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iURSDAY, JAN. 23, 1936 THE FRANKLIN PRESS AND THE HIGHLANDS MACONIAN PAGE FIVE Ishbel PJLS. ::: had already gone; she had not no ticed them leaving her. She went down to B deck and along the oo'rridor. Her glance swept by chance towards an alley way, and her hand went up to her mouth to stop the exclamation that sprang to her lips. (Continuied Next Week.) ..chest COLDS SIXTH INSTALLMENT Well, I’m doing it. I’m painting ittle, because I like to pass the le that way.” ^lacduff was charmed with An a’s way lO'f tossing off her words, re was a woman who might be rth her salt. She chatted about ; (jartges, and gave hmi a lively ture of her own impressions that irning. Yes, she was an artist. ; could tell that from her choice words. ^'hen Macduff was writing, he Ltiered httie with externals, going lor sombre, philosophical stuit it some people seemed to like, it rprised him to see India through ; sapient eyes of an intelhgeni iman. Soon he was talking him- f, and marvelling at his own .ency. For half .an hour 'his com- nion sat back, entranced and msed, while he unbent. She lit a "■arette and watched him from der the brim of her hat. it must the ^oo'cktails. He was off like orator. There waS' nothing to ibut listen, now that the flood- tes were open. But would he er come to the end oi his soh- luy? Was he talking sense or .nsense ? Angela realized that the an was simply unused to voicing s thoughts, although verbose, no lubt, b'n paper. She had heard .guely of his books, but had never ad anything that he had written, fter this, she would try to get )'ld of them and see what they ere like. The other people in the room ho knew them were watching .eir table with surprise. “Ye gods'!” said Johnny to Clare. Afatch Macduff talking to Mrs. /ynant.” “It’s a miracle. I’d like to know hat 'he’s saying. It wo'uld toe /yant who would get him to talk. “Won’t you come with me to the ver, Mr. Macduff?” Angela was lyirig, at the first break in their jnversatLo'n. “I can’t keep .away. :’s the most animated canvas I ve ver seen in my life and I’m^rather een about masses of people.” “That’s just where you’re dif- 5rent fr.om me,” said Macduff, 'eighing his decision on whether D go with Angela or stay for a queur. “No, I won’t. There’s othing I dislike so -much .as uman beings, and I find it de- ressing to look at s,^ch thousands lucking about together.” They went out to the veranda nd he ordered liqueurs. Angela /atched him, wondering if perfect rankness were not the cue in landling Macduff. She leaned to wards him. “You’re rather a myth .'n .the boat,” she laughed, “the .aan -'nvho must not be spoken to. ; A deep roll O'f laughter shot sur- .irisiiigly from his thro'at. It s not ■n the boat alone—it’s the way I •ive. I find that human contacts nterfere with one’s work and one s . “Then I can’t understand why 'lOU travel around the world on a [:ruising boat. To escape from peo- )le x>n the Mtrena is like trying 0 dodge bees in .a hive.” , “I fcame on a cruising boat be- ,:ause it takes me to o'ut-of-the- vay [ports I’d never have been able .o get to by any other rneans. VLbreover, I’ve found all the isola- ion that I ■would get at home at he least possible expense,” Mac- iuff finished, cannily. Angela sighed and swung her jarasol. “Sometimes I think one ^ould be happier alone, in .a world jf one’s own. The constant give ind- take of social relations wear me rdown.” Macduff’s face was loosening in amiable lines, .and she thought she detected a twinkle through his rim less j spectacles. Or was it just the aun ton the lens ? “rni thinking that you’re not very happy,” he told her, surprisingly. “Happy enough, Mr. Macduff, but wandering in my thoughts. To tell you the truth, they’re in England with my husband and my hom’fe.” “Tell me about your home.” “I’ve never been aible to oonjure so vivid in my own mind. It’s a ;so vivid in my O'Wn mind. It’s rambling house with gables, fright fully ancient, with bits that have been added on from time to time. The ceilings are low and be,amed, and the dormer windows are tucked in odd places under the eaves. It’s filled with pictures, ancient and modern, and my dog Jock patters all over it like a presiding Turk.” Angela stopped abruptly, thinking that she 'had been lacking in fact .and reserve. Do you live in New York, Mr. Macduff ?” ■‘Yes. Have you ever been there ?” “Five years ago I visited it for a few weeks. I love it, the excite ment, the tearing hurry, the .air- such air! But to live in it—how does one manage that?” “My life is as quiet and slow as if I lived on the tip end of Corn wall.” “I don’t see how you can dwell among such glorious skyscrapers and feel that life is quiet and slow. Life can’t be slow in a roaring city. I think I sho’uld live on wings if New York were my home.” “It’s all tosh, the things people think of New York. It’s the best possible city for woxk, because it’s- one of the few places in the world where you are let alone if you want tiO 'be. I can work better there than anywhere under the sun.” “Perhaps that’s why American women accomplish so much. I ad mire them greatly.” “Do you?” ' “Yes. Don’t you?” Her voice ex pressed surprise. “No. They’re scatterbrains.—feck less creatures. They’re also shock ingly vain — spending, spending, everything for clothes and appear ances.” “But how stunning they look!” “Like SiO many dolls in a win dow. The same eyes, the same lift to their chins, the same way of wearing their clothes, and the same ankles.” “But I can’t imagine a race of women with better ankles! Ameri can women always surprise me afresh with the buoyancy of their spirit. They. have such grace—per haps .because they’re free .and have economic independence. They’re the only women who walk with hope and .assurance.” “I don’t approve of them at all.” “Oh 'dear! What a pity! If I were a man and lived in America, I should admire them very much and fall in love with any number of them. They’re intelligent, too,- But I see it’s a hopeless argu ment.” Macduff had lost the thread of the conversation, and seemed to be stumbling towards an important conclusion o'f his own. He was standing, looking down at her with an air of gloo'm. Angela gazed at him softly and he shifted his weight. The sun was in his eyes, the garden was fragrant with blooms., the Union Jacks were still pleasantly warm in his stomach. He rubbed the back of his head meditatively and couldn’t imagine why his feet were moving towards the river. What was the sense of going to the Ganges with a chance travelling .acquaintance ? “How delightful of you to come with me to the river, Mr. Mac duff.” Angela’s voice was gay with pleasure as she s.aw him falling into step. Her companion grunted and pulled on his pipe. “We’ll ride bo Tiger Hill together to see the dawn over Mount Ever est when we reach Darjeeling,” he announced, amazed at his own de sire with the woman at his side. ‘“That will be splendid,” s'he told him. * 4: * The .afternoon sun fell in slanting rays over the Indian Ocean, shed ding a flutter of gold on water that heaved in a darkening swell. The aquatic sports were aibout to begin in the swimming-pool. Patty, brim ful of energy, was diving repeat edly from the highest' springboard. “She was born to live in ,a swim- ming-suit,” Jenny said, admiringly. “A genuine water-nymph !”_ Peter remarked, always appreciative of the manifestations of /physical per fection. Jenny saw that Clare, and Patty were both in the race. It would be interesting to watch the two of I them together, for they were evenly matched, in spite of the difference in their ages. Clare was a gifted swimmer, and fier speed and fo'rm were equal to the best that girls half her age could do. No woman on the boat could compete with her except Patty. Joan Foster was good, but she slept .all day and took most of her swims late at night. Clare was in tangerine, a brilliant flash in the clear water of t'he tank. It suited her dusky skin. Patty was in a striking green suit. The whistle blew and the con testants were off, with orange and green in the lead. Clare tore through the water like a goldfish, using the long Australian crawl. Patty made better time with the American crawl. Johnny was perched in a corner close to Angela. His face was set in anxious furrows, for he felt that the race had something to do with him. P,atty won the first heat, Clare the second; they seemed to be marvellously paired. Angela sat silent, thinking of Johnny and wo'ndering whom he wanted to win. Clare was leading .now, but Patty was creeping up. Every stroke brought her nearer to the fleet orange figure. Patty was breathing easily and turning in the water with each long stroke. J.o'hnny’s heart was pounding. Clare was losing. Did he want her to lose? He did not know. Patty was magnificent. He liked the clean sweep of her strokes. He remerri- bered his co'llege days, and his heart went out to Patty. He knew that she would root for him, .but Clare bewitched him. But this , was Patty’s race. She must win! Jo'hnny’s throat was soapy, as it used to be when he tackled at football. Patty won, and, as she touched the end of the swimming-pc»l, he bit his lips on a shout of jubilation. Angela felt his suppres.sed excite ment and was suddenly sure of .something that had puzzled her for weeks. But it was Clar& he went over to speak to, Clare he helped out of the water. “Good stuff, Patty!” whispered Johnny as she p.assed him on her way to the dressing- room. “You .and I’ll have a race pretty «oon.” Patty laughed in 'her throat tossed her cap and stro'de on. She felt robust and happy, as if a dark shadow that had been creeping up on her for weeks had taken to its , heels. Clare was also in gay spirits, a step from Peter’s side. She had nO't cared whether she won or lost; stress did nothing but give one crow’s feet. “Well, that’s over,” she said. “Patty’s like the wind. I admire her fo'rm in the water.” “You were quite worth watching, too.” Peter’s voice' was warm, 'and his glance passed over her like a searching flame. “Why didn’t yo.u compete, Mrs Rumford?” “Oh, I’m a drone,” laughed Jenny. “She’s a k>relei who looks for rocks to sit on in the sun while she co'mbs her hair,” sai4 Peter. Was Jenny dreaming, or did she catch a look of understanding, the sudden raising of a curtain, be tween those two? Her heart missed a beat. No, that was absurd. Day dreams! Clare and Peter had scarcely spoken to each other since they’d come on the .boat, except for their chat in the lounge at Bombay. They all moved out to the deck to dry themselves, “Isn’t the sea strange today?’ Jenny murmured, after a long sil ence.' “This is the first time since we left the Mediterranean that I’ve seen the water crumpled, or foam breaking on the waves.” No one was paying .any .attention to what she said. “This is ,no place to dry,” said Clare, shivering with cold. “It’s too late. The sun’s gone down.” Jenny was lost in her thoughts, watching the dying, su,n in a semi trance. She wo'uld not go below while the sunset lasted. The others QUAKES PROVE EARTH IS SOLID ST. LOUilS—Earthquakes prove to the Rev. James B. MacElwane of St. Louis University that the in terior of the earth is solid and re sistant and not a glowing, putty like mass of molten metal. , He reported his conclusions, based on years of seismographical study this week to the geology sec tion of the American Asso'ciation for the Advancement of Science. The shocks of a q.uake could not result from anything but a sudden fracture of immense resistant ma terials, he said, coming suddenly after stresses and strains of many years. With explosive force a great layer of rock will break deep down in the earth ox a chemical reaction may occur which shatters the un derlying .beds. If the earth’s core were a soft, hot hall. Father MacElwane said these sudden and powerful breaks could not occur. PROVED BY 2 GENERATIONS FRANKLIN SHOE SHOP SAYS WE ARE STILL MENDING SHOES When the wind blows And the short days roll The good Lord knows We’ll save your sole FRANKLIN SHOE SHOP Opposite Courthouse “We Buy and Sell” Box 212 Troy F. 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