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July n, IMS MM«H City GI»*«-G»ieli«, MM*B City. U. * /oi)e/s HAMILTON CHAPTER 40 "YOU NEED something to do," Andrew told Nora. "Of course I do. I'm nearly crazy. I get up late, I dawdle through , breakfast, we have a game of tennis—not a good game, either; most of the other house guests are lame ducks or museum pieces; we dawdle through lunch, we take a walk—a walk, mind you!—and dawdle through dinner. We play gin rummy or bridge, and exchange the deadliest brand of small-talk ever invented, or talk politics. Even that's no fun. We're all republicans; there isn't even anybody to argue with!" Andrew laughed. "W hat you need is a job! All right, I'll give you one." "Darling! Do you mean it?" She was pathetically eager. "Yes, I do. I'm so busy running around the countryside tracking down building materials that I haven't had time to go on with that Lisbon proposition." She wrinkled her nose. "You mean that weird old woman and her horrible old house?" "Your definitions are unkind and inaccurate," he told her sternly, but there was a twinkle in his eye. "I like that 'horrible old house,' and see great possibilities in it. I'd take an option on it, if I could get the old lady to sell." "Well, where do I come in?" Nora asked eagerly. "You," he said with a chuckle, ''are hereby commissioned to get her consent, and then to arrange for the option. It will be a wonderful chance for you to use your charm and personality. And I'll give you a tip. None of this patronizing stuff—she's every bit as good as you are, Nora Huntington, and I mean it." Nora gasped. "You're in earnest, I do believe! added thoughtfully, . Well," she : 'it would be something to do, wouldn't it?" She took it on, and left to try her luck that very afternoon. Mrs. Potts came into the hall when Andrew; came back from seeing Nora to -'her car. "I heard what you were talking about, Andy," she confessed. "I couldn't help it." She struggled hard to wipe the disapproving look off her face, but she did not succeed. "Who is she, anyway? Is she your- cay?" -your fi-ar- Andrew grinned. "No, and never will be while I'm in my senses ... That doesn't sound very gallant, does it? But you know, Mrs. Potts •—everybody knows, I gather—• •that I'm in love with Joan." He said it so naturally that she beamed on him. "Well, she had me wondering," she admitted, "with all her 'darlings,' and that gushy way she has of talking. Is she always like that? And who is she, anyway?" she repeated. Andrew said slowly, "She's an unhappy girl. She has pots of money, twice-divorced parents, a married sister who doesn't want her around because she has a philandering husband and she's jealous of any good-looking woman in the house." "Even her own sister?" "Even her own sister," he echoed seriously. "Nora has an apartment in New York, and in the ,winter she does a certain amount of charity work. But she doesn't really like it. What she wants is a i home of her own. And in the summers she's at a loose end." "What she should do," Emma Potts said with the air of a pronouncement, "is get married." Andrew agreed with her. "But you see, she's a little afraid of it. After all, she has had very unhappy examples in her own family, and she can't avoid drawing the cpnclusion that marriage doesn't solve a n y t h i n g—only makes matters worse." "Gracious goodness!" Mrs. Potts stood in the hallway, her hands clasped under her apron, and shook her head. "It don't seem right that anybody who's pretty and rich, too, shouldn't be happy. But, as Eph would say, 'Uneasy lies the head that don't have a contented heart.' " It was the first time he had heard her mention Eph since his party, and Andrew's heart -lifted for his friend. The big man had been, quite subdued lately, and his few humorous sallies had had a forced quality. Andrew heard from Bigelow by telegraph, Emma Potts met him with a worried air when he returned from an excursion toward Whitefield. She held the yellow envelope in a hand that trembled. "Oh, Andy," she cried, "do you s'pose it's bad news? Mebbe I should have waited till after your supper. They say it's bad for your victuals—" But Andrew, who had ripped it open at once, and who had been scanning the long message, laughed triumphantly. "My victuals will taste twice as good after this," he cried. "Bigelow has bought me 20 cases!" Emma Potts drew away from him a little. "Andy Paulson, don't think you can start any drinking parties in my house! I know I thought it was funny when Mrs. Woodford took that punch at your housewarming, but that was a special occasion, and it wasn't strong, anyhow. But 20 cases . . .!" She paused, indignantly. "Twenty cases containing glider wings and parts," Andrew said, grinning. "Packing cases." "Oh." Deflated, but only momentarily, Emma Potts suddenly clutched at his arm. "You're not going to take up flying! Why, you'll be killed! It's dangerous, up here in the mountains, Andy—not like some places where—" "Hey, wait a minute!" He was laughing so hard by this time he could scarcely talk. "Hold your horses! I'm going to scrap the glider parts. All I wanted in the first place were the cases." "But whatever for, Andy?" "Packing cases, made of plywood," Andrew replied, "for the siding of my new house." That stumped her for a moment. "A house made of packing cases?" she said at last in a doubtful swollen, and she bit her lips nervously. "He's out," she said, with an uncompromising air, in answer to his ring at the door. Then suddenly, she crumpled. "Oh, Mr. Paulson, we're so worried! Carol went out with that Ralph Estabrook this afternoon, and she hasn't come back. She's been gone for hours, and we don't know where they went. Father's out in the car, looking for her now." Andrew frowned, but his voice, when he spoke, was reassuring "It isn't late," he said. "After all, it's still light. They probably decided to have supper somewhere —you know how impulsive kids are—and never thought to telephone you." She shook her head. "We've dinned that into Carol since she was a child—always to let us know where she was if she couldn't get back in time. We had gone through too much with her mother when she was a girl, and—" broke off, obviously feeling she had said too much. "No, something terrible must have happened." "Have you notified the police?" Andrew asked. "Heavens, no!" She looked horrified. "And don't you do it, either. •We'll—we'll find her." Andrew realized that the "something terrible" she had in mind was not an accident, but some lapse on Carol's part. He tried to comfort her as best he could, promised to keep an eye out for Carol, and drove slowly back to the Potts house. Gloria and Ellery were sitting on the porch steps, and they made a space for him, too. "Isn't this a lovely night?" Gloria sighed in her light voice. "It's almost too beautiful to be true." Andrew agreed. "It's—it's positively romantic, isn't it, Andy?" Andrew said that it was, and Ellery hitched one shoulder in embarrassment. He said, with a desperate attempt to change the subject, "Joe caught a mouse, Mr. Paulson." That definitely interested Andrew. "He did? In the barn?" "I don't know where he caught it," Gloria giggled, brought it up to the back steps and laid it right at Ma's feet when she went out a few minutes ago, and she yelled something awful!" "Oh, gosh!" " complications, and started to rise "It's all right sir," '" reading his calmed down, she said she thought he was a right smart cat, and said he could have the chicken liver tomorrow." BOARD AND ROOM voice. "Oh, Andy, do you think—" Then she saw his face, and shut her mouth determinedly. "I guess I'm the one who isn't thinking," she said contritely. "But you did have me all upset. And that telegram coming, and all . . ." Elated with this news, Andrew drove over to Ogden Sayre's after supper to tell him what had happened. But Sayre wasn't home. Miss Millie met Andrew at the door, and he was astonished to see that she had been crying. Her usually comely face looked red and DAILY CROSSWORD ACROSS jl. A famous little dog C/Head coverings JB. Coin (anc. Gr.) 10. Egg-shaped 11. Dazzling- light 12. Nobleman 14. Sloth 15. Dull 17. Open (poet.) 18. Chart 20. Money- • drawer 22. Masculine nickname 23. Western state 25. Unable to hear 27. Masculine Singing voice 29. Not fresh 32. To sound, as a horn 34. Ireland (poet.) 35. Twelve inches (abbr.) 37. Body of water 39. Cushion 40. Opening! (anat.) 42. Pierce, as with a dagger 44. Iridium (sym.) 45. Custom 47. Flower 49. A color 50. River (Sp.) 13. Man's 51. Asterisk nickname £2. Observed 16. Help DOWN" 19. Gasp for 1. 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