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July 8, 1948 i CK» OI*»*-O*Mtte, Ctty, to. otfe/s BY HAMILTON CHAPTER 32 "I FEEL-I ought to warn you," Andrew told Mr. Sayre one day, "that I made the alterations on this house with wood that was as green as— as — " ' "Grass I heard about how you solved the lumber problem," Sayre chuckled, "but you'll notice it didn't stop me from wanting it." "Well," Andrew was doubtful, "I don't know what may happen, and I thought you ought to be forewarned." "You stop worrying about that and jog up that plumber for me. I'm getting dizzy trying to get everything ready before Millie and Carol get here," Sayre answered. Andrew himself felt as if he were on a whirligig. There was so much to see to in such a short time. A place to store his furniture. The larger, heavy pieces i lovely things of yours out there, and mebbe if Joe lives there they won't get damaged by the" mice." "Mice?" Andrew echoed. "Of course—mice. Every barn has 'em. Find me a barn without mice and I'll find you a nose without a face," Emma Potts said with assurance. So Joe went to live in the barn. He didn't seem to mind too much. When Andrew went out on his rounds in the daytime, Joe always rode along. Gloria carried him his food in a chipped soup plate twice a day, and made friends with him quickly. But Mrs. Potts, now that the barn was Joe's home, would scarcely ever go near the place, unless she was sure he was well out of the way. Andrew settled back into his life in the Potts menage without are divorced, and her mother has remarried, I hear. That's why she spends the summers with her grandfather. I guess he's supporting her, and that the real rea- could go, in Mrs. Potts' barn; the upholstered pieces Andrew felt should have better protection, and he finally located a small warehouse which could accommodate them. Mrs. Potts was delighted at the prospect of having him back as a boarder. Since Gloria's misadventure, nothing could possibly be too good for Andrew, and she would have lowered her rates if he would have let her. But he felt that he was getting enough of a bargain on the old terms. The man with the tractor turned up, and had gotten a good start on the south field before Andrew even noticed him. He raced out to stop him, and offered to pay him the full amount which had been agreed upon. There were consultations with the lawyers, an interview with Josh Beadle who was to move his furniture. On top of everything else, Sayre decided that Andrew was the man'to make the necessary alterations before the arrival of his daughter and granddaughter. That meant frantic telephoning for bathroom fixtures, a heavy session with Knapp, the plumber, and — of course — the chance for some extra money. By June 10th, however, most of it was done. The furniture was gone, the work on the new bathroom was coming along, the deed had been transferred, and the money .was in the bank in Andrew's account. He drove slowly away from the house which was to have been his home, unable to check a sharp feeling of sorrow at parting with it. Joe snuggled against him, then suddenly sprang upon his shoulder and butted his head against Andrew's ear as if to say, "You still have me!" , "Good, Lord, yes!" Andrew said aloud, braking the car as he remembered. "And Mrs. Potts can't stand cats!" This was a problem. He had no intention of'parting with Joe—he was too devoted to his furry companion—but on the other hand he was genuinely averse to causing Mrs. Potts the distress that a cat's presence would incur. He didn't know what to do. Finally he decided to leave it up to his landlady. Emma Potts looked at Joe dis- effort. His rxcursion as an independent householder had been so brief that it seemed scarcely to have interrupted his routine there. Now, however, he was at a loose end. His only occupation was driving around the neighborhood of Branfield, looking for a likely farm to buy and remodel, and although he went at it at once, and with a keen eye out for possibilities, he still felt at a loose end. He knew why. It was because he had planned for his new home and his new life so intently and with such complete earnestness, that now— having neither to look forward to any more—he was bereft of a real goal. The Sayres came up almost at once. Millie Sayre, Ogden's daughter who kept house for him, was as roly-poly as her father, but son. "Well, I'm afraid she'll find it a little dull here if she's a Brinkerhoff girl," Andrew mused. "Why, are they so social?" "Not only social, but uninhibited," Andrew said with a grin. "Oh, dear," Mrs. McClure looked really distressed. "But perhaps she'll fit in." She didn't sound as if she really thought so, and Andrew didn't think so, either. After he met Carol, he was sure she wouldn't fit in. She was sitting on the doorstep when he drove up the next afternoon, her chin on her clenched hands. She wore denim overalls, Mexican sandals, and had red hair and a sultry look. "Hello, who are you?" greeted him, without changing her position. "Is your grandfather in?" he asked. "How'd you know lie was my grandfather and why don't you answer my question?" ^^ c - liH all in one breath. "Carol, get up, rude," her Aunt hind her. Mr. Paulson, but Mr. Knapp was here this morning and left a message for you. . a telephone!" Carol got up slowly, her _eyes fixed "So putting on an act, or subtly ridiculing him. Whatever lay beneath her words, he did not like it. He said, "That's my name," and hated the lie. He turned back to Miss Sayre. "About that message," he began. "Oh, 'bother any old messages from any old plumbers! Come out and show me where the cress bed is. Gramps sap you had told him there was one, but I haven't found it!" Carol tugged at sleeve, and, surprisingly. Sayre smiled at him. "Yes, run along,-" she said. wasn't anything important, I'll tell you when you get back." (To B« Continued) Poles Hunt Amber Szczecin, Poland, (A 5 )—Polish seafaring men report the Western Pomeranian sea . coast "abounds with amber." Plastic artists have decided to establish Poland's first factory for amber articles. with a neatly coiffed head and carefully applied make-up. She was a pleasant sort of person, but one whom Andrew felt it would be difficult to get close to. A van brought their furniture—s o m e nice pieces of old pine and maple and several handsome ones of mahogany—and soon Mrs. McClure was busy making the second set of draperies for the Wheeler house scarcely a month after she had finished the first. She laughed about it with Andrew one evening when he dropped in, feeling lonely and anxious for a little of Joan's company. Joan, however, was not there. She had gone to a musicale NOAH MUMSMUU, with the Priests. the best of Mrs. trustfully. "I around this won't tolerate him house," she said firmly. "I'd be screaming half the time if I did — but he can stay out in the barn, I guess. Yes, that's it. In the barn, I've been worrying, anyhow, Andy, about all those at the church Andrew made McClure's company instead, and quite enjoyed himself. "I hope the Sayres stay put," Mrs. McClure said with a smile. "If they don't and the old Wheeler place has another new tenant, I think I could do the drapes with my eyes shut. I certainly know the dimensions by this time! 1 ' She put down her sewing (she was working evenings, she confessed, because Miss Sayre had begged her to, and Joan was furious) and said, "I hear the granddaughter is coming up today. She goes to Brinkerhof f, J understand." "Yes, Mr. Sayre told me. He said she wasn't looking forward to being stuck in an out-of-the- way place like Branfield for the summer, either. I gather she likes a little gayety." 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