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CHAPTER I
she said. "He’s always been
of-
of
need
TRAFFIC ACCIDENT DETAILS
and
En-
know what
Nellie knocked on the door
he suggested. "The youngster are old-fashioned now. But dark hair was not yet thin even pn
n drnn ton mnnv what have von nut in nlucc of (him’ th., nt ku.l
“It*s been a lovely party,
came to the
skulls and
recognition
a little
requirt«
stopped the car and tried to wake
up, to make him get out of the
and breathe deeply and walk up
down. But when she shook him,
Professor Brace, Har-
School. If I can be of
and
line
partnient should impress the driver
on Texas’ highways, given to exces-
sive speed or other recklessness, that
the odds are strongly in favor of his
leaving the scene of a crash either as
a corpse or as a permanent invalid.
dren, babies so short a tipie ago, were
young men and women now. Mary,
higham of Ver-
vacation here
mg in the home
. Whigham of
and
his
spent Monday
Lee Herrmann,
picker and fam-
ght visitors in
we re
isn't
3. Aguire spent
’ in San Angelo,
visitors at some
in the Walter
Dori's Gale Li-
nd Martha Beth
aft, James Tay-
girl, her
that h<*r
her jaw
were apt
four;
>pes
Monday after-
A. Groves.
Kenzie, Jr. vis-
Coleman.
y Kenzie were
mt of Mr. and
of Adamsville.
ot Lometa un-
ition at the lo-
morning.
the hall.”
They went to say good-night. Helen
id mockingly. “Oh, going so early.
but when a
Robb
.s Tuesday to a,
iome of Mr. and
of Adamsville.
Bear and fam-
his parents, Mr.
Saturday.
Henry Kenzie
llr. and Mrs. E.
and Mrs. Cole-
lisville and Mr.
Lie, Jr.
Ine Henry spent
Lallon.
I Geddes and son
lof her parents,
Lgan.
I Thornal and
Lests Sunday in
Line.
Iry Kenzie, Jr.
Iht with her pa-
tValker.
I. Groves spent
It their son, Mr.
“At
night?
“He
in .the total of
violent deaths
t|ie first six
it is compared
been like if there had been other*:
But of cotfrse there rould not be. She
had, so far ns outward appearances
were concerned, forgiven Arthur
that old offense readily enough. "At
least,” she told him icily, that day a
few weeks before Barbara was born
when he came to her in contrite con-
fession, “there has been no scandal.
I could not forgive a scandal. So,
finco no one knows- unless she—”
And the matter was never mentioned
coming home. He was still
when she drifted back to
(Fort Worth Star-Telegram)
In its report on highway accidents
and fatalities for June, the State Pub-
lic Safety Department offers an analy-
sis of sources and causes which every
motorist should study.
There is, of course, encouragement _
for safety exponents
704 persons meeting
on the highways in
months of 1938 when
with the toll of 900 killed during the*
same period in 1937., In the more de-
tailed analysis of the first 100 of the
108 killed in June in traffic accidents,
the Public Safety Department found
many of these victims suffered sud-
den, violent deaths so that none of
them ha<l the, time to
huppyied in a clash.
Broken necks, crurhed
bodies mangled beyond
were the gruesome evidence that traf-
fic officers found most often at the
scenes of fatal crashes. The circum-
stances were sufficient to show that
the motorist victims were traveling
at terrific speeds. Therockless or fool-
hardy driver, If willing to take a
chance with his life, hns the prospect
of a merciful sudden death without
any long suffering in the event he has
a serious accident. On the other hand, '
there is no guarantee* of thia swift
self-execution for the reckless motor-
ist, but another alternative of life-
long invalidism from r fractured neck
or spine, a cracked skull, or other
serious injury must be taken into
consideration.
again between them. But the forgive-
ness, naturally was only on the sur-
face. Yet they continued to preserve
the outward forms, even to sleep in
beds side by side, so that not even
the servants ever knew . .. Mrs. Sen-
try thought this -morning that her
ancient tolerance had been repaid.
Their lives had always been outward-
ly serene; were serene as they grew
older now ... ’ .
Barb! I’m drunk Cocked as a minkl
I'm sorry as the Devil. But—do you
mind driving. I don’t want to hang
you on a telephone pole somewhere.”
She said gratefully: “Of course
not. I’ll drive, but you’ll be nil right
presently. We’ll open the windshield,
get a lot of air.”
—CRUCIBLE—
By BEN AMES WILLIAMS
When
at seven next morning, Mrs. Sentry
i had been some time awake, plann-
j ing her day. The seamstress in the
I forenoon, lunch at Mrs. Furness’ to
hear Miss Glen speak, dinner at home
this evening. Mr. Sentry did not rouse
at Nellie's knock; and Mrs. Sentry
saw that he lay on his side, his back
toward her; and she noticed with a
faint jealous resentment of his con-
• tinned youthfulness that his tumbled
profes-
You’re not
rter)
of Lometa was
the home of her
Lu J Mrs. W. H.
They emerged from the Tunnel; and
asaa he swung to the right, he had
to check speed for a moment to allow
a car coming form the left to pro-
ceed in front of them. Professor Bruce
caught a glimpse of the man at the
wheel; and as they followed the other
car, Barbara said in quick surprise:
“Why, that’s father! That’s our car.
He must have been down at the
flee.”
“No, 1 just had a luncheon at home.
I Father’s and mother’s friends, and
their families. IxsGManch.
“Well, then *a somVsensc to that.”
She laughed faintly. “Oh, we’re
really a pretty sensible family,” she
assured him. “Perfoctly-«respectable,
honestly." There was amusement, in
She rose, leaving Arthur abed; but
while she was dressing, ahe heard him
stirring, and called. “Thought you
might, want to sleep,’’
He said, "No,” rather curtly.
“Do well last night? Have a good
game?” ‘
"Didn’t hold any cards.” The Thurs-
day night bridge was in the nature
of a tournament, four rubbers being
played after dinner. He referred to
this as he explained now: “They fin-
ished us off by half past ten. I hung
around for a few minutes, and then
came along home.” He added: "And
1 forgot your package from Butler’s,
Ellen- They delivered it about four
o'clock, but I left it on my desk at
the office.”
“It doesn’t matter,” she said. “To-
day will do.” She repeated, “It doesn’t
mutter at all,” and she wondered why
she went to such pains to rbassure
him, realized thut there was some-
thing like apprehension in his tone,
as though he were afraid what she
would say. She asked hurriedly, "Who
did you play with?”
“Dean Hare,” he spid. ‘*Againbt
Curl Bettie and Bob Flood.”
She came into his dressing-room,
herself ready for the day, and watch-
ed him knot his tie, brush his hair,
trim his mustache. “What a time you
have with that, don’t you?" she said,
amuseq at his intensity as he leaned
cloKtTTo the mirror, his jaw depress-
ed to draw his upper lip taut, holding
his ‘mustache flat with one finger while
with many grimaces ho trimmed its
ragged edges.
He'nodded, and put on eoat
vest, stowed odds and ends in
pocket*, said. “WolY? ready?”
She fell tautness in him, a
for reassurance. “You look about
twenty-five," she told him dutifully.
“Not a day older than Mary. You
make me feel as though I had four
children instead of three!” He smiled;
and she thought she hud succeeded in
putting him in better humor for', the
day. She had always administered
praise to him like a medicine, skill-
fully.
The house wasohl.
i qu.'.re, with a French
broken by gables that admitted light
to the servants' quarters and storage
rooms on the upper floor. It had been
built by Arthur’s grandfather, in what
was at that time open country; but
now it. was crowded among others,
most of them of a Inter period, and
retained only a narrow area of lawn
an<l garden, _ with room for a tennis
court beside the garage in the rear.
A. sluggish stream meandered be-
hind the garage at an angle across the
rear of the lot; and there_wu.i a per-
gola of brick and stone.behind the
tennis court, built by Arthur’s faths
er, on the band above the water-Where
ducks came to feed. Rhododendrons
ten or twelve feet high screened the
house from the street in front,
tHbre were hedge* along the lot
on either side. Outside, the house was
as it. hail been built, save for the
glish ivy which clocked the walls;
but beside there were changes. Ar-
thur’s mother, when she was mis-
tr«*ss here, had torn out walls, in-
stalled bathrooms, dressing-tooms,
closets; redecorated again and again.
Mary was at the table when Mr.
and Mrs. Sentry entered the dining
room; rose punctiliously to greet
them. She was a tall lovely
cheeks a little hollowed so
cheekbones and the line of
showed firmly; and her eyes
to be grave, even when she* smiled.
She wore this morning a suit of blue-
gray homespun, and her father, see-
ing this, commented:
“Looks as though ynu’rc dressed
for business."
She nodded. “Yes,” she agreed.
“I’m goin’g to the hospital.” She spent
woman. Suppose we do this. You tell
me where he lives. I’il take you home
then bring him some clothes in the
morning before he has to go to court.
There’s no need of your being mixed
up in thia."
And Barbara in the end surren-
dered, and the officer approving, ahe
and Professor Brace got into his car
Mr. and Mrs. Robert D. Campbell
left Saturday afternoon for Wyoming
on a vacation trip. Mr. and Mra. J. L.
Frazer have been there for several
weeks and will accompany them home*-
had been to awaken in Mary a de-
fensive and antagonistic attitude,
make her increasingly critical toward
them all. Thus she said to Mr. Sen-
try now::
“And speaking of hospitals, you
look though you ought to be in one,
father. Burn burning the candle at
both ends?"
“Had a bad night,” he explained.
"Lay awake, fighting to get to* sleep,
for hours."
“You don’t look sleepy.” Mary com-
mented, in a dry, professional tone.
“You look as though—well, as though
your nerves were all shot.” She smil-
ed. “Probably liverish,” she suggest-
ed. “Stick out your tongue!”
Mrs. Sentry said in a dry tone,
“Mary, I’m beginning to object to thia
clinical atmosphere in the home."
“You find so many objectionable
things about me lately, mother!"
Mra. Sentry poured coffee, and'Os-
car, who had served them for a dozen
years, hesitated nt the table as Mr.
Sentry said: “Oscar, tell Eli he’d bet-
ter take me in today. I’ll be ready
in five minutes." Ho begun to eat,-
hurriedly. ‘Barbara not awake?” he
naked.
“Oh, ahe may sleep till nnon. She
was probably la-te getting In. Did you
hear her. Mary’’’
Mary shook her head. She asked
her father, “Can you drop me at the
hospital on the way to town?”
“Of course!” he told her. He ask-
ed, a little impatiently, “Paper not
here yet, Oscar?”
“I think the boy forgot us this
morning,” the man replied. "Nellie
says she saw him go by, but when I
looked, just before you came down,
the paper wasn’t there.” He added2
“The car lx. feady, sir."
“All right. Thanks," Mr. Sentry
agreed. “Ready, Mary?”
"Soon ns I get my hat on." She
went, into the hall.
He ro.ie, stooped to kiss Mra. Sen-
try on the cheek she turned to him;
and she followed them to the door to
watch them drive away, in the high-
topped old limousine with brass aide
lamps, and with old Eli, gardener,
chauffeur, and general handy man,
-who hu«Fserved them through all the
years of their marriage, at the wheel.
Mrs. Sentry liked old things, things
with dignity, about her. The Sentrys
were an old, fine family. Mra. Sentry
hud been a sea captain's daughter,
had met Arthur during his youthful
summers on the Cape. She thought
this morning with a familiar content
that she hud married wisely and well.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
“Sorry to make a show of myself.
It hit me ail of a sudden.”
*T understand.”
When they were under way, he
slumped beside her and was presently-
asleep. The night was cool, in early
fall. She stopped the car once to turn
up his coat collar and adjust his
scarf against a chill. He snored heavi-
ly; and as she drove on she consid-
ered the problem now presented. This
was Johm$y’® car. If she took his to
Cambridge, she would have to find
a taxi to her home. If she wept di-
rectly to her home, Johnny would have
to drive to Cambridge alone—and for
that he was in no condition.
She decider! to try to bring him
back to Sobriety again, before they
came to Boston; and she turned off
the main highway down a short spur
road that ended above the rocky shore,
end
him
cqr
and
he only roused enough to mumble
protests andgo back to sleep again.
She remembered hearing that you
could wake a drunken man by slap-
ping his face, and she tried this;
ami Johnny muttered to himself, and
someone beside the car said harsh-
ly “What's going on here?"
Barbara turned and saw a police-
man standing at her elbow, peering
in at them. She said. “It’s all right,
officer.”
But Johnny wns awake now. “Sure’s
all right!” he declared; and in alco-
holic belligerence demanded, “What do
you want to make out of it?”
The policeman said, “All right,
buddy, pipe down.” He asked Barbara.
“Handle him-all right, can you?”
“Oh, yes. I just want to get him
but of the car, get him to walk up
and down.”
“He’s a fine one to get in this shape
with a nice girl on his hands!”
“It isn’t quite his fault, officer."
“I’ll help you cool him down,” the
policeman decided. Ho went to the I
other side of the car and opened the j
door and said, “Come on, buddy, a
little fresh air will fix you up all ;
-sight”
ness is a pity; but at least
wholesale. That’s i<omething,
it?"
He chuckled. “Everything, I should j
say." And she exclaimed triumphant- |
ly, “There, I knew you could laugh
if you tried!”
“But it seems such a waste of time
lot.' She extended her hand.
He said: "See here,-Miss Sentry.
May 1 drop in, one of these days? I’d
like to know you better."
Her eyes twinkled. “Then you don’t
think I'm hopeless?"
He chuckled. ’’Maybe I can reform
you!”
"Do come .Sunday evening?”
“Thanks. Count on me. Good-night!"
Their hands clasjied He-startcd the
car and drove away; and Barbara,
walking for silence’s sake on the turf
beside the gravel drive, went toward
the house.
She wondered why her father had
been downtown so late tonight; won-
dered what time it was; looked at her
watch. a
It was a quarter of one.
Mrs. Sentry, Barbara's mother,
roused when her husband turned on
the light in their bedroom and got
into his bed beside hers. She did not
fully wake; just asked drowsily, “Ev-
erything all right. Arthur?”
“Of course! Perfect!”
“What time is it?"
“Quarter past eleven," he said,
she heard the rustling of the paper as
he began to read. She thought sleepi-
! ly that he was home early. He always
dined at the Club on Thursday even-
i ings, with bridge before and after
I dinner; but usually he was later than
i that in
reading
sleep.
I values. Lower
are Co. (d)
w.ent limply down, and Barbara pro-
tested unhappily.
"Oh, did you have to do that?"
The officer was apologetic- “Beat
thing for him. Miss. He’ll wake up
in the morning with a head, that’s
all” He added, "But I'll have to take
him in!” _______ ___„ ......
“Can’t I take him home, please?” Lfor a girl to chase around to drunken
“He’s tore my uniform! I’ll have ! parties—"
some explaining to do. And it might “Oh, don’t be so worthy! Besides, it
teach him something, to wake up in wasn’t a drunken party. Johnny’s foot
jail!” | slipped," that’s all.” i
"I’ll go With you. I can’t leave him.” He said thoughtfully: “I know his
Someone touched her arm, and she kind; see them in class right along.
whirled, and a man said, “Can I help
in any way?" Thorp was n moment’s
silence of surprise. The newcomer ex-
plained: “I’m
vard Business
service?"
It was the
to follow his father ns a medical mis-
sionary in China; ami ho wanted Mary
to marry him. \
“I told him ” she confessed to her
mother the night he proposed- to her,
“that I no kind of wjfo for any
kind of missionary!” Yet she had
thereafter plunged into this work as
though thus she might deserve him.
That was months ago. -I Mra. RusmII Craft returned home
Mrs Sentry had spoken her mind Monday from a Temple hospital where
to Mary, with the frankness upon | she recently underwent an operation,
which prided hvraelf. "Ridicul- She is getting along nitely. ,
ous!” ahe said. “To go way off to I
China! And preposterous for him to Cyrus W. Landrum nfid son, Joe, of
let you humble yourself! You've lost Fluvan* were week end guests here
your head over this young man.” , in the home of Dr. and Mra. M. M.
But the only result of her advice Ijindrum.
and drove away. After they had been
some silent moments on the road past
Revete toward Boston, he asked stiff-
ly, "Now, where do you live?"
She told hilt?. “I’m Barbara Sentry,”
she said. “I’ll tell you where to go."
“You choose curious company,” he
suggested. “Why do*.# an intelligent
girl like you get herself mixed up in
a mess like this?"
“Don’t you ever find yourself in
silly messes? You talk as if you were
a thousand years old.”
“I'm twenty-eight, if that matters."
She said, amu,*u*d: “And already so
serious? I suppose, being a profes-
sor, you think you have to be!"
Ho was silent, and they came to
the Tunnel entrance, and ho paid toll
and went on. In the Tunnel, she said
contritely: “I’m sorry. I was horrid
to be sarcastic! Ami I am grateful,
really. You’re nice to take all this
bother.”
“If you picked you* escorts
more carefully, you wouldn’t
rescue."
“Oh, don’t keep on being a
•sor,” she urged, smiling.
in a classroom now.”
the office? At this time
It's quarter past twelve!”
has to go down sometimes,"
she explainer!. “Don’t pass him. Let’s
let him get home before we do. He
gives me the dickens when I’m out
late.”
.“Not very effectively, I should say,"
he commented; but he did slow down,
kept half r. block behind the other
car. And they talked now not so much
of Johnny as of each other. It was
his turn to make apologies.
“I’ll have to admit,” Brace said,
“that you played the game! But if
you’re going to be so loyal, shouldn’t
you- be specially careful in choosing
your friends? loyalty misplaced is
j pretty treacherous.”
'Johnny always has behaved him-
| self before. I don’t care much for
cocktails and wild parties; but there
are certain things you do when you’re
He half dragged Johnny Boyd out on the deb list, you know. Mother
of the car, set him on his feet. John- ■ wanted me to have one season of
nl promptly hit him. He flung him- **•” rcplM-«l Barbara, .
self at the officer so violently that the , “Dig dance at the Somerset, stag
ponceman was borne backward and I hnes, all that sort of thing?" His tone
fell, and Johnny swarmed on top of ,WBS derisive.
him. and Barbara tried to came at | "No, I just had a luncheon at home,
them and was tossed aside by the vio-
lence of their movements, and the of-
ficer got to his feet and dragged
Johnny iqiright, and said urgently,
“Hey, buddy, behave!”
Another ear turned down the rtiad,
its lights upon them. Barbara cried,,
“Please, Johnny!” . j her tones. “Of course we’re in trade.
But Johnny was violent: the police- ’ Father and his father and gra'ndfa-
man said wearily, “All right,’ if you ’ ther before him. Fruit and things.
His blow landed with a Oranges from Florida and all that,
sharp, slapping sound; ami Johnny I suppose you professors think busi-
Barbara, dancing with Robb Morri-
son and more and more distressed by
his too obvious devotions, met Helen
Frayne’s eye as they passed on the
floor; and Helen laughed at some-
thing her partner had said, in a me-
tallic mirthelss fashion, and avoided
Barbara's glance. Barbara looked
around for rescue; and Robb said,
whispering in her ear:
“Say, Helen’s got her eye on me!
Let’s duck, go outside.”
Now this party was Helen Frayne’s
at the Club in Essex; and Robb was
Helen’s too, as everyone knew. But
tonight—he met Barbara before din-
ner for the first time—he had made
Barbara and himself conspicuous by
hie attentions. So she was at once un-
comfortable and unhappy—and a lit-
tle afraid of what Helen might do.
Helen was nice enough; yet she could
be cruel too.
Barbara declined Robb’s invitation
to promenade; she said: “No, let’s
not! Robb, find Johnny, will you
please? He has my compact in his
pocket."
“Come on,” he urged. “We’ll both
go hunt for him!” He took her cheer-
fully by the arm.
But she freed herself. “Sh-h! No!”
she whispered. “You must go rescue
Helen. Set She’s stuck with Luke
Tydings.”
He laughed, shook his head. “Don’t
want to be a rescuer," he protested,
a little thickly. “Just want to dance
and dance and dance with you, for-
ever and ever. How about a little
punch?"
“No, thanks!" Barbara had accept-
ed one cocktail before dinner, since
it was easier to do so than to re-
fute; but she used that one as a
shield, barely tasted it, so that her
full glass protected her against per-
suasions to take another. Not every-
one had been so discreet. Robb, for
instance, was certainly in no need of
another glass of punch. “Do run
along," she insisted now, good-hu-
mored but insistent; and »h» turned
and gave him a small thrus^ toward
Helen yonder across the floor.
She realized, too late, that Helen
was watching them, had seen her do
this. Worse, Robb marched straight
to Helen, saluted, and said—much
too loudly, “Barbara says I must re-,
for duty, Helen!” L--- T
j. 8o naturally, some people laughed;
and Helen was red with anger. Her
eyes met BarbaraT across the floor.
•And that was why Helen deliber-
ately set to work to get Johnny Boyd
drunk. For Barbara had come with
Johnny, driving down from Boston.
She liked him well enough. He was
» g*y youngster, still at Harvard, ;
gentle and amusing and good fun; >
and he usually remembered his re- ,
aponsibilities. Tonight he had cut in '
on Robb once or twice, till Robb be*-1
gan to cut back so ouickly that peo-
ple noticed and laughed; and Johnny
got a littje mad.
“I’ll knock him endways if he cuts ' want it.
back this time,” he told Barbara; and
she said in pleading urgency:
“No, Johnny! Don’t have a row!
I’ll get rid of him. Here he comes
now.’,’
Johnny obeyed Tier;
little later Barbara 'sent Robb to
Helen, Johnny had disappeared; and
someone else danced with Barbara,
and before she could escape, Helen
captured Johnny. They went out of
doo»aomewhere, and Barbara could
only wait for them to return; and
when they came back again and be-
ta dance together, Barbara saw
t had happened. Helen had done
er work well. Johnny was first red,
then pale, then red again; and his
feet were "stumbling and uncertain.
Someone cut in on them and took
Helen and left Johnny tottering in the
middle of the floor; and Barbara
guided her partner that way, thank-
ed him, dismissed him, turned to
Johnny.
He said, “Hi, Barb!” His arm encir-
cled her. “Where you been all even-
ing?" |
She steadied him skillfully. “I’ve
a frightfully headache, Johnny^! And
hot tn here; 'm just stifllinjf
Would it spoil your fun if we start-
ed home?" 1
He looked down at her in bemused
suspicion. “Wait a minute! Trying to
play nursemaid, are you? I’m al)
Tight, Barb!”
“Of course you are! You’re fine. I
hate to drag yod away, but I’m simply
exhausted, Johnny.”
He said elaborately: “Well, of course
in that case! Always the gentleman;
that’s me. Damsel m distress! Wo-
men and children first. Don’t spare
the horses. Let’s go!"
I had'rto slap him down. He’ll sleep
it off ih the station; but it would be
toozbad to have a nice girl—”
-/“But I want to take care of
Barbara insisted. “I can’t run out on
him.”
Professor Brace said, “You seem
sober.”
“Of course I am!"
“Then you ought ’to be sensible.
Come along. Ill see you safe home;
and the officer will give your gallant
young escort a break in court!”
The policeman added his urgencies.
“Yes, mn’am, you do that. Drunk and
disorderly, five dollars. That’s all."
“But he can’t go to court in din-
ner clothes!”
The professor's tone held a grudg-
P«rt uf every-day .therea v«4uo- The June report of the safety de-
ter r. tending convalescent ;>atients,
learning something of nursing and
medicine in the process. The hospital
was Mrs.' Sentry’s pet charity; but
Neil Rny, rather than her mother,
was responsible for the fact that
Mary’s •interests were thus directed. The consequences of highway accident*
Neil war studying medicine, planning unfortunately are visited on the
families of victims a* well as upon
the trek leas drivers themselves.
Shall I folh>w him?'
“Let him go,” Barbara directed.
"We’ll take the next turn. Yes, I sup-
pose we are. I never thought much
about it. My sister and I do the usual
things. Of course my brother’s in
Yale instead of Harvard, but the
Sentrys have been Yale for a good
many generations. And mother and
father--"
“By jJie way,” the professor sug-
gested, “why not tell your father
about this scrape tonight? I expect
he’d like to feel that he had your
confidence.”
“No, he’d just disapprove and be
stern,"
pretty strict with himself, and with
us too. He keeps telling me how girls
behaved when he was young!”
“It wasn’t a bad way to behave!”
She laughed. “I’ll bet as many girls
were kissed in buggies then as in au-
tomobiles now. Turn here. Our house
is two blocks ahead.” And then she
exclaimed: "That must be father just
turning into our drive! He drove aw-
fully slowly, didn’t he? Switch off
your lights. Stop in the street, and
we’ll wait till he has gone to bed."
They stopped in front of the houtie,
hidden behind a high hedge, and Pro-
fessor Brace stilled the engine. In the
sudden silence they heard steps on
gravel.
“Ho’s coming back 'from the gar-
age,” she whispered, and a moment
later: “There! He’s opened the front
door!” Light shone out, then was dark
as the door closed again. “We'll wait
till he’s gone upstairs,” she directed.
“Do you mind?”
He,did not mind. He asked where
Johnny lived, how to get clothes to
take him for his appearance in court
in the morning. She gave him the
number of Johnny’s dormitory room.
“But probably one of his room-mates
will do it,” she suggested. Then an
I upstairs light came on.
“There!” she said. “Father’s un-
j dressing. He must have gone to the
kitchen for something before he went
upstairs," And when presently the
light went out, "New, he's in bed!"
She opened the car door. “You’ve
really been awfully kind. Thanks nd_ 5
But I don’t know the girls they run
around with. You’re a—new breed to
me." He looked at her directly. “I
come from a small mid-Western
town,’ he explained. “Folks were
church people. We didn't drink, or—
office! who answered dance much, or play cards. Of course,
him. “You might take the young lady I know the standards I learned as a
home. Professor,” 1 ___
boy here has had a drop too many.)—what have you put in place of them ? t the top of his head. They had been
What are you like? Girls your age, I married almost thirty years. The chll-
mean? Yourself, and the girls you
know?" i _
“Wu’rw a ^H-eUy decent lot," sheto like Mrs. Sentry herseTf absorbed
sured him. “The people ten years old- : in her work at the Hospital, taking
er than us did run wild; but the girls it with a severe seriousness. Phil, a
I know don't drink too much, and i Junior at New Haven, closer to Mrs.
they’re level-headed and responsible. Sentry than either of his sisters, apt
My older sister works every day ,in j to tease her about her pride, her high
the hospital. She’s going to marry a head. Barbara . . . Mrs.bSentry re-
doctor and be a medical missionary. 1 fleeted naw. that Barbara, the young-
Mother does a lot of club work, thing- cat, was almost like a stranger in the
like that. We’re the sort of family ' family. Only between Barb and Phil,
that doesn’t get into the society col- ! both with a gift of laughter, was
umns very much. We don’t telephone J there close abiding syms>athy. Mrs.
the editor every time we have people ■ Sentry' wondered—lying half asleep—
to dinner. But we’re all right. Doing what their other children would have
our jobs, behaving ourselves." '
She hesitated, laughed a little. “I
‘don’t know why I’m telling you the
story of my life—except that 1 sort
of want to—well, to not be so sure
I’m just a crazy kid."
He said: “I don’t! I .did at first,
naturally; hut I ctn see you’re—not
as bad as I thought.” He smiled. “I
suppose yours is what we think of as
a ‘fine old Boston family.* Your fa-
ther’s turning at the next corner.
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