The Skyland post. [volume] (West Jefferson, N.C.) 193?-1988, 1945-01-11

Cutlery constellation of stars on
the carpet and announced wanly
from the divan, That's the Big
Dippuh."
The room was filled with the
shrill, high-pitched racket of ex-
cited female conversation. ! was
passed around after the sugar
cookies and scrutinized like the
choicest article at a Grenfell Sale.
Busy chatter flowed on all sides.
'Is that Florence Dowd's boy?"
eyes, and this has done him
more good."a.
Lester" said Mrs. Troy, slow
ly feeling her way, "your eyes
are brighter"
THANK you," I murmured. No
body knows what I went through
with those cloudy eyes.
"And your shoulders are
straighter." Thus Mrs. Wright
spoke. She seemed to remember
me hobbling about like the jong-
leur of Notre Dame.
I hunted methods to destroy the
insinuated rebirth, but time is
skipping thing, and if the hamlet
chooses to hail you home as
regenerate Prince Hal, who are
you against such numbers? I was
well aware, however, of the un-
payable debt I owed the designer
of the cadets blue serge uniform
with its one lone star. I never
could have scaled such heights in
tweed.
Her ranking position on the
Committee for Fats and Greases
and the duties entailed kept me
from seeing Miss Winward I'M
til the next evening. I came over
after dinner and found her alone
before a noisy fire knitting some
thing blue and shapless. A pair
of glasses were pushed back on
her head, where they were of
questionable value. Her blouse,
sweater, and skirt were all
slightly displaced by the fury of
her knitting, but somehow it all
blended in a fancy disarray. She
was SO absorbed in her labors she
did not notice me enter.
Whose what will that warm?"
I asked from the door.
"Lester!" she cried, jumping up
and coming at me like a picador
with the anonymous drygoods
still impaled on the needles.
you'd better put those knives
down." cautioned.
"Oh, I'm glad to see you," she
said in my ear. 'Pm sorry I
wasn't at the City Hall to well
come you home"
mo matter. I wouldn't have
noticed you in the mob"
II was downstate with the
Committee" she apologized.
'The executive type" I said,
pulling the glasses down from her
eyes. "How was it downstate?"
Eat and Greasy" she laughed,
pushing the glasses back up again.
."How did you ever come by the
Committee?" I asked as she start
ed for the sofa.
"It's the only way you can see
anybody now" she complained.
'Sit here"
''How do you like working
with the girls?"
'Not so much as playing with
the boys. But you've never seen
such energy. Do you remember
Mrs. DeKalb?"
''The woman who looks like a
shoe?"
"She accounted for two tons be-
tween Rockport and Moline"
II always said that territory
could be developed. For whom
are you working your fingers to
the bone?" I pointed to her knit
ting.
"That's going to be a mitten
for Anthony"
''For Waters? What happened
to his other hand?"
"Give me time," she pleaded.
''He won't be home from the Ar
gentine for two weeks"
THAT departure will rank as a
master stroke in Pan-American
diplomacy"
Give had a wonderful time
with him."
Cup in the Adirondacks?" !
asked, pressing for information.
eyes, that was lovely"
WINGED.
when am with him." she con-
tinued, II have the feeling that I
am in touch with the Importance
of our day."
1T must be like sleeping in a
newspaper"
Zone time we were playing ten