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THURSDAY, JUNE 27, 1940
THE STORY CHAPTER I—Charming, wealthy Gabri ella (Gay for short) Graham, engaged to Todd Janeway, returns to a cabin in the Maine woods accompanied by a friend, Kate Oliver. The idea of a stay at the cabin oc curred to her when she received a key to it following the death of her godfather. Uncle John Lawrence. The two girls notice im mediately that someone has been, and prob ably is, living in the cabin. Kate suspects that Gay knows the identity of the mysteri ous occupant. CHAPTER II She couldn’t force Gay to tell her. Kate regarded with satisfaction a bun on a long toasting-fork which she held over the bed of embers in the fireplace. She would be obliged to bear with her curiosity until the owner of the sweater appeared. He was taking his time about it. She and Gay had unpacked the rumble of the coupe. They had found a can of kerosene beside the back steps and had filled and lit every lamp in the cabin. They had brought two pails of water up from the lake. Preparations for a late supper were well under way, now, and still he had not appeared. Gay was in the room which she’d called the master-bedroom chang ing her clothes. She’d gotten her self pretty wet bringing water up from the lake. Was it deliberate? Kate wondered, not without just rea son for suspicion. What effect was she creating, now, before the mir ror above the chest of drawers? She sounded very blithe and gay. Her voice, sweet and husky, influ enced, no doubt, by the night-club singer who was the latest enthusi asm of Gay and her intimates, floated out through the open door. She was singing with the radio. Appropriate, Kate thought. Whew! A smell of scorching recalled her attention to the bun. She removed it from the fork, placed it with three others on a plate keeping warm on the hearth. The coffee was boiling over. Kate rose from the foot-stool on which she sat and bent forward to lift the pot from the bed of em bers. Pale brown bubbles foamed down over her hand. The exclama tion she gave, sharp and unstudied, stopped the singing. Gay came into the room knotting a scarf around her neck. “Salty language, my friend,” she said. “Oh, you’ve burned your hand. Here, let me take it.” She unknot ted the scarf and wadded it around the handle of the pot. “Does it hurt terribly, Kate?” “I’ll probably survive.” Kate flapped her injured hand. So the key-note was to be simplicity, she thought, considering Gay’s appear ance with a quizzically lifted brow. She wore a dark wool skirt, a white wool jumper, ghillies and white an gora socks. She had brushed her red-brown hair into a softly curling halo tied with a bright blue ribbon. Her face had a scrubbed and shin ing look. The freckles across her nose, undisguised by powder, were young and endearing. Kate smiled. “Isn’t the lip-stick out of key?” she asked. “It points the contrast.” Gay, un abashed, returned Kate’s smile. “The coffee smells marvelous.” She poured the dark brown liquid into cups from the picnic-hamper ar ranged with plates and forks and spoons on the low table beside the hearth. “Does it? I hadn’t noticed.” Kate returned to the foot-stool. “I can’t smell anything except that perfume. It’s certainly off-key.” “No it isn’t.” Gay pulled an arm chair close to the table, settled her self, bit into a sandwich. "It breathes of the great out-of-doors, crushed ferns, mossy dells, moor land heather. I bought it especially for the occasion.” Kate made a derisive gesture. “It breathes of Fifth Avenue and the Sil ver Room at the Ritz.” “Maybe you’re right,” Gay said amicably. “I adore hamburgers. Toasting them was an inspiration. I’m starved.” But she ate scarcely anything. She was listening, waiting, Kate thought, preoccupied with heaven only knew what thoughts, memories, anticipa tions. The continuing ripple of ir relevant comment was a smoke screen deliberately raised. In the intervals of silence when she lay back in the chair, her arms crossed under her head, Kate observed her warily. She wras excited. That was obvious. But, though she smiled, her face in repose reflected some more tender emotion. “Don’t you think—” she began and stopped short. There were sounds outside the cabin, an expir ing exhaust, a motor suddenly si lenced, a brake jerked on, a door resoundingly slammed. Kate, watch ing Gay, saw her start forward, saw the bright trembling expectan cy, unrelieved by humor or brava do which, for an instant, illuminated her face. Then, conscious of Kate’s intent and somewhat disconcerted gaze, she slowly relaxed. Compo sure slipped like a mask across her face. She sat back in the chair. “Arriving in a cloud of dust,” she said, her voice only a little shaken, her eyes turning from Kate to the door. “Mud, which must certainly spoil the effect.0 Kate rose from the foot stool. “Well, let us be brave. Me, Lfcfil walked LIDA LARRIMORE W.N.U. SERVICE to the end” of the hearth and" stood leaning against the chimney, her arm on the low mantel shelf. On the radio a baritone sang melt ingly of a rendezvous on the Isle of Capri. Through the music came the sound of a door explosively opened, resolute footsteps thudding across the kitchen floor. Kate’s eyes turned from Gay’s profile to the door. “Impetuous,” she murmured. “He seems to be in a hurry.” He appeared almost before she had completed the thought, a tall, rangy young man in corduroys and a leather coat, the brim of a dark felt hat pulled down over his eyes. He halted abruptly in the doorway, stood surveying the brightly lit room with an expression which changed, as Kate watched, from brusque in quiry to blank amazement. His face, lean and brown, with promi nent cheek-bones and jaw line, was vaguely familiar. She had seen him somewhere, in a quite different set ting. Somewhere— “Hello, John.” Gay’s voice sound ed completely natural, neither very cordial nor very aloof, certainly not at all surprised. Kate heard her rise from the chair. The young man in the door-way slowly removed his hat. His hair was thick and dark and cut short to thwart, Kate sus pected, a tendency toward waves. She doubted whether, after the first quick glance, he was aware of her presence in the room. His eyes re mained fixed upon Gay. “Gay—” he said slowly, incredu lously. He had a beautiful mouth. “Beau tiful” wasn’t a w’ord you used to describe a man, Kate told herself. It was beautiful, though, generous, sensitive, expressive. Wondering recognition kindled in his dark eyes. For an unguarded moment some strong emotion gave his dark, rath er grave face a glancing brilliance. Kate found herself, in that moment of silence, almost holding her breath. “I have the advantage, John,” Gay said. “I knew it was you who was here.” The brilliance faded out of his face. Kate saw his mouth set a little grimly. “You usually have, haven’t you?” he asked quietly. “Not always.” The question seemed to have shaken Gay’s com posure. She turned to Kate. “Kate,” she said, “Miss Oliver, may I pre sent—Is it—Doctor Houghton now?” she asked, turning again to the tall young man in the doorway. “Doctor Houghton,” he affirmed. He smiled at Kate a little diffident ly. “I’ve met Miss Oliver,” he said. “Certainly. How-do-you-do?” Kate remembered now. She had the answer. This was Dr. Lawrence’s nephew, John, who’d come with him to Gay’s debutante party. This was the young man with whom Gay had stolen away from the party that night. She, Kate, had seen them re turning. She remembered now. Gay’s face, soft and bright, framed in the collar of a white fur coat, upturned to the tall young man bend ing to speak to her in the dimly lit passage that led to a side-door of the ball-room. She had the answer but it did not relieve her concern. There was something between Gay and this young man. Kate felt it vibrating in the air of the room though the words they spoke were casual. This was the motive, then, whether she’d known he was here or the meeting was a coincidence. This, he, was why she had wanted to come. Kate gave a distracted thought to Gay’s family, to a blond young man with charming manners whom she liked very much. “Heaven help us!” she said silent ly, the shadow of events to come lying darkly across her mind. And then, because her rectory past would pop up now and then, “The prayers of the congregation are requested,” she added. “Of course you’ve met Kate.” The singing vibration was in Gay’s voice. “I’m sorry. I had forgotten.” “I hadn’t.” He took a few steps forward into the room. “Miss Oli ver rescued me, on one occasion, from a fate worse than death.” “I remember,” Kate said. Gay glanced at her quickly. Kate was lighting a cigarette. Her eyes in the spurt of flame from the match were twinkling under the frown that knotted her brows. “You had,” she added, speaking to John, “a tenden cy to bolt into empty rooms.” “It was my first debutante party,” he said. His diffident half-smile wid ening into an engaging grin, ex cluded Gay. That studied indif ference enraged her now as it had when she was fifteen. She had, she discovered, exactly the same im pulse to do something, anything, to attract and hold his attention. “You’re looking well,” she said. “You’re looking well, too.” His eyes, regarding her steadily across the space which separated them, held a faintly ironical expression which she remembered very well. “I’m relieved.” The engaging grin slant ed side-wise. “Your photographs have given me the impression that you’d been skipping your vitamins and losing too much sleep.” “My photographs—?” Gay ques tioned. “The press has been giving you considerable space recently,” he said in reply. The press! Had they done some thing stupid at home? Gay’s eyes flew to meet Kate's startled glance. Kate’s expression was not reassur ing. She looked as though she was resigning herself to some inevita ble disaster. Gay turned again to John. “This time you have the advan tage,” she said. "We haven’t seen the papers for two days.” She fancied, for a moment, that he, as well as Kate, knew the thought which had flashed into her mind. His expression was wholly ironical But— “I was referring to the rotogra vure sections,” he said, “and the fifty-cent magazines.” He hesitated, then, "May I wish you happiness?” he asked. “Why not?" “I do wish that for you.” He con tinued to regard her steadily but the slanting smile had vanished and his eyes were very grave. “Thank you, John.” His steady gaze presently altered. He glanced around the room. “I’m a very poor host,” he said. “You’ve had to bring in your lug gage and get your supper. I’ve been talking politics up at the village store. Why didn’t you let me know you were coming?” The question had, for Gay, only one implication. Resentment, like a fresh breeze blowing through a room too warm and perfumed, cleared the confusion from her mind. “Did you think I knew you were here?” she asked quietly but with warmth kindling in her voice. He turned to look at her in sur prise. “But if you didn’t, why did you come?” Resentment flamed into anger. But anger was stupid. She returned his glance directly, her chin uncon sciously lifting, her eyes bright and scornful. “You haven’t become less—fatu ous, have you?” she asked. “I didn’t mean that the way it sounded,” he said quickly. “I’m not that fatuous. I meant, how did you expect to get in unless someone was here?” Her level glance did not waver. His momentary confusion gave her the advantage. She pressed it reso lutely, still smarting from humiliat ed pride. “Why should I have had the faint est idea that you, especially, should be here?” she asked. “But who else would be?” His ex pression was frankly puzzled. “I’ve never rented it. My kid sister had a house-party here this summer. Otherwise it hasn’t been occupied except when I’ve been here.” She pressed her advantage stub bornly, incensed by the posses sive tone in which he spoke of her property. “Who gave you permis sion to use the cabin at any time?” she asked. “Permission—?” He stared at her in perplexity. “Didn’t you know that Uncle John left the cabin to me?” “To you?” “Yes.” It was the granddaughter of David Graham speaking, the granddaughter of Peter Schuyler, secure in her inherited assurance, quite obviously taking pleasure in the routing of an intruder. “But that’s impossible,” he said crisply. “His lawyer sent me a key three years ago nearly,” Gay said, “just after Uncle John died.” She watched him intently, expect ing some attempt at justification, explanations, an apology, perhaps. She did not expect the smile of somewhat incredulous amusement which crept slowly upward from his lips into his eyes. “Does that impress you as being amusing?” she asked with dignity. “Uncle John was my god-father. There’s no particular reason, is there, why he shouldn’t have left the cabin to me?” “I suppose there isn’t,” he said, as though that point was of small im portance. The smile deepened. “I was just wondering how many oth er people are likely to pop in here with keys. You see,” he continued in reply to her questioning glance, “Uncle John’s lawyer sent one to me. I naturally assumed that the cabin was mine and have used it whenever I’ve had a chance.” She had not considered that possi bility. It was true, of course. It was the only logical explanation. She felt, for a moment, in sympathy with John, who, as well as she, was the victim of some sentimentality or eccentricity contrived by a mem ber of an older generation. But Un cle John, as she remembered him, had been neither sentimental nor eccentric. The lawyer had made a mistake, perhaps. At any rate, it wasn’t John’s fault any more than it was hers. “I understand that,” she said, “because I assumed that it belonged to me.” Neither pride nor resent ment was entirely proof against the humor in the situation, against the charm of his rare slow smile. Her eyes met John’s in laughter and sympathy. Then— “So you can’t turn me out after all, can you?” he asked. “No,” she said slowly, consider ing. "But I can ask you to go.” His smile faded a little. “Are you planning to stay—indef initely?” he asked. “Not longer than a week, per haps.” “I have another week.” She knew that he, too, was considering, choos ing his words with deliberation, try ing to gauge their probable effect upon her. “It’s rather an impor tant week,” he went on, “my last vacation, probably, for some time.” “This week is important for me, too,” Gay said with equal delibera tion. My last of—” She paused, then added, smiling, “—of vacation prob ably for some time.” The slanting smile, more mocking than amused, told her that he under stood the implication of the pause and the smile. ,“L should hp. a. gentleman and- THE BLUFFTON NEWS, BLUFFTON, OHIO clear out, I suppose,” he said slow ly. “Unfortunately, it isn’t as simple as that. I’m making an experi ment,” he said diffidently. “It’s just getting well under way.” “Amateur photography?” Kate asked from her position against the chimney. “Probably of no greater impor tance,” he said with a deprecating laugh. Kate shouldn’t have, Gay thought, feeling again that reluctant but com pelling sympathy for John. Kate was getting back at her. She de served it, perhaps, but he didn’t. Even six years ago when he’d bare ly started, he’d been very earnest about his work. Kate shouldn’t have —She wanted, somehow’, to make amends. “I suggested photography,” Gay said. “I thought possibly the ma terials in your laboratory were things Uncle John had left.” “I’m sorry. It’s just that—” He ran his hand with an impatient ges ture across his crisp dark hair. “It probably w’on’t amount to anything, but I want to see it through. If I leave here now, all that I’ve done will be lost.” “I suppose I should be a lady and leave you in peace,” Gay said qui etly, quite steadily, but with a silken thread of retaliation running through her voice. “Unfortunately, that isn’t so simple, either. I’m making an experiment.” “And you must make it here?” “Yes,” she said, after a moment. “I came for that purpose. I must make my—experiment here.” A pause followed, not warm and intimate as the first had been. This was a truce, a break in active hos tilities. John walked to the table and picked up his pipe. Gay stood half-leaning against the back of the chair, watching the movements of his hands in the yellow cone of lamp-light. She remembered them, brown and strong, against a canoe paddle, brown in lamplight as she “I must make my—experiment here.” saw them now, moving chess-men across a waxed apple-wood board, lean and brown but unsteady as they were now, on the sleeve of a white fur coat. Hands had an identity of their own. She would have recog nized them anywhere. Strange and very disquieting. Her throat ached and, suddenly, humiliatingly, she felt the hot sting of tears behind her eyelids Kate broke the silence. “Well, cer tainly no one is leaving tonight,” she said practically. “It’s after ten o’clock now.” Gay glanced at her in gratitude which held, as well, an element of surprise. “You can draw straws in the morning,” Kate continued. “Or per haps one or the other of these—ex periments will be completed by then.” “Of course,” he said, after only a slight hesitation. "There are, un fortunately, no hotel accommoda tions nearer than Machias.” “And that,” Kate said cheerfully, “would, I think, be carrying mat ters much too far.” “I agree with you.” He smiled ap preciatively at Kate. “There’s a cot in the room I work in. You can have the larger room, there. I see you’ve brought blankets and there is linen, I think.” He started toward the door. “I’ll get my things out of the way.” “Don’t bother,” Kate said, start ing with her tray toward the kitch en. “We can manage just for to night.” They were ignoring her, Gay thought, making plans in which she had no voice. He was friendly enough with Kate. Gay resented that friendliness from which she was ex cluded. She felt, again, a compel ling urge to attract and hold his at tention. “John—” she said. He stopped at the door, turned, stood waiting for her to continue. Kate, at the kitchen door, glanced back over her shoulder. Gay held herself very erect. “I will not be leaving tomorrow,” she said, conscious of and regretting the arrogance in her voice. She would have liked to reach him through friendliness. Arrogance was too ob vious and too petty an approach. But whatever he felt for her it was not friendliness. The glance he ex changed, now, with Kate impelled her to add, "Kate can do as she likes, of course. I shall stay.” “Which means—?” he asked. “That I will appreciate it if you’ll remove your things from the room.” He was silent for a moment. Then, “Certainly,” he said civilly. “Now, Gay—” Kate began with some asperity, paused, rolled her eyes upward, compressed her lips and went out into the kitchen. John remained standing in the opposite doorway. The slanting smile ap peared as her eyes met his. “The long arm of coincidence," he said. «*It is—incredible ,Nof too incredible. You might have found me here any one of a number of times during the past three years.” “I had no thought of finding you.” “I know that.” He had, she thought, interpreted the statement as a rebuff. The smile vanished. “I’m sorry to be a—complication.” He was a complication. He had been a complication since the night they’d driven together through Cen tral Park, before that, even, since the summer here at the lake. She realized, now, how largely he’d been responsible for her dissatisfaction, her restlessness, her uncertainty conoerning her approaching mar riage to Todd. A complication? That was to© unimportant a word. Look at John, silent and unp’--’" able in the doorway, feeling his pres ence here in every tingling nerve, with every racing heartbeat, Gay knew she had found the answer to troubling questions. He was nec essary to her, had always been, since she was fifteen years old. Todd was not a necessity. It was as sim ple, as hopelessly, frighteningly in volved as that. (To be continued) Rockport Mr. and Mrs. Guy Mayberry and family were Sunday dinner guests of Mr. and Mrs. Harold Marshall and family. Jane and Sue, little daughters of Mr. and Mrs. David Risser of Bluffton spent several days the past week in the home of Mr. and Mrs. Walter Cupp. Mr. and Mrs. D. C. Cambpel! and daughters La Donna and Elizabeth attended the game between the De troit Tigers and the New York Yankees in Detroit Saturday. Mr. and Mrs. H. C. Eisenbach of Phoenix, Arizona, Mrs. Walter Eisen bach son Bob and daughter Betty of Casa Grande, Arizona, are spending a couple of weeks with Mr. and Mrs. Orlo Marshall and daughter Jean and relatives in Pandora. Commander Saunders and family of Chevy Chase, Md., arrived Mon day night for a brief visit and his mother Mrs. H. C. Eisenbach re turned home with him, to spend several weeks. Mr. and Mrs. F. C. Marshall and son Robert attended the wedding of Miss Sevilla Bixel to Morris Neis wander which was solemnized in the Ebenezer church Saturday evening. Mrs. Eldon Reichenbach, Miss Edythe Cupp, Miss Mary Marshall, Mrs. E. E. Freet, Mrs. H. C. Eisen bach and Mrs. Walter Eisenbach were guests when Mrs. F. C. Mar shall entertained the Profit and Pleasure Club last Wednesday after noon. Mrs. Edgar Begg left Sunday in company with Mrs. Lewis of Rock ford, for Wooster where they will spend several days at the annual Synodical meeting of the Presby terian church. The M. E. Missionary society will meet with Mrs. Arthur at thhe M. E. parsonage in Beaverdam next Wed nesday afternoon. The following program has been arranged: Wor ship service, Mrs. Frank Jagger, Reports Mrs. Gladys Beemer and Mrs. J. C. Spicer, Music. Herbert, Mary and Rebecca Mar shall were among those from this vicinity who attended the Youth Council meeting of the Allen County Farm Bureau organization held in the home of Mr. and Mrs. Walter Sommers last Thursday evening. Members of the Friendly Neigh bors and Profit and Pleasure Clubs attended the annual picnic of the Federated Farm Women’s clubs of Allen county held at Lafayette Park last Thursday. Mrs. Orlo Marshall and daughter Jean were in Spencerville last Thurs day for a meeting of the 1924 Past Matron’s Club O. E. S. which was held in the home of Mrs. Ross Hap ner. Mrs. Bess Tickle of Willshire Deputy Grand Matron was a guest. Miss Beatrice Cupp who is a stu dent nurse at State Hospital in Toledo is expected here the latter part of the week for a month’s va cation with her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Walter Cupp. Mr. and Mrs. W. E. Marshall spent Sunday evening with Mr. E. E. Wit teborg a former mail carrier in this vicinity who is afflicted with heart trouble and in rather poor health at his home in Columbus Grove. LOCAL AND LONG I DISTANCE HAULING Every Load Insured I STAGER BROS. Bluffton, Ohio ib................................................... 'B For Vigor and Health— include meat in your menu. Always ready to serve you. Bigler Bros. Fresh and Salt Meats I tt Beaverdam Mrs. Ella Downey of Toledo is visiting at the home of Harmon Downey and other relatives. Herman Eckenwiler of Columbus spent the past week with his mother, Mrs. Nora Eckenwiler. Clyde Augsburger of Canton was a Wednesday visitor of his mother, Mrs. Henry Augsburger. Mrs. Cora Kayser of Kendelville, Ind., and Newton Williams of Ottawa were Tuesday dinner guests of Mrs. Emma Barber. Mr. and Mrs. Oscar Weaver, Mr. and Mrs. Harold Clark and family of Lima spent Wednesday with Rev. and Mrs. Bryee Nichols and family at Piqua. Mr. and Mrs. Clair Younkman and family of West Unity were Friday visitors of Mr. and Mrs. Wm. Younkman. Mr. and Mrs. Grover Conrad and family of Dallas, Texas are visiting this week with the latter’s parents, Mr. and Mrs. Jacob Conrad. Miss Elizabeth Yarger of Lima was a Monday visitor of her par ents Mr. and Mrs. Wm. Yarger. Warren Amstutz of Mississippi is spending several weeks with his par ents Mr. and Mrs. Isaac Amstutz. Mrs. Clara Trout of Lansing, Mich., is the guest of Mr. and Mrs. Roscoe Trout. Paul Shaffer and daughter Joline of Cleveland spent several days the past week with Mr. and Mrs. John Augsburger and other relatives. The Vesperian Sunday school class enjoyed a weiner roast Wednesday evening at the Lafayette Park. Jackie Pugh entertained at dinner Thursday a group of cousins in honor of his seventh birthday an niversary. Those present were Larry Michael, Carolyn and Marilyn Younk man, Loretta Younkman of West Unity, and Roger Arnold. The members of the Epworth League of the M. E. Church enjoyed a picnic Sunday at Columbus Grove Park. Mr. and Mrs. I. M. Jennings were week-end visitors of Mr. and Mrs. Gerald Jennings and family at Newark. Mrs. Donald Michael entertained with a dinner Tuesday in honor of the birthday anniversary of her VACATI ....... DOLLARS GROUPS GROUPC PAGE SEVEN mother, Mrs. Wm. Younkman. Guests were Mrs. John Augsburger, Mrs. Wm. Arnold, Joline Shaffer, Mrs. Wm. Younkman, Patty and Larry Michael. Mr. and Mrs. John Ferguson were Sunday afternoon callers of Mr. and Mrs. Wm. Arnold. Supt. I. C. Paul is attending sum mer school at Ohio State university. Rev. E. J. Arthur is attending summer school of Ministerial train ing at Delaware. Mr. and Mrs. Charles Hiles and sons of Maumee, Mr. and Mrs. Edgar Andrews and family, Mr. Earl Andrews of Leipsic were Sunday afternoon callers of Mrs. G. T. Andrews. Mrs. Catherine Bassett of Findlay is spending the week with her sister, Mrs. Cynthia Elliott. A play “Calm Yourself” directed by Mrs. Jean Augsburger will be given by members of the Epworth League of the M. E. church at the H. S. auditorium Friday night, June 28th at 8:00 o’clock. The cast is: Warren Spicer, Marian Pugh, Dale and Emerson Fruchey, Carl Beery, Eileen Amstutz, Harold Wright, Doris Nelson, Ruth Barnum and Maxine Cook. Mrs. Tillie McDorman of Lima is spending several weeks with Mrs. Emma Barber and other relatives. Ruby and Marjorie Piper of Chattanooga spent the week with Mr. and Mrs. Vernon Foltz and Philip Piper. Miss Kathleen Lugibihl of Chi cago, Ill., was a week-end visitor of her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Harley Lugibihl. Mr. and Mrs. Harry Beach of Lima were Sunday callers of Mr. and Mrs. Charles Weaver. NOTICE OF APPOINTMENT Estate of Mrs. Orpha West Harris Deceased Notice is hereby given that Nsonr F. West whose Poet Office add Fees is 217 S. 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