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THE DAILY TIMES-GAZETTE THURSDAY, OCTOBER 17, 1946 Kit Stone, well-to-do young horseman, goes to live alone in a secluded farmhouse in the south of nd, On a snowy evening ire Shelton stages a breakdown of her car at his gates and he asks 'her to remain, Meantime "Ginnie" 'Riven with her lame horse, separ- ated from her hunting party, knocks 'at the door to ask for shelter. Claire, unknown to Kit, turns her away. Later," Kit finds Ginnie Sateep in the stable and takes her fo the house. Claire, resenting the intrusion, leaves at once, After 'Ginnie has supper, prepared by Kit, 'he takes off her boots to attend to 'her blistered foot. "CHAPTER 1v The girl's boots were pulled off. Kit glanced up. She, he found, was gazing down at him with her [gl own kind of incredulity. "I sup- ," he said, "you're not used to ed obedient?" "Only -- only with schoolmis- tresses," she answered in a rather fluttered little voice. "And of course I didn't obey them always." "I see. Well, Miss Riven, will you kindly take off your stocking and I will dress your heel?" She hesitated, then fumbled at the stocking. He put the basin | tw of water near the bed. He assem- bled the iodine and the dressing. She did as he told her. She put her foot, flinching, in the warm water. He held it up to examine the heel-- "Hullo!" he said, "that's a very nasty place. I'll have to put iodine on it. And it will hurt," he told her. "There's no way out of that." "No. No way," she whispered, and smiled. : There was silence. Only the sound of the wind outside, and the sudden soft fall of ashes in the hearth. . His guest twisted her hands together, Her face was a little set. With one hand he held her foot. With the other he ap- plied the dressing. Not a sound. Only one long-drawn breath. He crossed the bandage and tied it. Without looking at her, he car- ried away the basin and the other things. He returned to where she sat. And she was smiling up at him. "And now it's time for bed," he told her briskly, as if she were indeed a child. "Yes . . . I suppose," she said startlingly, "it was Mrs. Shelton who made you so cross before?" "Why do you think that?" "Oh, well--you weren't exactly full of graceful cordiality even when you .first found me in the stable, were you?" At those ridiculous words, there rose in him suddenly something that was like a hidden fount of laughter. Certainly she said the oddest things. "May I have a bath?" she asked. "I wouldn't wash off the dressing. I'd stick my heel up on the tap." But he looked at the tired, pinched face. "No. Bed tonight; bath tomor- row." "Why?" "If you really want the ul te reason, Miss Riven, because I say 80. I» Her brows puckered as she con- sidered him. "You know," she said, "even if I knew you fairly well, I shouldn't Jet used to you." He smiled a little at that. "Now here," he said, "is a pair of pyja- mas. Here's = d My slippers are by the very absurd they looked, he. saw, near her feet. "And now--good night." "What nice pyjamas . . . where will you have to sleep?" "There's a small room across Oh she sald "Oh," e said quickly, 'but that would do for me--" gown, ." And what way does it fall short?" "Well, I think the soap is rather a dull kind." "Men don't use perfumed soaps." . "My brother acs," replied Vir- ginia Riven, as if that must settle the custom. Kit thought of her brother's voice, heard this morning over the telephone, rather staccato; then all at once drawimg, and even at- tempting to give' the effect of mature calm. "Your brother," he informed his guest, "is coming to fetch you after breakfast." "Oh!" She looked at him. "Have You Phoned Jerry already?" 'Yes.' Rising at five-thirty he, with Belle, had tramped through dark- ness and a steel-like frost, the surface of ' the snow glazed to ass, "I do think that was nice of you!" she said, softly smiling. And he saw she was radiant. Funny child; and in Her clear love for her brother rather touching. le seated himself once more at table. "Tell me about yourself," he said. "I want to know." In- deed, he intended to know. "Is Jerry your only brother?" "Oh, yes. There dre only we 0." "Is he older than you?" "Nearly two years. You see, Mother and Father were killed in a motor smash just after I was born. And then Aunt Lou and Uncle Dick Fosdyke adopted us. They're very good to us. They sent us to good schools." "And in the holidays?" he asked. : "Uncle Dick took a flat for us. We had a holiday governess. We hardly ever saw him or Aunt Lou. You see, he has business all over the world--diamonds or some- thing. He's always flipping from place to place. But now we're grown up, we stay with him--" "Grown up." Kit looked at her across the marmalade pot. As he rose to put away her empty plate. he asked, "And where are you living now?" "Oh, we're at Bellage's Hotel," she said. "And very nice too," said Kit, of that world famous luxury palace. "Yes. But sometimes I think I'd like the country." "What," asked Kit, "made you take to hunting?" "I didn't exactly take to it. Some friends of Jerry's asked us for this week-end. We'd ridden quite a lot at school. But hunting isn't at all the same, is it?" "Not at all." i "No. The jumps are so untidy. I came off twice. But I didn't mind. I enjoyed it awfully, till I lost myself. I suppose you know a lot about hunting?" "Something," replied Kit. There was silence--a comfort- able silence. The quiet was broken bya distant mutter. Virginia Riven listened. She smiled over her cup of coffee. "That's Jerry," she said, and rose as the mutter increased to a roar. "Then," said Kit, "he has driven too fast over these roads." A small, low, red sports car swept within sight and stopped before the house, muttering fiercely till, after one last shat- tering roar, its driver switched off the engine. He got out, slam- med the door and advanced to- ward the house. . "Please may I let him in?" asked Virginia Riven. And before her host could move she had flown from the room. He heard her at the front door. "Hullo, Jerry!" And her brother's light voice, "What . the heck do you think you've been doing?" "Oh, I lost the rest of the Hunt--" "If you mean," said her brother, "that you lost hounds, say so." Kit's lips tightened in a little smile. He remained where he was, and his glance through the win- dow rested on the sports car. "And where's the man with a voice like a poker that I spoke to on the phone this morning?" came that young gentleman's words. His sister's reply was inaudible, except for the words, "Please, Jerry--" "What I'm going to find out," said her brother, "is why he didn't phone last night." Again, one couldn't hear the answer, except that it was quite a long one. "Well, where is he?" asked Jerry. Kit, without haste, went out into the hall. "Good morning," he said. The two. young things turned toward him. Yes, he reflected, very good-looking was Master Jerry, standing there in his belted leather coat, his head slightly thrown back, a little arrogant. Like a young buck of the eigh- teenth century. "Good morning. I was just say- ing," said the young buck, "that I'd like to know why no one got in touch with me last night." "If you want to know why your sister spent the night here," Kit said with cool pleasantnéss, "it was because the radiator of my car is frozen, the telephone is out of order and it was too late--and | she was too lame and too tired-- to walk to the village where, in any case, there is no decent inn." "Ginnie says there was a woman who left in'a car. Why couldn't she take Ginnie with her?" "Because," replied Kit, "it seems that it dida't occur to her to do so." "Sounds a trifle bogus to me," said Jerry. Still pleasantly, Kit said: "You have only tos ask your sistér whether she complains of my-- itality." hosp: "Oh, no, Jerry--I don't," said Ginnie. Her sensitive face was turned to her host. It was, he saw, shadowed by fear lest after their pleasant breakfast together she should seem ungrateful. She essayed a timid smile. "Well, come along, Ginnie," said Jerry. "I've got an appoint- ment in town." He addressed Kit. "Thank you," he said. "I'll have my sister's horse sent for." "And thank you very much, Mr. Stone." Ginnie held out her hand to her host. "I'm so sorry to have been such a trouble--" "We shall meet again," he told her quietly. "Take care of that heel." ? From the porch he watched the young couple get into their vulgar little car. The boy did not look up. His sister waved as he turned the car. Her smile, on this grim winter day was, Kit thought, like spring sunlight, and she a little like the flowers of which that light might make one think. He waited until the car, with rapidity and noise, had- vanished into the lanes. He turned and en- tered his house. He stood, his hands in his pockets, balancing himself on his heels, gazing, un- seeing, at a sporting print, his eyes a little narrowed. "Trouble," he had said, "trouble." He would like--in fact, he wished for--a little more trouble. (To be continued.) RAILWAY MUST PAY DAMAGES TO PAPER Sydney, Australia, --(CP)-- The |' Sydney Morning Herald was award- ed $12,000 damages to be paid by the New South Wales state railway commission for failure by the rail- ways two years ago to carry an amergency issue of the Herald dur- ing a Sydney newspaper strike, The strike issue of the Herald, incorporated Syydney's three other daily papers. tempting, hot PARKER HOUSE ROLLS ® This active fresh yeast works fast because it's full-strength. It saves you time and extra steps. And the Parker House rolls you bake with Fleischmann's will be especially tasty -- tender, light, smooth- textured. 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Current Knight President is Viscount Bennett, who is to be succeeded Oct. 25 by "adopted" Ca- nadian, the Earl of Athlone, form governor-general, As the oldest luncheon club in the world, founded in 1720, the Knights proclaim as their purpose "the cultivation of the gentle arts of chivalry, oratory, dining and in- ternational goodwill." The contemporary knights no longer charge about on horseback seeking causes to uphold, but do make one pilgrimage yearly (in a bus) to Winchester, supposedly the Camelot of King Arthur, For more than 100 years after the club was formed it met for lunch at Simpson's in the Strand. Later it moved to the Hotel Cecil, now Shell Mex House, but the May Fair Hotel has been the table's resting place for the better part of this century. . Membership in the club is limited to 150, and members are admitted only after an elaborate swearing- in ceremony. Their twice-yearly luncheon meet- | ings are formidable tourneys of eating and speech-making. 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Once more he turned to look at her. She still stood at the bed, so straight she might have been at attention. He closed the door. winter dawn had broken, it seemed reluctantly, two hours be- fore. From the window of the dining room one could see that to- day would be like yesterday-- cold. Only the wind had died. The sky was a dark grey, looking darker than in fact it could be against the white of the earth. Ginnie, seated at the breakfast table, was furtively feeding Belle with pieces of sausage skin. Kit, at the sideboard, was perfectly aware of that, but this morning he said 3 potiitng. A moment since, she a : "May I go directly after breakfast?" y He answered, "Are you so des- rately anxious to leave this ousey " ow, why on earth had he sai that? L 4 "No," she replied. "I think it's a very nice house, in almost every y, . He helped himself to coffee. 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