Henderson daily dispatch. (Henderson, N.C.) 1914-1995, 1943-09-16
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a .. it's up to you to take
II or leave it."
.,, And I won't take it," she said,
''Thc ideal" 1'
one hau stalked out, her head
held high thinking that il was
money thrown away, money that
might as well have been tossed into
the nearest gutter. But she was
terribly in need of rest, and she
wanted to be where it was quiet
IL would be fun, she had told her
sell, 10 come to Linville and slim
pack INTO her old place among the
crowd with whom she had pro,v,,
up. But things weren't that wav
All her old friends were married
Aline and Carey, Bill and Susan
Ken and Hope Randolph, Morton
ana Mary. They had homes. and
maybe disagreemehts also. but al
ieast they had each other. And they
all treated her as though she were
something different, the hometown
girl who'd gone away and made
good. They admired her, Thought
her clothes were marvellous" and
all that-but sometimes thew an.
peared Il little awed when thew re.
membered that she had gone places
III the newspaper world, had even
been mentioned now and then
along with the two Dorothys, Par
ker and Thompson. And she didn't
IKE that attitude a little bit. Even
Adam North. although still single
treated her like all the rest as
though she We're different. some
thlhS set apart from the Deople
tnere IN her home town. OF course
she mad spent lot of time in New
YORK, and travelling about to MANY
exciting places, while Adam and
| the Others had conferred their lives
right there in Linville. But still
She reached Mrs. Platts front
gate and opened it. AS she did so
the thought came to her that she
was probably the loneliest person
IN all the world. Not a relative, not
peau-just a fairly successful
newspaper career, and big, empty
Old house on the outskirts of town
Hello, therc!" said a masculine
voice as she started up the walk,
She turned to see Adam North
coming through the gate. Hello,
YOURSELF" she said.
Adam Joined her and took the
outstretched hand. Lets 90 over
there and sit in the pergola for a
little while and have a smoke" he
said. IT'S early. and the others
probably haven't come yet. I've
been devilishly busy the factory
and I need to get my wind before
listen to Mrs. Plat talk about
the play"
Il could use a little extra wind
myself" Brenda smiled. 1--we been
working devilishly hard also-on
the play manuscript" They walked
across the lawn that was gradual
ly taking on a winter-time appear
ance. II forgot my cigarcts, 50
you'll have to share yours" she
said.
Gladly" Adam held out his
package. Then when their cigarets
were lighted. he said, Say, This is
like the old days, isn't it? Rcmem-
Der when Mrs. Platt used to let lis
nave her lawn for our Sunday
school ice cream suppers?"
Brenda nodded. I'm going to
write about things like that" she
said. That's one reason I decided
to come home for my rest, instead
of going to a resort. There's too
much being written that's contem-
porary. I like stories that have a
nostalgia effect that carry folks
back TO times when life wasn't so
terribly hectic"
Adam looked at her closely. But
that's what you wanted, 1 thought.
Excitement .. rushing here and
there! If 1 remember rightly, YOU
laughed at ice cream socials, Sun
day school picnics; that Is, as you
grew older. You thought them dull
wanted 10 travel and be able to
write about far-off, exciting cities