Thursday, May 9, 1940 INDIAN VALLEY RECORD
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THE STORY THUS PAR
J Charming, wealthy Gabriella (Gay for short) Graham, engaged to Todd
aneway returns to a cabin in the Maine woods accompanied by a friend,
'Kate Oliver. The idea of a stay at the cabin occurred to her when she received
key to it following the death of her godfather, Uncle John Lawrence. The two
~rls notice that someone is living in the cabin. Kate suspects that Gay knows
me 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,
ls 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 Jane-
Way. 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
~or his vacation--one more week. The night before Gay and Kate are to return
Ome to New York John gets an urgent request to call at a nearby farm. Gay
accompanies him while he cares for the patient.
CHAPTER IV--Continued
"Youshould have gone back," John
said as he slipped in behind the
Wheel. "They would have taken me
or I could have stayed here all night.
Do you realize that it's nearly three
O'clock?" He released the brake and
the car moved out into the road.
"What do you suppose Kate is think-
ing?"
"The worst, probably." Gay moved
closer to him in the narrow seat.
"What is it. a boy or a girl?"
"A boy." She was unconscious of
having moved toward him, he
thought. Wonderful to have her here
very close to him. wearing his
sweater, waiting for him to ride back
to the cabin. Not real, of course, a
Piece of a dream, a part of the
strange intimacy of this night they
had spent together.
"I heard it." Her voice was
hushed. "It sounded like a furious
kitten. I'd like to have seen it.
I've never seen one so--small."
"They improve with age. He had
close shave. It's the first one and
there were complications. I'd have
given my soul for hospital equip-
rnent. That--" He broke off abrupt-
~ly, then added with brusqueness in-
duced by embarrassment and the
fear that his enthusiasm might bore
her. "I shouldn't have let you in for
this. I didn't know it was a baby.
Why didn't you take the car back
to the cabin hours ago?"
"I wouldn't have missed it," she
Said, still in that hushed and won-
dering voice. "Nothing as real as
this ever happened to me. I should
think that doing what you did tonight
Would make you feel like--God."
"Good Lord!" he said, trying to
Conceal the pride and pleasure her
Comment gave him. "I didn't do
anything she couldn't have done for
herself. Made it a little easier, pos-
sibly. There's too much sentimen-
talizing over doctors," he concluded
severely.
"Oh, John, don'tI" she cried with
soft vehemence. "Don't he ashamed
of--enthusiasm."
"I'm not actually," he admitted,
moved by the sincerity of her voice.
"Only you're always so controlled
and--detached. You've made me
feel that enthusiasm is--naive."
"I knowl I hate it!" she cried.
"We're all th,at way, my friends, I
mean. We think it's smart to be
bored and disillusioned. We avoid
any display of emotion as we would
void a plague. Even Todd and I--"
She paused.
The roadster dipped down into a
hollow where fog moved before the
head.llghts in wraith-like shapes.
John felt his hands trembling on the
Wheel.
"Don't talk about it. You needn't,
I mean. There's nothing you're
obliged to explain."
"But I want to," she said earnest-
ly. "I could have gone away let-
ting you think what you pleased of
me but someone else is involved.
This--yesterday morning when I
pulled my act on the float I must
have given you a very unfair im-
Pression of Todd. I'm not being
forced into this marriage."
John gave a short laugh. "I could
scarcely have that impression," be
Said,
"'None of the things you probably
think are true," she went on. "We
didn't merely drift into an engage-
rnent. It wasn't propinquity or the
fact that both families hoped and
expected that we would marry. I
suppose that would have put us off
each other, if anything. We're nei-
ther of us lambs which could be led
to a sacrifice without, ~ood deal of
bleating."
Presently she continued. "I like
Todd better than anyone I've ever
known," she said, as though she
were explaining the situation to her.
self as well as to him, "We enjoy
being together. We think the same
things are amusing 5r sad or ex-
citing."
"I should think that would be an
excellent foundation for marriage,"
John said as she paused.
"But it isn't enough. It's all too--
What were the words you used?-
controlled and detached. We hold
things too lightly." Mounting pas.
sign flamed in her voice. "Todd
shouldn't have let me come here,"
she said, "Let you?"
"Oh, I know." She gave a low
rueful laugh. "He couldn't have pre-
vented my coming. But if I'd cared
enough for him I wouldn't have
needed to come. If he'd cared
enough for me he Would have tried
to keep me there with him. If--" she
broke off, and added: "I meant to
correct the unfair impression of
Todd I'd given you. I'm not doing a
very good Job."
He ignored that. "Why did you
come, Gay?" he asked.
"I've wanted to tell you." Her
voice was quiet, now, very thought-
ful, wholly sincere. "I've been afraid
to try. It doesn't seem reasonable,
even to me. I had no idea that you
would be here."
"I know that." John was uncon-
scious of the fact that he had slack-
ened the speed of the car. With his
eyes still fixed on the road ahead,
he waited for her to continue.
"I'm not afraid now," she went
on after an interval of silence. "To-
night, while I was waiting for you, I
thought of Uncle John."
"Yes?" he said, bending toward
her.
"Do you suppose that when you
are---dying," she asked simply, like
a child puzzling over a mystery be-
yond its comprehension, "that some
especial wisdom is given to you?"
Her phrasing of a thought he'd
had, startled him with its similarity.
He remained silent, his weariness
gone, every nerve in his body sud-
denly tense and alert.
"I thought of that tonight," she
went on without waiting for a reply
to her question, "while you were
bringing that baby into the world.
When realities touch you, pride
seems unimportant. I'm not afraid
to tell you now. I wanted to come
back to the cabin because I'd felt
intensely here. I'd been both happy
and unhappy and not ashamed of
either, no hidden emotion beneath
mockery for fear I'd be thought sen-
timental and naive."
"But you were so young then,
Gay." John drew in at the side of
the road and stopped the motor.
"And have you--succeeded?"
"I was disappointed the night Kate
and I arrived. I realized how fool-
ish I'd been. The cabin was as I
remembered it, but I had no feeling
about it until--"
Her voice which had been com-
posed trembled to a faltering stop.
~She glanced up at him and he saw,
in the light from the dashboard, the
tears on her lashes, the uncertain
half-smile on her lips, the melted
stars in her eyes. His arms went
around her, drew her close.
"Gay," he said. "Darling! I love
you. It's a relief to say it. I'm
not afraid either. Oh, Gay."
She turned so that her cheek
touched his. Her arm went up
around his neck.
"Johnl" she cried softly. "Oh, I
was afraid it wouldn't happen. I
was afraid I'd go away without hav-
ing really been with you. Or that
you would. We're both o stubborn
and proud and ridiculous." She
laughed, half sobbing. "John["
"I couldn't have gone while you
were here," he whispered against
her cheek.
Her arm tightened. Her hand
moved in gentleness from his tern.
ple down along the thin line of his
jaw. "I couldn't have either. It
was always you. It was because you
had been there that I had to come
back. I loved you awfully that sum-
mer and have always since. I
thought Just being here-- But it
wouldn't have been any good. The
night Kate and I came---the cabin
was just as I had remembered it.
But I had no feeling about it until I
found your sweater, this sweater,
and knew it was you 'who was
there."
"That old sweater. It was new
the summer you were here. You
rememberedl"
"I remembered everything, how
you had your hair cut short so it
wouldn't wave, your hands--I could
have drawn them from memory--
your crooked smile that disapproves
of me, the way you walk, all the
things that make you--you."
"Oh, Gayl You make me--I can't
say--" His love for her, so long held
in check, broke through the re-
straints he had set. Logic and com-
mon sense we~ lost in a rushing
flood of tenderness, passion, relief.
They k ad this time together, now,
tonight The past was blotted out
and th, future obscure. They were
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together on the small secure island
of the present. "I've wanted you
so," he said in shaken phrases. "I've
ached to hold you like this.
CHAPTER V
Kate roused, opened her eyes,
blinked at the light coming in
througl~ the window beside her bed.
She had forgotten to draw the shade
when she had retired, she thought.
She had forgotten to undress, too,
apparently, since she seemed to be
fully clothed. That was a little care-
less, to say the least. She stretched
under the blankets, blinked again
and remembered.
Her eyes, wide awake now, flew
to Gay's bed at the opposite end of
the room. The counterpane was
drawn smoothly over the pillows and
Gay's white wool robe lay flung
across it as it had lain since yester-
day afternoon. Kate glanced at her
watch. Nearly half-past seven. She
threw back the blankets, sprang
from the bed, stood listening.
She glanced in the mirror above
the low chest of drawers. Her face,
colorless from anxiety and fatigue,
glared back at her in the morning
light. What a fright she lookedl
Not that it mattered. She was glad
she'd done what she had. She'd
t "~mhl
"You've made me feel that en-
thusiasm is--naive."
wondered, last night, how she would
feel about that this morning. Gay
would be furious. Let her. There
were limits to patience and toler-
ance and being a good sport. Last
night, at least, she hadn't let her
sympathies run away with her com-
mon sense.
How treacherous sympathies werel
Kate, brushing her long sandy hair,
felt hers stir beneath anxiety and
exasperation as she thought of Gay
and John. They were so obviously
in love with each other, romanti-
cally in love which was more dan-
gerous than a mere physical attrac-
tion. Not that he wasn't physically
attractive. He had charm and good
breeding, His characteristic gravi-
ty, lit by flashes of humor, was ap-
pealing. He was sensitive, but Gay
couldn't dominate him, which, for
her, must be unique and intriguing.
In that quality, call it strength of
character or stubbornness as you
through the two east windows lay
over them, a promise, a seal of ap-
proval, a benediction.
They were not aware of Kate
standing in the doorway. Their faces
bent over their separate tasks were
absorbed and smiling. As she
watched, their glances lifted and
met. They broke into soft laughter
though no word was exchanged.
Leaning toward her, his lips brushed
across her hair. "
The light caress, significant of a
new relationship, banished sympa-
thy and sentiment. Kate stiffened.
"Welll" she said crisply. "For
two people who've been out all
night--"
"We didn't expect to be so long,"
Gay interrupted. "John had a baby.
It took all night."
"WhatI" Kate's hands grasped the
sides of the doorway.
"A Mrs. Whittaker had a baby,"
John said. "I merely assisted."
Kate drew a steadying breath.
"And what did you do?" she asked
Gay.
"I waited for John outside in the
car."
"I'm surprised you didn't--as-
sist."
"I wanted to. John wouldn't let
me."
Kate felt her lips twitching in spite
of the very real dismay that weight-
ed her spirits. "I'm glad he had
that much sense," she said. "You
couldn't have telephoned, I sup-
pose."
"There wasn't a 'phone."
"I am sorry, Kate." John roused
from the trance-like state so alarm.
ing to Kate. "You must have been
frantic. I tried to send Gay back.
But you know how she is."
"Just a spoiled brat." Gay glanced
up at him, smiling.
"The toast is burning," Kate said.
"Heavens, yes[" Gay snatched the
rack up from the stove.
"Can't you keep your mind on
your work?" John took the rack
from her. Their hands touched, re-
luctantl'y parted. Gay gave a laugh-
ing cry.
"Can't you? The bacon is burned
to a crisp."
"Good Lordl" The rueful smile
widened into his engaging grin.
"Will you cook this breakfast,
Kate?"
"I'll have to, I suppose," she said
grumpily, "if I'm to have anything
fit to eat." She took the skillet from
John's unresisting hand and
marched to the sink. "After you've
had breakfast you'd better get some
sleep. We can't start for New York
today."
A sudden hush fell upon the room.
Kate could not see their faces. She
was scraping burned bits of bacon
from the skillet into the sink.
"The Northfleld garage couldn't
cope with the generator," she went
on. "I left the car there and that
boy with the teeth brought me back
here last night. They kindly offered
to take the car in to Machine to-
day. That means, I suppose, that it
won't be ready before night. I'll
be glad to get back to civilization
again where it doesn't take forever
to get something done." She turned.
"Where's the rest of the bacon or'
have you--"
(7'0 BE CONTINUED)
Liquid Helium Is Puzzle
To Scientific Observers
Liquid helium If, one of the most
peculiar substances ever observed
please, lay, she supposed, his strong by scientists, acts as if it defies the
attraction, laws of gravitation that apply to all
What was that? Kate dropped her other substances. Entirely under
brush on the top of the chest. They its own powers it can rise against
were here. They were laughing to- the pull of gravity and flow into a
i gether, somewhere, close at hand.
!Her first reaction was a light-head-
ed sense of relief. She opened the
bedroom door into the main por-
tlon of the cabin.
i The sound of laughter reached her
more clearly. She smelled bacon
frying and toast and coffee. Relief
sharpened into indignation. They
were laughing, were they, having
breakfast, while she worried. Kate's
:back stiffened, As she walked
through the living-room, she glanced
at the telephone against the wail
She was glad she had done it. she
told herself, steeling her sympa-
thies, resentfully forcing from her
mind an unjustified feeling of guilt.
But she wasn't so sure she was
glad when she came to the doorway
of the kitchen. Sympathy, for a
sentimental moment, took prece-
dence over indignation and anxiety.
They had built a roaring fire in the
wood range and were cooking break-
fast together. Gay, wearing his
sweater, too large for her, the
sleeves rolled back to free her
hands, was toasting bread. John,
standing beside her, turned bacon in
the skillet. Steam rose from the
coffee-pot, curled in a wreath above
their heads. Sunlight streaming in
vessel at a greater height than its
own solution.
This phenomenon was described
by Prof. H. Grayson Smith of the
University of Toronto, at the Boston
meeting of the American Chem-
ical society. It was first ob-
served at Oxford university. If the
closed end of a test tube is dipped
into the liquid helium II it will flow
up the sides of the tube, over the
opening at the-top and fill the tube.
It will creep over any solid surface
with which it comes in contact. It
leaks readily through solid materi.
als through which gas can be forced
in small quantities only at very high
pressures.
This fluid has from 100 to 1,000
times the heat conductivity of all.
ver. Liquid helium II exists only
at very low temperatures, near ab.
solute zero. Helium at ordinary
temperatures is a gas, well known
as the non-inflammable balloon filler.
It can be changed to a liquid by
cooling. Further cooling should
change it to a solid as is the case
with other gases, but instead it
changes to another liquid with prop-
erties that are baffling to the scien-
tists.
By LEMUEL F. PARTON
(Consolidated Features--WNU Service.)
NEW YORK.- We heard that
Wendell L. Willkie had 300 invi-
tations to make public addresses.
Across his big desk, which in
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Wendell Willkle ous disarray
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number is something over 2,000.
Also in the ruck were enough pleas
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Mr. Willkie, built like a guard,
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The range and agility of his mind
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field. On his desk was a new
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which he is writing a review; also
a litter of papers having to do with
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An hour's conversation covered a
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! ,"May I re-
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