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Woman's home companion
Vol. LXIV, No. 6 (1937)

Weston, George
That's love - part I,   pp. 24-27 PDF (2.7 MB)

Page 27

Brown. With an obvious cffort he pullJ himself
through the winJo and a few moments later was
down on the boggv turf.
"All right, David,' he said almost before his feet
had reached the ground. "'Your turn next."
But the car remained silent and motionless. By
that time the man who had been driving the truck of
stone had arrived upon the scene. And so had two
men from one of those garage and filling stations
which are seldom more than -100 yards ahead" on
Long Island. And so too had the girl who had been
the cause of all this trouble.
One of the garage men nimbly climbed on the coupe
and opened the door. He peered intently down into
the interior and then quickly spoke to his compan-
"Here, Bozo," he said. "You hold this door open
and 111 get him out."
H WITH one of the garage men lifting from below
and the other pulling from the top it wasn't long be-
fore David's head and shoulders came into view. Then
he drew a deep sigh and opened his eyes and blinked at
the crowd assembled around him-a crowJ which by
now must have numbered at least two dozen and was
growing every moment.
"All right, David"' called out the judge, the un-
expected heartiness of his voice attesting the measure
of his relief.
"Think so," said David, still blinking a little. His
hand uncertainly went to the point of his chin and the
next moment he was wincing with so much feeling
that at least one of his audience winced with him.
"You probably struck your chin against the steer-
ing wheel and it knocked you out," said the first garage
man. "How do you feel now? Ready to help, this
time? Fine! Now!"
Indeed, David helped to such good purpose that
a few seconds later he was shaking hands with Judge
Brown and congratulations were the order of the
"How's the car?" asked David then, turning-though
still a bit unsteadily-to look. "Wrecked much?"
"No, sir," said the first garage man. "I've just been
looking it over. All she probably needs is straighten-
ing up, towing out and a new glass in the lower
window. I can have her ready by twelve o'clock."
"We have an appointment at
the Bennett Airport at half-past
ten. said the judge, considering
'Is there any way that you could
get us there?
"Bozo could run you over-yes.
sir," said the garage man, "but
that would make it so much later
before we could start on the car.
It was then that the girl spoke
for the first time-spoke hurriedly
and eagerly-almost with a touch
of breathlessness in her manner.
'Can't I take you over?" she
asked. "It seems to me it's the
least I can do-after all the
trouble I've caused."  And in
answer to DaviJ's lxk of polite
bewilderment: "Don't you re-
member? I'm the girl who came
Out from behind the truck-and
you ran into the fence so you
wouldn't run into me.'
* f*FOR as long as it might take
'vou to count three, they seri-
ouslv studied each other, as though
by some unconscious power they
both realized that they had come
to an important page in the lesson-
bxk of life. And indeed, so far
as the girl was concerned, David's
task was an easy one. Young and
slender, yes, but at least she was
not a child-unless you woulJ
call a girl of twenty-one a child.
Her eyes were so deep a blue that
they reminded David of two large
violets-violets which had re-
cently been freshened with Jew.
Youre sure it wouldn't be
taking you out of your way?" David asked the girl.
'Not a bit. I was going to Jamaica, to the bank-
though that can wait now-and then I was going to
Bennett Field myself. Truly I was.''
"If we're going, said the judge, glancing at his
watch, "we'd better get started."
"Then let's do that," David
nodded emphatically. "You take
care of my car, and I'll be back
about nxn," he said to the garage
men. And as he turned toward
the road, with the judge on one
side, the girl on the other and
most of the crowd behind him, he
continued: "It might not be a
bad idea if we got acquainted.
This is judge Brown-my name's
David Dolbeare-"
"And mine's Sylvia Merry,"
said the girl.
TH1-1 IE  name struck faintly
C>against the chords of David's
memory, producing a musical hum
but no clear melody. "Probably on
the stage-with a name like that.
Either on the stage or in the
imovies; I've heard the name
'(omewhere,- he thought.
The roadster was a new one and
David soon perceived that it was
better to let Miss Merry pay un-
divided attention to her driving.
Once, for instance, when he had
asked her if she liked motoring,
she had looked at him before an-
swering and had almost run down
a boy on a bicycle. Avoiding the
boy by a fraction of an' inch, she
had as narrowly escaped a truck
filled with crates of poultry.
Now and then the breeze blew
at her skirt and he became con-
scious of stockings as fine-and al-
most as open-as spiderwebs;
stockings such as he had never
seen before.   "Theatrical, all
right-or the movies of course. Where have I heard
the name?"'
All too soon they were at the flying field and Miss
Merry had parked the car.
"Are you going anywhere? I mean, are you going
to fly somewhere?. she asked [CONTINUED ON PAGE 31]
"He's the one who had the accident-just to save me from getting what I deserved"

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