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By PHYLLIS— - MOORE GALLAGHER The Old South Won This Time In the Battle for Hearts /llustrated by Henrietta McCaig Starrett GIRL CRAZY - rpHE moment Peggy Penn arrived in •*- Warrenton to spend the Summer with Aunt Sophronia Randolph, of the fox-hunting, ball-giving and graciously hospitable Southern aristocracy to which she belonged by birth, every one began to speculate on how soon it would be before Garret Carter saw her and started pursuing her Peggy was Aunt Sophronia s only Yankee niece she was from Boston, where her father, of the old Back Bay set. had married Aunt Sophroma’s sister. Kate. Peggy’s hair was the color of October chestnuts, her eyes enormous misty violet, her mouth a tiny bow of crimson. She was the very prettiest girl who had ever visited in Warrenton. Well, at least, since that memorable occasion when Charlotte Corcoran had come down from Wash ington and caused such a stir, particu larly with Garret Carter, who was girl crazy. There was no one in Warrenton who couldn’t tell you how crazy Garret was about girls, what a chaser he was and ever had been. Garret had begun his career at 18— he was now 28— and Char lotte Corcoran, of the black hair and eyes and the wild blood that flowed in the veins of all the Corcorans, had been his first love. It had seemed right in the beginning that Garret was going to be like his ancestors: serious, industrious men who accomplished much for their State and their country and gave their hearts to one woman only It had looked as if Charlotte Corcoran was going to be his choice. Until Garret was nearly 20 it was always Charlotte. Either she was in Warrenton visiting the Appletons or he was up in Washington visiting his uncle, who was in the Senate there. me. I walked Into his trap with my eyea wide open. I was Just another scalp for his belt —like all the others." A week later she was still telling her self that and crying a little when she thought what a vulnerable little fool she had been. Anthony came every evening, as was his custom. Quite often he had Marguerite and Cecil Dodge, his sister in-law and brother, with him. Anthony loved bridge. They were playing bridge tonight. All during the game Anthony was telling her to play a heart If she had one; that she had trumped her own trick, and to please, for heaven s sake, stop staring into space and watch her cards more carefully. "Didn't you play any bridge down in Warren ton,” asked Anthony, carefully, his blue eyes studying her face. “No-o," said Peggy. "We didn't." “That explains It," said Anthony pleasantly. “You can slip In three months. Bridge requires constant play ing to keep in mental shape.” “A lot of things." said Peggy, wistfully, "can happen in three months!” And she sat there, rather stupidly, watching An thony’s hands gather up a trick and ar range It neatly on the card table In front of him. NTHONY looked up from his cards then. He was frowning, displeased.* Marguerite and Cecil were staring at her, too. Marguerite suspicious with a woman’s Intuition; Cecil Impatient because he took his bridge seriously and conversa tion about Warrenton and what could happen In three months' time had no real place at a bridge table. Peggy avoided their eyes. She sat there fighting back tears, feeling them sting ing and aching behind her lids. It was with r profound relief that she saw her mother's prim little parlor maid come into the room when she heard the girl say, "The telephone for you, Miss Penn.” Anthony and Cecil stood up punctili ously. Peggy said: “Excuse me for a moment. It s mother. She said she’d call tonight.” And then she turned to the maid. “I’ll take it in the library,” she said. Peggy knew Just why she had said the library. The library was clear acrees the house, It was as fax away from Anthony as she could get. A%her life she would probably want to get a fax away from Anthony as she would go quite went to Paris with her father, who was attached to the Embassy there. Later they were stationed in Peiping and. finally, because of the change in Ad ministration, Mr. Corcoran received a post in the backwash of the diplomatic service and no one heard of or from either Charlotte or her father after ward Not even Garret. Garret had quite soon after that won the reputation of being fickle and girl crazy The moment a new and pretty face arrived in Warrenton, Garret began shadowing her. At Washington and Lee, where he was studying law. he never dragged the same girl twice. At the University of Virginia, where he took post-graduate work, it was the And finally, when he returned to Warrenton and began the practice ot law in £i* er's famous offire with its law books mat Ueorge Washington ft i . -i u .... j n. *■ UT SOMETHING happened. Char -1 lotte left Washington suddenly and when there were no other new girls In town to distract a part of Garret's at tention. When Peggy finally came in, her blue eyes bright and her soft young cheeks flushed. Aunt Sophronia called her to her room. Aunt Sophronia saw those eyes and those cheeks and she swallowed hard "Peggy.’’ she said, evenly. ”1 want to warn you about Garret Carter " “What’s the matter with him?" asked Peggy, a dreaqj-llke quality beyond the serene mask of her face. “He’s glrl-crazv. He's utterly fickle. He's " Aunt Rdphrrfhtn 'spent * * full hour tilling about Ciarret. Sbft U.M.M m.UL rtUaelnftM Pneenm n rtorrrl ’•
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