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

[Continued articles and works],   pp. 31-[36] PDF (3.5 MB)


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"No, sir!" Sylvia's father al-
most exploded. "A lot of disturb-
ing nonsense. What are the trains
for, except for transportation?
Answer me that, young man!"
''Of course the trains are not so
fast-" began David.
''Fast! Fast!'' echoed Mr.
Merry. "And so is sudden death
fast! Do you ever stop to think
of that, sir? And you!" he con-
tinued turning to his daughter.
"Do you ever stop to think of any-
thing?"
''But they probably said the
same thing about railroads once,'
said Sylvia.
"Don't be a young fool!"
''Isn't it true, though, what
Miss Merry says?" asked David,
smiling.
"And don't you be a young
fool! Now where's the man who
is going to be my daughter's in-
structor? Oh, you are the man.
Then let me ask you something:
Do you intend to take my daugh-
ter up in the air today?"
"No, sir; not today,'' said Beau-
coup. "She just gets general in-
struction today-blackboard and
dummy controls."
"Then I have no more business
here. Good day, Mr. Dolbeare,
and thank you again. Good-by,
my dear, and don't forget what I
told you coming over."
He left them then, striding in
the direction of the office.
"Haven't I seen Mr. Merry
somewhere?" asked David.
''I shouldn't be surprised," said
Sylvia smiling with a shade of
sadness. "Almost everyone has.
He's a love of course,'' she loyally
added, ''but just a bit trying too,
I'm afraid, until one learns to
know him.
''Of course business is terrible,'
continued Sylvia as they followed
Beaucoup  into the instruction
room. ''That makes him touchy
too. His company's been having
an awful time lately.'
"A stock company?"
"Yes."
4   IT MAY have been because of
the low estate of business that
Sylvia was free that evening. Dusk
was falling when they left in her
car.
''"What do you say if we go
somewhere and have dinner?'' hc
asked with studied carelessness.
''I'd love it!'' she exclaimed. ''I
know a place not far from where
we watched the gulls. Would vou
like to drive? Then I can just sit
back and relax.''
They presently came to the
country road down which they
had turned the previous day.
''What do you say?'' asked
David as carelessly as before.
''Shall we go and see if the gulls
are there?"
'Oh, ylease, not now. I'm so
hungry.
The roadhouse for which they
were making was not much farther
on-an artistic cabin-like affair,
but as long as a city block. They
chose a table overlooking the bay
and here again they had a meal
of which Epicurus could have been
proud. The orchestra wasn't play-
ing that night, but there was, said
Sylvia, "a kind of a clubhouse and
casino a few miles farther on, and
they have a wonderful orchestra.''
"SOUNDS dear," thought
rvDavid uneasily-an uneasi-
nesswhichwasn't exactly lessened
when the waiter brought the bill
for the dinner-twelve dollars and
sixty-five cents. ''Then there was
five for the tie," he told himself.
''And this casino that she's talk-
ing about may have a cover charge
of anywhere from two to five dol-
lars each.'' He drew a long un-
certain breath and said to Sylvia,
''I wonder if they'd cash a check
here. Or could we go to that place
where they cashed one yesterday?"
"I don't know whether they
know me here or not. But it
doesn't matter. I drew a hundred
out of the bank this morning and
I've hardly spent any of it-" she
was already busy with her purse.
''I'll cash it for you.''
He didn't like the idea at first.
"Will fifty be enough?"
And after, all, he frowned to
himself, it would be both churlish
and childish to refuse. So he drew
a check to her order for fifty dol-
lars-of which he had about
twelve dollars left at one o'clock
the next morning when at last he
reached the residential club on
Lexington Avenue which he called
his home.
'Here's a letter for you, Mr.
Dolbeare,'' said the desk clerk.
David gave the letter a careless
glance as he strode to the elevator.
It was from the bank-probably
one of their many circulars.
But when he reached his i0oom
and was about to throw the bank's
letter on his desk he noticed that,
instead of the usual stencil, it was
addressed in tvpewriting. Almost
absent-mindedlv he tore it open,
but it wasn't long before he was
giving it concentration enough.
''What?'' he muttered, two deep
vertical creases appearing between
his brows. ''What's this?"
And yet it was clear enough.
The check for six hundred and
twelve dollars and sixty cents
which David had deposited-the
net returns of his Uncle Frank's
estate-lacked the signature of
W\illiam Farnum, co-executor with
,Judge Brown. Naturall', there-
fore, DaVid's de posit had suddenly
become no good until he had Mr.
Farnum's signature.
''Great guns!" groaned David,
'then the check I drew vesterday
-the one that Svivia endorsed;
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