The Boerne Star (Boerne, Tex.), Vol. 35, No. 25, Ed. 1 Thursday, May 30, 1940 Page: 3 of 8
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CHAPTER V—Continued
—8—
Sympathies were treacherous.
John and Gay looked at Kate as
though she had given them a re-
prieve from death. Seeing the grati-
tude and affection for her shining in
Gay’s face, in John’s, she felt with
uncomfortable sharpness that un-
justified sense of guilt. She walked
to the icebox, stooped, jerked open
the door. She had been right to call
Todd last night. But knowing that he
was now, at this moment, on his way
to the lake, was no longer the sus-
taining relief it had been. She felt
like a traitor. She felt as though
she should be taken out to the clear-
ing behind the cabin, stood up against
the woodshed, and shot.
The long low roadster sped down a
hill, across a bridge in a swampy
hollow, up a gently rising grade.
Todd Janeway, his blond head bare,
his body slumped with fatigue
against the leather upholstery, his
eyes smarting from the sting of the
wind, glanced at the speedometer.
Better take it easy, he thought,
slackening the rushing speed of the
car.
Lucky he’d left word at home
where he was going last night. He’d
expected to hear from her. He
wouldn’t have been surprised if
she’d walked in on Tory Wales’ par-
ty. A week, she’d said, and Gay kept
her promises. But it had been Kate
who called. She’d said Gay didn’t
know she was calling. The tele-
phone connection was bad. He
hadn’t been able to hear very well.
When he’d learned that Kate wanted
him to come, he’d concentrated on
getting the directions she gave him
fairly clear in his mind.
Gay—! Steady, Janeway. The
thing to do was to concentrate on
getting there. He’d know soon
enough what the trouble was. Or
maybe there was no trouble. Kate
hadn’t made her reason for his com-
ing very clear. Maybe Gay wanted
him to drive them back to New
York. The trip up in Kate’s coupe
couldn’t have been too comforta-
ble. That was something to tie to.
But Kate had told him Gay didn’t
know she was calling—
He was too weary, now, to think
clearly. Perhaps she’d just been
tired, as she said, worn out with
preparations for the wedding, ex-
hausted by all the demands upon
her vitality and patience. She’d
wanted it, though. He’d been a lit-
tle surprised, last June when the
engagement had been announced,
that she had agreed to the hue and
cry both families raised for a wed-
ding. She’d told him she wanted
everything to be right and proper
and in accordance with tribal tra-
ditions. He’d been surprised but
touched and pleased, though he hat-
ed the fuss. He hadn’t realized,
then, that she was substituting the
symbols of marriage for something
that was lacking, the one thing that
made it right. That was before he
had watched her grow more and
more remote, not sharing her
thoughts with him, making excuses
for not being alone with him, shut-
ting him off behind a wall of light
mockery through which he could see
her but could not touch her, not ac-
tually, not the Gay herself, whom
he loved.
This must be Northfield. Better
ask directions from here. He pulled
in at a filling-station at the side of
the road. A gangling boy with buck
teeth and a shock of sunburned hair
appeared in response to the bleat
of his horn.
“Can you tell me how to get to
the Lawrence camp?” Todd asked.
The boy was lost in admiration
for the car.
“How far do I follow this road?”
Todd asked brusquely.
“Oh, eyah. ’Bout a mile and a
half. You’ll see the name on the
mail-box.”
“Thanks.”
Todd tossed a coin to the boy, re-
leased the brake and pressed the
accelerator.
A mail-box. Todd slackened the
speed of the car. A figure detached
itself from the vines and underbrush
at the side of the road. A long
arm waved in greeting. Kate!
“Hello!” he called and brought the
car to a stop. No other figure to
greet him. He felt his heart thud
painfully. “Where’s Gay?”
Kate stood in the road beside him.
“Out on the lake,” she said. Kate’s
expression was composed. She
looked quite natural, a little tired,
perhaps, but serene. “Fishing,” she
added. “You took a time getting
here.”
“I was arrested.” His spirits lift-
ed. Kate looked as he was accus-
tomed to see her, lanky and rakish
in a tweed skirt and green wool
blouse, her expression a charac-
teristic blending of wry humor and
casual friendliness. He opened the
door. “Get in, Kate. You look like
a slightly sardonic wood-nymph.
How’s your generator, my friend?”
“My what?” she sat beside him
and he turned the car into the lane.
He laughed. “I heard, a few min-
utes ago, that you’d had trouble with
it.”
“That boy with the teeth!” Watch-
ing her in a side-long glance, he
saw her expression change. She
looked, though he could scarcely
credit it, as if she was about to
burst into tears.
“It isn’t that bad, is it?” he asked
but the laughter had gone out of
her voice.
“It’s as bad as can be,” Kate
said with difficulty.
“Is Gay ill? Has she been hurt?”
“Worse than that.”
He stopped the car in the lane.
“What is it? What has happened?”
She turned to him, her face work-
ing queerly. “I meant to break it
to you gently,” she burst out. “I’ve
been sitting out there by that mail-
box for hours thinking of what I
should say. There isn’t any way to
say it except to tell you the truth
and I’d rather be chopped up and
thrown to the wolves. I shouldn’t
have called you last night.”
“Why shouldn’t you have called
me?”
“Because it’s none of my busi-
ness. Yes, it is. I love her and I
know it’s all wrong.”
“What’s all wrong?”
“Gay has fallen in love,” Kate
said wildly. “He was here when we
came.”
“Who was here?”
“John Houghton, Dr. Lawrence’s
nephew. Do you remember him at
Gay’s debutante party? Nice look-
ing. Dark and rangy.”
“I remember.” He slumped back
behind the wheel. “Did she come
here to meet him?” he asked.
“No. He just happened to be here.
The long arm of coincidence.” She
gave a crack of nervous laughter.
“Don’t ever say anything is im-
possible. But she came here be-
cause she’s been in love with him
since the summer they spent here
with Dr. Lawrence six years ago.
Would you have thought Gay was
romantic? She’s fairly wallowing in
it. Little fool!”
“You aren’t very convincing,
Kate.” He smiled wearily. “Do you
like him?”
“I do. That’s the trouble. He is
attractive. And so in love with her.
But it’s all wrong.”
“Why is it—wrong?” he asked qui-
etly.
She glanced at him in relief and •
admiration.
“Did you expect me to go melo-
dramatic?” he said. “I’m afraid
that’s a little out of my line. Why
did you call me?”
“I hoped we might get her away
from here—in time.”
“And there isn’t—time? It’s too
late, now?”
“I’m afraid so. Last night—” She
hesitated for a moment then plunged
on. “They haven’t told me any-
thing. But the way _ they .act is
enough. I’ve tried ail day to tell
them you were coming. I couldn’t.
I feel like a traitor until I think of—
Todd, what do they think of all this
at home?”
“It’s been pretty awful. Funny,
though—None of that seems impor-
tant—now.”
CHAPTER VI
In the hidden inlet the sunset
dimmed to a honey-colored dusk.
The canoe, moored beneath low
hanging branches, was motionless.
Flour sifters and kitchen strain-
ers should be dried thoroughly be-
fore storing.
* * *
A pinch of cinnamon or sugar
burned in a tin can will remove
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house
* * *
Always melt marshmallows in
the top of a double boiler over hot
water.
# * *
Use adhesive tape to mend worn
window shades. Use it, too, to
patch together broken pieces of
bric-a-brac.
Mirth Like Lightning
Mirth is like a flash of lightning
that breaks through a gloom of
clouds and glitters for a moment.
Cheerfulness keeps up a kind of
daylight in the mind and fills it
with a steady and perpetual seren-
ity.—Addison.
THE STORY THUS FAR
Charming, wealthy Gabriella (Gay for short) Graham, engaged to Todd Janeway, re-
turns to a cabin in the Maine woods accompanied by a friend, Kate Oliver. The
idea of a stay in the cabin occurred to her when she received a key to it follow-
ing the death of her godfather, Uncle John Lawrence. The two girls notice that
someone is living in the cabin. Kate suspects that Gay knows the identity of the
.mysterious occupant. The mystery man returns. He is John Houghton, a young
doctor whom Gay had known in previous years. Immediately aggressive, Gay asks
him by what right he is in the cabin. His right, she finds, is greater than her own.
He, too, possesses a key, but more than that, is heir to it from his Uncle John,
Gay’s godfather. Gay is high handed with him, and he states courteously that he
will leave. Looking at him in the doorway, her old feelings return. She knows that
he is more necessary to her than is Todd Janeway, the man she is to marry. Gay
asks John to reconsider his decision to leave. The next morning brings a different
feeling, and John decides to remain for his vacation—one more week. The night
before Gay and Kate are to return home to New York John gets an urgent request
to call at a nearby farm. Gay accompanies him while he cares for the patient.
Returning to the cabin at a late hour, John stops the car. He tells Gay that he
loves her, and she admits that he is necessary to her happiness. Meanwhile, wor-
ried by their absence, Kate has called Todd Janeway in New York. She knows that
Gay and John feel a strong attachment for each other, and wants Todd to come
to Maine where he can talk to Gay.
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The wind in the pine trees made a
whispering sound.
“It’s like listening to a sea-shell,”
Gay said. Her head, resting against
John’s shoulder, lifted so that their
eyes met and held.
“You’re crying,” he said.
“Am I?”
“Why do you cry?”
“Because I’m so blissful. Because
sometime you may die or I may.”
She laughed softly. “I don’t know.”
“Darling! Sweet! Are you sure?”
“Oh John, yes!”
“It might be because we’re here.
The lake, the cabin—This is the set-
ting that’s most—” He broke off
with a diffident laugh, then contin-
ued. “The setting that’s most—be-
coming to me. Will you love me
in—”
“—September as I do in May.”
“I meant if—when we’re togeth-
er in New York?”
“Oh darling, yes! In Venice or
Shanghai or—Baltimore.”
“Why Baltimore?”
“We’re going to live there.”
“Oh, are we?”
“You’ve been telling me for a
week that you want to do research
at Johns Hopkins. Well—?”
“You’re a practical young lady,
aren’t you? I haven’t been able to
“I wanted to hear your voice. I
felt as though you had gone.”
“I’m here.”
“Don’t leave me.” He dropped
his hand gently upon her head.
“I can’t leave you.” She caught
his hand, pressed it against her
cheek. “I’m part of you.”
Darkness lay over the landing. He
stepped out and fastened the tie-
rope. Bending, he took her hands to
pull her up to the planking beside
him. His arms went around her,
held her there close against his
breast.
“I can’t let you go.”
“Let’s stay here.”
“Oh, Gay, if we could—!”
“It’s going to be all right. Noth-
ing can spoil it, except ourselves.
We must be very careful.”
“You’re so lovely. I can’t think
when I’m with you like this. What
you say—That’s not very flattering.
I meant, I just hear your voice.
I’ve loved you so long, so hope-
lessly—”
“Not hopelessly now.”
“I can’t believe it.”
“We’ll go in and tell Kate.” Her
voice was gay and confident. “That
will help you to believe.”
“I’m afraid of Kate. I’m afraid
to go in.”
“Silly. I’ll hold your hand tight-
ly. Like this.”
They walked, hands joined, up the
path from the landing to the cabin.
As he opened the porch door for
her, she halted.
“Someone is here!” She dropped
his hand.
The windows were raised. Thrsugh
the screening came a murmur of
voices inside the cabin. Gay took a
few steps away from him, glanced
in, then turned. In the light flood-
ing through the window he saw that
her face was grave and startled.
“Who—” The question caught in
his throat. He took a step.
“Todd is here,” she said and was
silent.
He caught her arm, drew her close
to him.
“Gay,” he asked, “you’re all
mine?”
Her face relaxed. She smiled up
at him.
“All yours,” she said.
She’d told him she wanted every-
thing to be right.
think beyond this moment, now. I
may not be able to get in at Hop-
kins.”
“I think you will. My grandfa-
ther gave the hospital an endow-
ment. He had an operation there.
It can be arranged.”
His arms relaxed. His head
turned. She gave a little cry.
“I know what you’re thinking. Oh,
John, don’t! Why shouldn’t I help
you? I love you. Everything will be
not for you nor for me but for us.”
He turned to her. “I’m sorry,”
he said. “It’s just that—I can’t be-
lieve any of it—you, us, being here.
I can’t realize that there’s no need
to fight against loving you. I have
for so long.”
“It doesn’t matter, does it? There
aren’t any words. Just being here
with you—I feel—”
“How do you feel?”
“Safe and peaceful.”
“Peaceful?”
The honey-colored dusk paled,
deepened to the mauve of twilight.
Darkness fell. One by one the stars
pricked a brighteried pattern across
the sky. Gay stirred in John’s
arms.
“What?” he asked.
“We should go back, I suppose.
Kate has probably gotten supper.”
“Supper?”
She laughed. “I’m not hungry ei-
ther.” Her face, as he watched, be-
came grave. “We’ll have to tell
Kate.”
“I don’t think Kate needs to be
told.”
“She has something on her mind,
certainly. She’s been cross all day.”
“Kate doesn’t like me.”
“Oh, no, John. It isn’t that. She’s
thinking of the fuss there’ll be at
home.”
“Aren’t you?”
“I haven’t been.”
“I am. Do you want me to go
with you? I should be in Portland
day after tomorrow. But if it would
help—”
“It wouldn’t. You aren’t used to
cataclysms. I am.” She sighed, then
smiled and pressed closer to him.
“Don’t think of it now. Let’s keep
this time for ourselves. It’s going to
be all right. Don’t think. Just love
me.”
“Gay—” he said barely audibly.
“Yes—?”
Gay took a cigarette from a box
on the table. Todd, seated in a
chair beside the hearth, snapped a
lighter. John, standing, half leaning
against the chimney, struck a match
Both made a movement toward her.
“Thank you, but never mind.” Her
bright strained glance went from
one to the other. She rose from
the couch. “I’ll do it my way. They
taste better.” She held the cigarette
over the lamp chimney until its tip
glowed red. “Do you remember,
Todd? I learned that trick at Tory
Wales’ camp, the week-end we were
there and a storm cut off the elec-
tricity.”
“Tory knows plenty of tricks.”
Todd sat back in his chair. “By
the way, she’s going to marry her
Englishman.”
“Do you hunt here?” Todd asked
John, breaking a lengthening si-
lence.
“Not often, now,” John replied
civilly. “I used to when I was in
school. That head there on the wall
was my first trophy.”
“It’s a good one.” Todd rose,
walked across the room to examine
the deer head on the wall. John
joined him. They talked of hunt-
ing, diffidently at first and then with
increasing interest.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
Economist Forecasts
Age Vs. Youth Struggle
Dr. Frank S. Dickinson, Univer-
sity of Illinois economist, foresees
the approach of a class struggle be-
tween age and youth.
He said in an address recently that
the “war of the pensionnaires” would
unfold as a problem “far more de-
manding” than the oft-,discussed con-
flict between capital and labor.
Dr. Dickinson said the decreasing
birth rate and the increasing life
span were causes behind the “strug-
gle of classes in America.” But he
said he does not expect the strug-
gle to become critical until 1980,
when, he estimated, there will be
25,000,000 persons in the United
States more than 65 years of age.
He visioned possible results of
what he predicted would be “the
greatest cultural and social change
since the fall of Rome” as follows:
Pension-taxation claiming one-
fourth the income of workers and
employers.
Destruction of the two major po-
litical parties.
Control by the “hand that rocks
the rocking-chair.”
Substitution of “votocracy” for
democracy, with one of every four
voters over the 65-year mark.
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