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till stood in the aisle, He was be-
:omin^ even’more emphatic when he
emembered the courtesy of the driv
es stressed by his company, so he
dded with an effort toward tlxe joll-
ty of the Yuletide season, “Got to
jet all you people home in time to
rim your Christmas trees. Let's go.”
“I—” began Jan. But for answer
he driver got up, and in a moment oomed over the bespectacled woman
vith the bundles.
“All right, lady — all right, pick
em -up — one seat to a passenger, let’s
;o!” His jollity gave way to unmis-
akable determination as he spoke,
md the woman began in a madden-
ngly slow way to stow away her
jackages under the seat and pile oth
ers in her lap . She finally moved just
inough to allow Jan to squeeze past
nto the now vacant seat.
Pussy-puff mewed feebly as Jan
ettled his basket on her knees.
“A pat!”
Jan’s bespectacled companion trans
erred her baleful glare from the
raveling case which Jan had had diff
iculty in fitting in at her feet so that
t would’ not infringe on the floor
pace belonging to the other, to the
at’s basket on her knees.
“I didn’t know they allowed annu
ls on these buses!” Jan reached a
inger through the^vire screen at the
■nd of Pussy-puff’s basket and strok-
d his pink nose.
The heavily laden bus shook itself
, little and then rolled smoothly out
if the terminal.
It was good to Jan to lie back in
he seat and feel that things were now
jeyond her control. She had set her
ect in a new direction and there was
o turning back. But the’more she
ried to put Tony out of her mind the
uore persistently his face mocked
.er. She saw it when she looked out
nto the jammed street. Once she
bought she actually did See Tony be-
ind the wheel of a passing car, but
: was only a man who held his head
,’ith that same touch of arrogance^
lie let her thoughts wander for a mo
ment to the puzzle that Tony pres-
nted.
Evidently he was a man of good
ackground and fine education. He
ad a mechanical bent too, that Jan,
Ithough she knew nothing of mech-
nics herself, recognized as unusual.
Ie could have made something of
imself. ^Perhaps if he had the right
icentive . . . For a moment she wav-
red. They weren’t out of town yet.
.lie had only to find a subway term-
lal to be back in a few minutes in
lie heart of the city.
Jan stirred impatiently. What could
he be thinking of? Dciinitely she was
>o.t the right influence for Tony. She
ould adore him if she allowed herself
o do so, but she would as “surely de
troy him. A girl who inspired a man
o steal for her was not the one to
ring him happiness.
Jan’s impatient movement had
rouglit her elbow in sharp contact
nth her seat mate’s arm.
’ You don’t happen to want this
eat, too?” her companion inquired
cidly.
“What-t?” said Jan. “Oh, I beg
ou pardon, I didn’t realize—’’
“That there was anyone else on the
us, I suppose,” sniffed the woman.,
lou and your cat!”
She flounced as far away from Jam
s the seat allowed, actually not more;
lian an inch, and fastened her gaze;
n the bus driver’s broad back.
“It’s a wonder that he can drive:
nder that awful glare,” Jan thought..
It’s like having a death ray direct-
d at you.
If only the last few days had never
ecu. If only she could go back to
lose first days at the Devon Arms
'hen Dora and she had been so per
Jctly happy!-
It was only after they had left the
ity far behind that Jan noticed how
luch snow was on the ground. Here,
i the open country that lay in in-
reasingly long stretches between the
nail towns, snow had drifted on the
elds and was piled high at the sides
f the road. It must be very deep in
ie Vermont mountains. For a# mo-
lent Jan’s heart quailed at the
iou’ght of her destination, a wintry'
lountain region that she had never
ion. But Brad would be there, she
)ld herself resolutely. And Brad
ould be glad to see her.
It was silly perhaps to run off like
iis in search of Dr, Curtis when she
new he would be back in town with-
i a few days. But she could not wait,
low that her mind was made up she
ras driven by a fierce urge to find
(rad at once and get everything set*
ed. That, and the decision to put as.
much distance as possible between
herself and the Devon Arms and the
William Anthony Deverest engage
ment party led her on, and would help
her to hold fast to her decision, no
matter how strange and unfamiliar
were the places where she must go.
She would marry Brad as soon as
he wished. Of that much she was cer
tain. Beyond that she did not think
at all. Brad would be able to tell her
what to do about Dora: perhaps he'
would want her to live with them —
the Curtis house was. big enough.
“Why, it’s snowing!’! Jan almost
spoke aloud as she noticed that the
landscape, which she had scarcely
•seen for many miles, was blurred by
a drifting veil of darkness.
Chapter XXII
The bus was nearing a town now,
and Jan’s Seat mate was obviously
preparing to depart. She was collect
ing bundles from /the floor under the
seat, from beneath her own feet and
finally wrenched one loose tljat was
caught under the seat ahead. These
were all added to the pile in her lap.
She encompassed them with her arms
by some sleight of hand gesture that
left Jan open-mouthed, and rose as
the bus slid to a stop. She then began
to cut a wide swath down the aisle,
knocking other people’s bundles out
of her way, and one man’s hat com
pletely askew.
Jan set Pussy-puff’s basket in the
He had insisted on getting her tray zfilled first and carrying it for her to
the table.
vacant seait. . The crowd of passeng
ers had thinned somewhat, but there
was still that Christmas homecoming
look about the package-laden group.
The bus lights were on now and the
great vehicle hurtling through the
snowy dusk must appear to the oc
casional person they met trudging
.along the roadside, like a sort of land-
,going ship, Jan thought.
She stared out of the window as
long as she could sec anything at all.
.Real farms sprawled beside the road;
Jan could discern outlines of the farm
houses, surprisingly alike for the most
part. The same sloping r.oofs, the
‘same air of. having stood in one spot
.for uncounted years. More often than
■not the houses were dwarfed by the
barns; the barns looked newer — bet*
ter kept, too.Sometimes, when a house was sit
uated close to the road, Jan caught a
glimpse of a woman’s face at a win
dow; sometimes there were other lit
tle faces jusit above the sill.
“Daddy’s late getting home for sup
per,” Jan surmised, “and they’re get
ting worried because it’s snowing so
hard.” , , ,To keep her thoughts away from
her own problems, she began trying
to reconstruct the stories of the wo
men she saw as they flashed past.
There was one young woman stand-
lilfj in nil open doorw&y r holding &
* babv in one arm and reaching out the
other hand to catch hold of the rock
er of a Chair, held upside down by a
young giant of a man, with his mack
inaw'collar turned up over his pull-
■cd-down cap. The chair was partly
■wrapped in paper.• “It’s a Christmas present for her!
Jan figured out the story happily.
“They’ve been married just a little
•more than a year. She’s from the city
__probably worked in a department
Store, Her house dress is cute and
becoming, and. her hair has a new cut
— she’s a city girl, all right.
“The baby is a girl, named Elma.
That’s for his mother who lives on a
farm on the side of that big hill back
there. His jnother lives with her mar
ried daughter and her husband, and
they have three children who go to
the community school, miles and mil
es away, The school bus calls for
themmight and morning, ..but they
have to walk down the hill to the
highway to meet it. There have been
stories of bears in the hills around,
and the two youngest children are
afraid coming home after school
when it begins to get dark so early.
But Edgar — he’s ten and the oldest
— quiets their fears by telling them
that he knows how to handle bears.
“See this big stick?” he tells them.
“Well, just you watch if any old bear
comes out from behind any’ of those
trees. I’ll hit him on the nose — hard
—with my stick. That’s the way to
frighten bears; sock ’em hard, right on
the nose! That’s the way the scouts
used to do when this part of the coun
try was just full of Indians and bears.
Jan laughed at her narrative ab
ility.“I guess I ought to write a book,
she thought. “I guess if I just wrote
the story of my own life it would
make a book. The smile died out of
her eyes; the book, she thought,
wouldn’t have a very happy ending.
Then she took a firm grip on herself.
She would be happy! The past was
over and done with; from now on she
would look' forward — she and Brad
would be happy. He was so kind, she
reminded herself for the hundredth
time, and that great old house was
so gracious, so welcoming. It was as
if the old place had held out its arms
to her last night. She would accept
their invitation; she would creep into
them and find safety and comfort now
and, later, perhaps, contentment.
It had been dark outside the warm,
lighted world within the bus, for a
long while, it seemed to Jan, when
they finally stopped in a fair sized
town.
“Half an hour for supper!” the bus
driver announced, drawing up before
a, little lunch room where a girl was
making pancakes in the window. She
waved a greeting and he waved back,
Everybody clambered swiftly out of
the bus. For some it Was journey’s
end; most of them, however, like Jan,
were going on; they scattered quick
ly. Jan stood a moment in the driv
ing snow, Pussy-puff’s basket and her
traveling bag clutched tightly in her
hands. Then she turned and followed
the bus driver and some of her com
panions into the lunchroom behind the
pancake exhibit.
A thick-armed, red-cheeked wait
ress brought Jan the pancakes and
honey and coffee she ordered, and,
when She asked timidly, an extra pit
cher of cream. Jan pttt the kitten’s
basket on the floor between her chair
and the wall, surreptitiously • poured
the extra cream into her Saucer aiid
edged it down to the floor in front of
the door in Pussy-puff’s basket. Then
she opened the door and the kitten
stepped out cautiously, sniffing ex
perimentally at ithe outer edge of the
basket doorway, at the leg of Jan s
chair, finally observing the saucer of
cream, He fell to work on it with
complete absorption and Jan, glacing
around guiltily, .began quickly to but
ter her pancakes.
She had Pussy-puff back safe in his
basket and was in her seat in the bus
before the other began their stragg
ling return. There was a good deal
of turmoil when everybody was in and
all settling themselves for the night.
The bus was going straight through;
there was a long swift-paced night
ahead. The passengers had their own
ideas of comfort and were very busy
for a few moments adjusting bundles,
arranging things to meet their no
tions.
Jan rested her head on the back of
the seat. Pussy-puff, after his good
supper, was curled up into a content
ed, almost spherical bit of yellow fluff.
Talk1 among the other passengers
gradually dwindled to an. occasional
few words; some of the people seem
ed to be asleep, the backs of their
seats adjusted so that they were half
reclining. The headlights of passing
cars loomed ouit of the darkness less
and less frequently; there came a
time when nothing except the bus
seemed to be moving anywhere on the
road.
That they were climbing steadily,
Jan knew. Sometimes the road dipped
a little and often it ran at one level*"''’
for a long time, but every once in a
while it began to ascend, gradually
but persistently. It was a road cush
ioned in powdery white; even above
the sound of the motor Jan could
hear occasionally the creak of the
snow, protesting under the impact of
a heavy tire.
More and more of the passengers
assumed the half-sitting, half-reclin
ing position that the sliding seat back
permitted. Jan experimented, found it
was very comfortable. She wouldn’t
sleep, of course, but it was restful to
lie here like this, listening to the
steady muted squeaking of the busy
windshield wipers. They sang a sort
of song, a monotonous chant —
Jan was astonished when she open
ed her eyes to find herself swinging
through murky gray light. Next min
ute she ’"realized that she was not
swinging — it was the bus swaying
ever so gently as it ploughed deter
minedly onward. Why, it was morn
ing! The lights were! all out in the
bus. She sat up straight. Other peo
ple were stirring too, rubbing their
eyes, yawning wearily. Somebody
asked about the next stop.
“Kent’s Corners,” said the driver,
“straight ahead.” *
It was later than Jan had thought
— almost seven o’clock. But the
steadily falling snow and heavy skies
threw a pall over everything, even the
houses of the small village into which
they rolled presently, seemed unreal,
.their outlines vague, only half visible
in this strange dawn.
Chapter XXIII
It was good to stretch her arms
and legs, to breathe deeply of the
clear, vitalizing air. They must be
well up in the mountains' by this time.
Jan realized. She could see, off in the
distance, steep dark slopes — the fir-
covered sides of the very mountains,
perhaps, they would presently ascend.
“This is Christmas eve,” she
thought, with a shock'. “Christmas
eve, and I am away from darling
Dora.”
But Dora was safe and happy, she
reminded herself, and what she was
doing now would be best for all of
them in the end. She drank steaming
hot coffee with the others at a little
■bus station; thought at first that she
couldn't eat, found he good morning
odor of crisping bacon and sputtering
frying eggs irresistible, finished a
plateful relishing every mouthful.
Just in time, too, to avert a major
disaster with Pussy-puff in the stellar
role. The kitten had lapped up his
milk and was nibbling the bit of ba
con Jan allotted him when, as the
door between the small restaurant and
the kitchen swung open, a fox terrier
came prancing in, barking in joyous
excitement over his discovery of the
kitten. Jan upset her chair as she
leaped to the rescue of Pussy-puff.
“Get out! Scat! Shoo!” she shriek
ed at the dog. He had the kitten cor
nered near the outer door. If some
one opened the door, the kitten might
■ escape and she’d never find him
ag'ain!
Desperately she tried to push the
terrier aside'so that she could reach
Pussy-puff. But the dog put a glee
ful nose between .braced front paws,
emitting sharp little yelps of delight,
getting in her way, blocking her ev
ery effort to reach the kitten.