The Skyland post. [volume] (West Jefferson, N.C.) 193?-1988, 1946-02-21

LAND POSTs WEST JEEEEkSS
said simply, eagerness in her
eyes.
''You can, Ann-and-I hope
it won't be too difficult for you,
said Eyn quickly, his eyes aglow.
If you would let Sarah announce
your engagement to me-"
Before Ann could marshal her
scattered faculties to formulate
any answer, or argument, Lyn
rushed eagerly on, ''It would be
just a make-believe engagement,
sweet. And any time you want
ed to break it off, all you'd have
to do would be give me the noe"
For a long moment she looked
up at him steadily. And sudden
ly a little warm rush of tender
ness flowed over her and to her
self she said in a little gust of sur
prise, "Why, this is Lyn! My
friend! My dearest friend! He
couldn't possibly do anything
rotten or underhanded! Of
course there's nothing ugly be-
tween him and Juliet"
"All right, Lyn, I'll do it," she
said quietly.
Ann reached the Courier office
] a little after two. But if she hop
! ed to escape Tracy's eagle eye be-
cause of all the hurry and activi-
ty she was disappointed, for he
had obviously been watching for
her and now he yelled her name,
and with a heart that sank lit
tie in spite of her, she crossed to
him.
"Well?" he demanded eagerly,
his green eyes alive. ''Where's
the story?"
She said evenly, "There isn't
any story"
Tracy's eyes blazed and he
barked sharply, What in blazes
do you rnean-there isn't any
! story?"
Its just as Julie said," she
told him quietly. She heard a
noise, and Dan went to investi-
gate, and-well, his gun went
Off"
Tracy leaned back and studied
her curiously for long moment,
and there was anger and con-
tempt in his eyes, and after a
moment he said grimly, $50 there
wasn't any story! And you want
to be a newspaper woman!"
But I don't want to be a
undertaking, scandal-mongering
tab reporter, writing lies that
just barely manage to evade the
libel laws" she reminded him
CURLY.
He was silent for a long mo-
ment, and then he Strengthened
his chair, whipped out a memo
and said sharply, There's a
meeting of the Ladies' Aid of ST..
Barnaby's this afternoon. Sup
pose you cover it. That sort of
story ought to be about your
speed"
Tracy turned away from her
to pick up a clamorous phone and
Ann walked back to her desk,
blind with tears of anger.
But when she came back into
the office late in the afternoon,
and found him temporarily free
of other claims, she walked back
to his desk, laid down the brief
story about the Ladies' Aid meet
ing, and said quietly, "Will there
be anything else, Mr.. Driscoll?"
'After the way you Topped on
the Barton case?" he snapped at
her.
Then I'll get my things to-
gether. I imagine the classified
ads would be about my speed
after all. Miss Marven can move
up here-that is, if you think her
health will permit" said Ann
gently, despite the anger in her
eyes and the taut line of her jaw.
''I'll decide who moves up here
and who stays in the classified
ads" he snapped.
Sarah, looking handsome and
almost regal in the severely sim
pie black dinner gown that only
Sarah and her little dressmak-
err" knew had been made over
several times, beamed at Ann
and Lyn when they stood in tbs
living rom to receive her con-
gratulatiOnS.