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July 9, IMS MMM City OI»»*-OM«tt« MMM CWr. le s Cbpyrigfc, JW7, Kay Hwnfto* BY KOY HaMILTON CHAPTER 33 ANDREW and Carol strode down the gently sloping meadow to the brook. The soft June air was clean and fresh in their nostrils. The hills stood out in the distance, in serried rows of blue, the great bowl of Jthe sky sported its first cloud-wisps of the day. Andrew sniffed ecstatically. "Isn't this a grand spot?" he said involuntarily. "Oh, you don't have to sell it to me—you've already sold it to Gramps," the girl beside him said with poor grace. "Listen, I didn't really want to see your old cress bed—I wanted to talk to you . . . Slow.up a little." Feeling distinctly repelled by her frankness, Andrew obediently slackened his pace, but his face hardened a little. "And you needn't look so darn* disapproving, either," she added. "I know you don't like me. I don't like you either, for that matter, but you're a man, and you're not a hundred years old, and that counts in your favor . . . What I want is the lowdown on Branfield. What is there to do here?" "To do?" he asked with unaccustomed acidity. She smiled at him suddenly, an enchanting smile, as engaging and candid as a small child's, and—in spite of himself—he softened. "I don't quite know what you mean," he said. "There are winter sports in the winter, all around here, and there's tennis and hiking in the summer, and swimming over at Goose Lake, and—" "Ugh! Sports!" She made a decisive, condemnatory gesture. "I loathe them. I mean, what's going on? Who gives the best parties, and where are the .night clubs?" Andrew was aghast. "Night clubs!" he echoed. "In Branfield?" Then the idea struck him as funny, and he doubled up with laughter. "Well, there's the bar at the Lodge, but of course you know the New Hampshire laws—it's only open a few hours every day. I've forgotten when, because I've never been there. And there's the Welcome Diner on the other side of town. I've heard it said that you can get the proprietor to slip you a drink in off hours." She seemed to brighten at that, and he added, "Nobody goes there but workmen and such, and farmers, perhaps . . ." She whirled on him. "You're making fun of me, and I won't have it!" She stamped her foot, and struck a stone. The thin sandals were scant protection, and she let out a cry of pain, and fell against Andrew. Suddenly, when he caught her to keep her from falling, she burst into tears. "Oh, you're horrid!" she cried. "You're like all the rest of the fuddy-duddies around here! I thought you might be young enough to have some blood in your veins instead of buttermilk, but you're just as preachy and dull and—" "Normal?" Andrew asked, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly. "Well, whatever it is, I don't want to be it!" she stormed. "I want to be different! I want to— to live!" Andrew sighed. "How about going to the movies tonight?" he asked. "There are some nice young people in this town, and maybe we'd meet some of them there. I'll be glad to introduce you around to the ones I know." That was how Andrew started taking Carol places. Her grandfather was so grateful to him for taking her off his hands for a few liours, that he felt it was the least be could do. She wasn't a bad kid, really. Just bored, and lonely, and with the urge to try everything forbidden as quickly as possible so that she could qualify as a "woman of the world." He saw at once that Mildred Sayre had no influence with her at all, and suspected that she had led a boarding school life for several years and was sick of seclusion and restraint. He took her around with him to the next affair his own crowd was giving—a steak party at the Priests'. When it occurred to him that this would be a good chance to keep Carol amused for an evening, he had asked Helen if he might bring an extra girl. "Sure,"she said over the phone, with an air of humorous resignation. "Why not? I'm going to have another extra girl anyhow, why not two?" But when he would have backed out, she indignantly refused to let him. "Bring her along," she said at once. "The other girl is only George's sister, Mary. She's been away, working in North Conway, and I guess you haven't met her, have you?" "I didn't even know George had a sister," Andrew admitted. "Well, they're not on too good terms. Or, rather," Helen amended, as if seeking to have it just right, "Mary's not on good terms with the Campbells, and Brian Campbell is George's best friend, so you see . . ." Andrew didn't, but he did sense that there might be unpleasant undercurrents at the steak party. He made the real error of not telling Joan that he was bringing Carol, and apparently Alec had forgotten to mention it to her, too. So she was unprepared for the other girl. Carol eyed her calculatingly as Andrew handed her into the car. "Are you Andy's girl?" she asked at once. The ready color flooded Joan's cheeks. She said in a cool voice, "Of course not." Andrew sighed. "I wish you wouldn't sound so definite about it," he complained. "After all, some women might find me attractive," he added quickly, with a grin. But his effort to keep it light did not succeed too well. And ^after they got to the Priests', matters were worse. Mary Roland was a slender, golden-haired girl, with a nervous, scintillating manner and rather theatrical looking clothes. She greeted Andrew most cordially. "I've been hearing the most marvelous things about you!" she cried. "Quite the boy-wonder of Branfield. And to think I should have missed your housewarming party, which everyone says was the social event of the spring! . . . You would have asked me if I had been here, wouldn't you?" "Of course," Andrew said at once, uneasily conscious of the slight stiffening of Joan at his side. Mary laid her hand on his arm. "And you will come and see me while I'm up here visiting, won't you? You're the first likely male who's settled around here for centuries!" "Here! Here! Alec cried. "You're even excluding your own ancestors, Mary?" * "Of course," she laughed. Her laugh was high, and had a tinkling quality. "They were just dull." Surprisingly, Mary Roland and Carol took to one another at once. Whether it was admiration and a desire to emulate on Carol's part, and an amused tolerance on Mary's part, Andrew could not make out. But he was relieved to see that Carol could be interested in another girl. Although, in the games which followed the meal, Mary made a point of trying to get Andrew for her partner, he managed to stay by Joan's side, and the two girls had to team up instead. Even then he saw that Mary took it with apparent good grace. Not so with Carol. She was frankly irked by most of the crowd. Andrew excused her rather obvious boredom by telling himself that, after all, most of them were considerably older than she and, what was worse most of them were married. She did not really fit in, and he knew that part of her rebellion stemmed from a feeling of uneasiness. Yet he did not know what else to do for her as this was the only group he knew at all well in Branfield. She sat quietly beside him on the way home, after they had lefl Joan at her house. "She's a cold sort of fish, isn't she?" Carol said suddenly, out of the silence. Andrew was startled. "Who? 1 "That Joan McClure. She dicln' 1 like me. I think she's really jealous—away down underneath—bul she'd never admit it." Andrew held on to his temper "She isn't a 'cold fish,' though she happens to have a little reserve And that'* *omethln* quit* a few young women of today could cultivate to advantage." "Wow! Listen to all the long words! You are mad at me, aren't you? Well, that settles one thing, anyhow, I thought you were that way about her, but I wasn't sure." Andrew drove up to the Wheeler house with a flourish, and handed Carol out of the car without a word. "Good night," she said with unexpected meekness. "Thanks for —for taking me." "Good night," he said coolly, half resolved never to have anything to do with her again, yet knowing that he would probably feel sorry for Ogden Sayre one of these days, and have another try at getting her settled socially. (To Be Continued) Jasper stones, in ancient days, were set in rings and supposed to be superior in healing power to other precious or semi-precious gems. /VoAH NUMSKULL -r-o — • DOES /M MY BACK FROM THE MRS M. P H i u.u.sisoreo, DEAR AiOAH—lF THE. PRICE OF*WHAL-ES— CAME? OOWM.VJOUl-O AN MOT5.E SEND YOUR /COTTONS Tt» X4O IX.UIbultd Vy Klnj reMuril *yni*c*U. liw. BOARD AND ROOM By GENE AHERN TELL ME IF YOU THINK ITOOK. UNFAIR. 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