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CLINTON `NEWS -RECORD
SYNOPSIS
Ellen Church, 17 years old, finds
Herself alone in the world with her
artist mother's :last,; warning ringing
in her ears, to "love lightly." Of the
world she knew little. All her life
she had lived alone with her mother
in an old brown house in a small rur-
al community. All her life, first as a
new baby, then a bubbling :child, then
a charming young girl . , . she had
posed for her talented mother who
sold her magazine cover painting
through an art agent in the city , .
Mrs: Church's broken life , . the
unfaithful husband, his disappearance
, . , and after seventeen; years of sil-
ence announcement of .his death was
at last disclosed to Ellen. The news
of the husband's death killed Mrs.
Church.... E'Ilen, alone. turned to
the only, contact she knew, the art
agent in New York. Posing, years of
posing, was her only talent so she
was introduced to two leading ar-
tists, Dick Alvei and Sandy Macin-
tosh. Both used her as a model and
both fell in love with her ... but El-
len, trying to follow the warped Phil-
osophy of her mother to "love light-
ly" resists the thought of love. Her
circle of friends is small, artists and
two or three girl models. Ellen at-
tends a ball with Sandy. While danc-
ing a tall young man claimed her and
romance is born. A ride in the park,
proposal, the next day "marriage to
Tony, and wealth. But she'd "Love
Lightly," Ellen told herself. She'd.
never let 'him know how desperately
she loved him, even though she were
his wife. '
f ilf
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
"We're modernists, Sandy," she
said. "Every night is a night out as
far as either of us is concerned. We're
not playing the marriage game ae-
cording to the old sentimental stand-
ards, not Tony and 3."
Sandy's eyebrows came down, and
his eyes narrowed,
"In that case," he said, "we might
have dinner together, tonight — I'd
enjoy feeling dike a husband -robbing
Lothario for a change. I'm sort of
beginning to lose confidence in my-
self."
Ellen felt just a little icy, inside.
It was the first time since her wed-
ding that she'd a'etually made the
break -that she'd put herself, mar-
ried, in a position of aeoepting socia]
favors from another man.
"I'll meet you anywhere you say,
Sandy," she •told hitt, "at any time
you say," ) , , '
"Let's make it a real party," he
said. "We'll dress, and I'll stop for
you at your place in about an hour.
I don't suppose, by any chance, that
you'd have a cocktail waiting for
me?"
"Marriage," she said, "hasn't
changed my ideas about that, Sandy.".
But she was all ready when he
came for her in an hour (she met hint
at the door, he mustn't come up to
her obviously unchanged apartment;)
'Sandy did it all very well. It was
as if that evening he were planning
to outdo himself --to ,make the party
memorable. They; rode in state to
one of the larger hotels that boasted
a dance orchestra and a roof garden.
They were shot, in the hotel el-
evator, to the roof garden. They were
shown to a table close beside the
dance ;floor, 1.
"It's a nice roof;" she told flint--
and tried valiantly not to tell herself
that it would have beets perfect If
Tony had been the one to hold .back
her chair, to seat himself opposite
her!
"I suppose," said Sandy, as he
studied the menu, "that the boy friend
is working or something. Well, snore.
power to hint!"
And Ellen echoed,
"More power to him," as she fold-
ed her hands tight beneath the dam-
ask table cloth, and let her eyes wan-
der across the roam. As her glance
wandered from table to table, she felt
her body stiffen.For there, directly
across the dance floor, immaculate .in
dinner jacket, and with hisblue eyes
bluer than ever sat Tony. Tony
wasn't alone, either, for Jane in a
wisp of devastatingly cut flame -color-
ed chiffon, sat opposite him.
"Why," Ellen Whispered, and her
breath came in startled little gasps,
"why, there's Tony, nowt
It wasn't that her voice carried, it
was that her thought carried! Tony
looked' up from across the room as
sharp as did Sandy from across the
table And then, without a word to
the girl in Elaine color who sat op-
posite him, he was up onhis feet,
was coming over the polished square
of dance floor.
"Say," he began, "this is a sur-
prise!"
Sandy had risen, and was fingering
the silkiness of his Vandyke beard.
The gesture was sophisticated, per-
haps, but the eyes above, the beard
were frankly apprehensive.
"So it is," said Sandy. Ile grinned
TH1JRS.,'. JAN. 17th1935
ing down the street. DOINGS IN THE SC1t3U7
"And now," she. said, "what are we
WORLD
going to do?"
Tony laughed boyishly.
"I guess," he said, "that it's all set!
It begins to look 'as if you're coming
With me to a house party. Sandy cer-
tainly put -Jane ` in an odd position,
didn't he? But, as usual, she came
through one hundred per cent;"
"Yes," said Ellen, "yeS, she did.
Jane did come through. As usual."
She spoke so softly that for all Tony
knew she was sighing; fle didn't
nervously.., , "Just what does one do ,know that all at, once -there was a
in a situation like this " he asked. seething? anger in her heart,
"It's all out of .order!"ori
Y ' r•e rather la peach, you know,
„
Ellen was laughin•, She`tried'to
S
make her laughter sound casual.
"One says, 'Hello'," she said, "and
'goodhy ,"
Tony wasn't as brown as he had
been when Ellen' first saw him.
"You're all wrong, Ellen," he said,
"At a time like this, panties join to-
gether! If you haven't ordered, come
over to our table."
There wasn'tanything else to de.
.Ellen, as gracefully as possibZL, and
wishing that her dress were pink or
blue at: orchid or anything but white,
rose from her seat, and was escorted
by the two men back to the place
where the girl in flame ,ehiffon was
sitting.
The waiter brought forward two
extra chairs, laid two extra places on
the table at which Tony and his guest
had already started their dinner.
Then the music began. Arid Tony
said, "Dance?"—ilooking at Ellen. But
Ellen wasn't dancing with Tony, not
tonight, Dancing 'with Tony always
had a ruinous effect upon her,
"Sandy brought me," she said, "Pll,
have this one with hint."
It wasn't a jolly alerting. But it
managed to be adequately conversa-
tional and very polite. No reference
was made to the last evening that the
four spent together.
And then, after the dinner had been
drawn out aslong as possible, it was
time to go home! There wasn't any-
thing else to do.
It was Sandy, not Tony, who de-
cided the situation.
"I think, Jane," he said (they'd
never gotten past the first nam*
stage) "that it's up to me to take
you home, even though I started the
lka2ty with another gall After all, you
know,we're an the outside, looking
in"
Jane bit her lip sharply.
"I've got my car downsteirs/" she
said. "I can take you all home, you
know."
And at last, after detailed direc-
tions had been given to the chauf-
feur, the car came to a stop in front
of Elien's house. The moment had
arrived—and Tony rose to it nobly.
"Thanks, Jane," he said, as he
helped Ellen out of the car. "You
were nice to come to dinner with nae
-and nice to. bring us home."
"Just what does one do in a situa-
tion like this?" asked Sandy.
It would have been all right--' if
Jane had let it go that way, if she
had just said a gracious goodnight.
For a moment one imagines that she
meant to, and then she leaned out of
the car and her slim, beautiful hand
rested lightly upon the sleeve of
Tony's coat.
"You'll not forget," she said, "that
it's my birthday Saturday, and that
the crowd is coming down to'our
country place for the week -end You
said you'd be there, you know."'
Tony mumbled something. It
sounded to Ellen like "I'll remember."
And then he was .starting to slam
shut the door' of the.' car.. But his
movement was arrested by Sandy's'
gay, tactless voice.
"Throwing a party," Sandy asked,
"and not inviting mel How: come —
Elilen should have sbmehody along
who talks her language. She'd be lost
with' all of you folks -who are Phil-
istines."
'Sandy, you see, was assuming—the.
other three, Jane and Ellen and Tony,
realized it at the same horrible see-'
and—that Ellen was to be a member
of the party! The birthday house
party to which Jane had invited' Tony
—Tony evidently, to her mind, was.
still playing the role of bachelor! '.
"Of course, you can come, Sandy,"
she said, sweetly, you. want to. It
might be much more charming for
Ellen to have one of her'own—sort.
Maybe you have the right idea at
that"
And then the car had gone flash
she told Tony,and her tone was not
at all casual. "You've made every-
thing very easy for me, tonight. But
even .though you're -so regular, even
(• though you've been truly wonderful,
I couldn't possibly accept Jane's inv.'
tation—I can't possibly accept Jane
invitation I can't possibly go to
her party. She was foneed into ask-
ing me, you realized that. She doesn't
want me -why should she want me?,
It's you she wants!";
Tony answered._
"I'd like, Ellen," he said, answer
ing the first part of her remark, "t
make all of life very easy for you, i
I eouid, That happens his vol
also had lost its casual tone, "tha
happens to be the way I care abou
you." He paused. And then he wa
answering' the last part of what she
had said to him. •
During recent heavy� .floods a
Ailahabad, Indian Boy Scout patrol
were organized by the police to as
sist distressed 'families.
Plans are under way to publish
Boy Scout magazine in` Braillefo
the steadily increasing' number: o
Scout troops in institutions for Milt
boys.
a
f • private secretary to a woman nov
1St, whereas Jimmy wasn't a go
d .
looker or particularly brainy, and
* s
Girl Overboard
By" Shirley Hook
When Jill Dawson curtly a
crisply turned down., Jimmy Penro
both were definitely surprised. Th
had known `one another for quite
long time; they had frequently lune
ed at the same table in the sa
restaurant, But Jill was an on
daughter, distractingly pretty, a
him I'd: sooner be at the 'bottom of:"'
nil the river • than in the same boat with
se, him, and it ended in his stopping a
sy passing dinghy and fading for ever°
a out of my Young
h- • "Leave you with' the Worn:, —and
me me• Gosh!"
ly "That's not what I said. 'But it's
nd near enough. Look at the sky. W'e're •
el- going - to get' a downpour:" '
ocl . Jimmy sat up. He was in the boat's -
his
tiny cabin.
job, though safe, was connected wi
the selling; of Pomfrey's Pa
Sock -suspenders.
The blow fell on a Saturday' after-
noon. They had gone to Kingston
with, a cheap day ticket.'They had
ad the curtain of the: cabin and went out.. I
aid He found' a towel and, what was even
better luck,. a tennis -shirt, seeks, and ''
a pair of grey flannel trousers. jim-
my stripped, rubbed down, wrung
out his wet garments and re -clothed -
himself: Wit -ten he emerged he was. ,
in time foe the first flash of liglata- •
ing.
"Gee!" said the -girl, covering her -
eyes, "but if' that's a, fair sample,
I'm not going to send you outside a- -
gain. My things are dry by now,
anyway, and if they weren't it wouldn't
matter. There's the -gramophone •
there with the latest crooning song
on top. Or would you' rather talk?"
Jimmy would rather talk. So while
the launch floated idly she told hint
her name, which was Rose Martin;
also a certain amount of family his-
tory, which was practically synonym-
ous with the growth of the canned
pork industry in the city of Martin-
apolis, Con,, U.S.A. This was her •
first visit to England.' Gerald, other-„
wise Mud, she had met a fortnight
ago at a dance club:
"I thouglit." she said, "he was dif-
ferent from the others. He is dif-
ferent. He's a temper that he never
loses --,and I've one like a stick of -
dynamite. Now tell 'me about your-
A French' Scouting Experiment
French Scout leaders .are to make
a test of Scouting activities with op-
ileptic and mentally backward'chit-
- deep in'the John :Bost Asylums, at
`s Dordogne, France.
25 Years of Scouting and;Guiding
The 1st Calgary (Cathedral) Boy
Scout and Girl Guide groups recently
celebrated the 25th anniversary of
p their beginning. Each group has
carried on continuously.
f
vole +ak' F
Scotch Jokes in Esperanto?
t
s Scottish Boy Scouts do not concern
themselves with building language
barriers. A number of troops com-
pete annually for the Etglinton-Ad-
ams Esperanto Shield. It was won
for 1934 by the 29th Paisley Group.
It is not stated whether the tests in-
clude Scottish jokes.
"But," he added, "I do wish aw-
fully you'd come to Jane's party. She
may have been forced into asking you
—I'm honest enough to admit that
she was -:-abut the.important thing is
that she did ask you. Under the cir-
cumstances, if you don't ga, I could
not go either, now. And if I don't
appear on Jane's birthday, my crowd
will think it's strange. And so—" ev-
en through the dark Ellen was aware
of his smile, "and so it: would seem
we were in a box. Fortunately, we
are in the same box.: Not --"the smile
had grown into his carefree young
laughter, "not that it isn't very nice
to be ina box with you!"
•
Ellen was turning again; they were
getting nowhere. She started to move
wearily toward the steps of the house
in which she lived. Tony followed
her, They climbed the steps togeth-
er, slowly;
"I don't know what to do, Tony,"
she said, and her voice was vague.
"Don't you think we'd :Vetter let it
ride — all of this business about
Jane's party? Let's not worry about
it tonight. Let's just wait and see
what happens."
Tony was speaking. "Whether you
go to Jane's or not," he said, and his
tone was wistful, "I wish we might
have a few evenings together. This
has been sort of grand, hasn't it? To
Me it's been kind of crazy' not seeing -
you since—" his voice lowered, "our
wedding day."
For just one second—one second
out of all ,life—Ellen dared to be eag-
er. She did not draw her hand away,
even though it was held so loosely.
"Sometimes," she said, "during 'the
last two weeks, I too, felt that we
were silly. I'd be glad to see you
just as often as you want to see me,
you know." She said the' last with a
rush. She tried not to emphasize the
words "just as often al you want to
see -me." -
Tony answered very seriously.
"That would be quite a lot," he said.
"I guess we won't go into that. I
guess you understand." He hesitated
slightly. ewe'', I guess it's good -
Ellen was faltering there in the
doorway. She.took a step forward
__Tony was very close,' it was a short
step. But despite ,his closeness, he
couldn't know that•she was near to
yielding --r 'to making crazy, sweet
admissions.
"Won't you conte up," she asked, -
"for just a minute?" -
But: Tony was moving away from
her, down the steps. It seemed as: if
the distance was . automatically wid-
ening between 'them.
"I'd like to," he said, "but I don't
trust myself to come up with you,
Unless—your invitation means more
than I think it does. You must real-
ize why I can't."
Ellen was fumbling with her lateh
key. She knew in her soul that she
must open the door quickly, before
she told Tony how much she wanted'
him to come in, how much she want-
ed him not to .trust himself. She.
couldn't make that move—she could-
n't. He wouldn't be given a chance
to hurt her pride, or to break her
heart. She must open the door, now
-and go inside, alone.
In the morning Jane's letter came,
as Ellen had known that it would.
"My party," read the pseudo -ori-
ginal letter, "is going to be very in-
formal. Just a few of my oldest and
most intimate friends have been ask-
ed down. .Of course, I do hope you
can come and that you won't find it
too dull—being among strangers."
As Ellen read the edged words, she
was suddenly more bitterly annoyed
than she'had' ever been in her life.
"I won't go," she was storming,
"I won't! I won't! 1 won't!"
That resolution carried her through
the first half of the day. Carried her
along until Sandy's note arrived:
"Iii wondering," Sandy wrote "if
T can go up to Jane's party with you
and Tony, on Saturday Drive up'
with you, I mean. I've decided to,
accept the gal's invitation:'—it ought
to be fun."
(Continued: next week)
* * .*
An Expert on Wild Cats
A summons to give expert evidence
in an S.P.C.A. case of alleged cruelty
to a wildcat was the unexpected call
that came to Eugene L. Cote, a Dart-
mouth, N.S., Scouter. The Scout
leader expressed the opinion that the
wildcat suffered from its confinement
in small quarters with a domestic cat.
elf ' cif
A Choice "Howler" For B. -P.
Six prospective "view chums" far
a Winnipeg Cub (junior Scout) Pack
were invited to the Cubteaster's home.
Asking questions, "Akela'e queried:
"Can any of you tell me who Baden-
Powell is ?" A blank expression on
six small faces, One lit up: "I
know, Akela. He's one of the jungle
animals."
•
INSPIRATIONAL GESTURE IN
`CANADIAN HISTORY
The following letter was received
by Rev. 5'. G. Farrill, chairman' of
the committee which shipped a. car
of .vegetables, etc., to the. West last
fall:
"December 29, 1934.
Rev. F. G. F'arri11,
Ontario St. United Church, ,
Clinton, Ont. •
Dear Sir: -Your wonderful -gift ear
Which might be termed a carload of
"kind and kindness" arrived in good
condition and was distributed among
the residents in the district adjacent
ty -Riehmound,
I would like, to picture to all per-
sons in your, district who helped in
any way to make this car possible
just what it meant to the recipients.
A spectator who watched the unload-
ing of an Eastern ear such as youre
the other day wrote me as follows:
"I have from time to time read, the
various press notices having to do
with relief contributions,' unmoved,
but as I stood and. watched that car-
load of food and clothing being given
out I thought I saw the, great Soul of
Humanity which good times often
keeps hid, but which rises supreme
and magnificent in times of stress."
What wonderful cars these cars are,
no culls, no discards, but quantities
of `high quality vegetables, fruit and
clothing, hundreds of sacks of pota
toes, carrots, turnips, jars of canned
and preserved fruit from folks who
grew none of their own but would not
be ,left out of the generous gesture.
When one sees'a'car such as this un-
loaded, possibly into some garage for
distribution they ask this question,
"How is the committee to handle this
amazing car of food -stuffs, etc.?"
Dozens' of farmers stand quietly a-
bout, no scramble, no eager handling
of the supplies they need so badly,
speaking quietly as though hushed by
the weight of their debt for this kind-
ness.
The writer, a former resident of
Ontario, has recently returned from
a three weeks tour of the East in the
interest of our Work. The hospitality
and kindly understanding' of the peo-
ple in the east is, to say the least in-
comparable, and were the good folk
down there able to visualize it all
they would be thrilled to see the hap-
piness they have occasioned • our
stricken' people. I feel sure that
some day these great acts of kind-
ness will be chronicled as one of the
most inspirational gestures in Cana-
dian history. Certainly if Canadian -
ism means anything, this means a
great deal in the._shaping of a true
and loyal national iconsciousness.
With genuine appreciation and
heartfelt thanks to all those who
helped in any way he sending this
car, we are, Yours sincerely, —Sas-
katchewan Voluntary Rural Relief
Committee.—W: W. Champ, Chair-
man."
th i, "I suppose," he ventured, 'I could-.
tint' n't take off a few of my wet things ,•
and wring. th'em - out•?":
"Of' course," said the girl. "And
I'll do the same afterwards. And
then we'll' get:iriti'odueed." She drew -
walked to the .river, and Jimmy h
suggested ;tiring a boat, But Jill s
perversely that she didn't trust etas.
rowing and didn't like the look 'of
the water, anyway, and it had ended
in their sauntering rather vaguely
along the bank. And` there he had
asked her to marry him.
"Why not?" persisted Jimmy,
tactlessly, when Jill had refused.
Site told hint, in the bitter staccato
sentences - natural to a giri who is
suffering severely from thirst, a head-
ache; and shoes that are too tight,
`•`And. now," she concluded, "we'd bet-
ter say goodbye, because you won't
want to see me again." And Jimmy,
too numbed to 'answer, watched her
.move away, until a bend in the bank
hid her from sight.
He walked on mechanically,
gulfed in utter wretchedness and
hopelessness, until he came to a worn
patch of grass. There he flung him-
self down, wondering what JiIl's emo-
tions, if any, would be if he were
discovered dead from exposure and or
a broken heart. Then he fell asleep.
He a -woke to solitude, 1t was, fiv
o'clock, and the river was deserte
Steen dinghies, skiffs, " and punts a
were still afloat had been moored be
hind islands or down backwaters fo
the meal. Yet abruptly the silepc
shattered.' Round the bend
the river chugged a small, petrol
driven boat. From its naisroscopi
cabin came a double. clamour —:.tha
made by a gramophone playing a fox
trot and the voices of two,people ar
guing. As the boat drew level wit
Jimmy, a girl emerged.
"You're utterly insufferable," sh
cried. "And I won't stand it a ruin
ute ,longer. 1 won't!"
d.
s
r
ce self.
ori Jimmy told her. It was a limping,- halting story, saved from dullness br-
e its bitter sincerity;
t "What I'd like;" he concluded, -
" passionately, "is to make a fresh
" start. Where I can forget lodgings •
h in Camden Road and kippers for •
breakfast, trains, being bullied by
e old Poinfrey, 'and ---1--"
- "I know," said Miss Martin, nod-
ding. "I feel that way myself with •
e other things. Curious, isn't it, that
e we should meet like this."
t "If -you ask me," said Jimmy,.
studying her profile, "it was just
, Providence. I know I'm not much to
e brag about--"
.1 "You were willing to give your lite
k to save a girl you thought was
drowning."
e- Her hand touched his, With a
r
it gesture that a knight-errant of the
S Middle Ages might have been proud
Iof, he lifted it to his lips. They
-! smiled into one another's eyes. Each
saw there forgetfulness, and a fresh .•
start.
"Hoon-nk! Hoon-nk!" ,
Down the river came a pleasure
steamer. Rain was still falling in
torrents; the Little drifting Worn:
was practically invisible
"The rudder—quick!" cried Rose.
Jimmy leapt to the steering -gear.
What he did with it was wild, un-
certain --and the wrong thing. It •
Would be charitable to assume that
in any case he would probably have
been too late. He watched a yeasty
little wave hit the Worm and tilt it
sideways. Another rushed playfully-
on board, followed by a whole suc-
cession of waves.
Jimmy opened his eyes wearily.
This time he was lying on something•
more comfortable than the bottom of'
the boat. A' nurse in a neat white•
, uniform was bending over him. She -
had a glass in her hand; from the•
fact that it was half empty and that
his throat was tingling, he gathered'
that she had been giving him some:
restorative.
"Splendid"" said the nurse.
"Warrant'?" said Jimmy.
"Kingston Cottage hospitalsomeone,""Wihy?" said Jianmy.
"Here's someone," said the nurse.
"who -will answer any quetsions. But:
you mustn't Ute yourself asking too.
many"'
Rose came in. A friendly but dif-•
ferent Rose. Remote, formal nev-
ous.
"I'm so glad you're better," she
said. After showing such pluck—'e—
"What pluck,' a'sked Jimmy.
"How queer your not knowing.'
She spoke quickly, jerkily. "And yet
perhaps it isn't, Don't you reniemher
that Lord Purley -4i
"Lord who?"
"Lord Purley --.y fiance --and F
were joking in his little petrol.
launch when I overbalanced and fell
overboard. And you swam out tea
rescue tie"
"I can't swim."
"Tried: to, anyway. Which mdde it
all the pluckier. And that he dragger;'
you on board."
"He did?"
"Yes." Her eyes met his unwaver-•
ingly. "And that because you didn't'
recover consciousness properly we•,:
brought you here?"
Jimmy said nothing, But his brain.
now was active. He'glanced towards
the nurse. She had moved out 0
earshot.
"Then—is it all :O,K. again, with
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"Don't talk, like a melodramati
little idiot," snapped the man. H
made a'grali at the giri. The boa
tilted violently; the girl, with a cry
overbalanced and pitched overboard
The man, losing his head, sent th
boat curving wildly towards the far
then bank, leaving an agitated blae
blob,splashing' in .the sunlit water,
Jimmy was standing near a lit
buoy. Desperately he detached
from ;its postand burled it toward
the girl. The effort was a failure
the buoy hit the water far, far be
yond'the reach of the black blob
•
Jimmy perceived his destiny. His life,
his worthless empty life, had been re-
served for this final, gallant sacrifice.
Strangely enough he couldn't swim.
But he remembered reading some-
where that an untrained man could
splash his way through the water
successfully if he doesn't lose his
head and let the stuff get into his
Iungs. He plunged down the bank,
and wading out until the water was
level with his chest, began a series
of, clumsy swimming movements in
the directionof the buoy.
He got within a yard of the thing.
He tried to touch bottom while he
grabbed it, but went 'under. Into his
open mouth poured a choking torrent
of water. -He came up again, but now
touched with panic, a flapping, pleng-
ing exhibitor of all the qualities
which a successful water -treader
should not exhibit. Ile went down
again, absorbed larger quantities -of
water; carne up again, clutched blind-
ly at something or someone; bang-
ed his head; dost all interest in the
world,
When his interest returned, he
realized in a •hazy way that he was
lying full length on a padded seat
covered with a mackintosh, the drips
ping water from which testified to
his, excessive' wetness. A. dark girl
•pretty, wtih bobbed heir, was bend-
ing over hitt.. She too, was exces-
sively wet. He asked the traditional
question.
"You're' in The Worm that Turn-
ed," said the girl.
`,The what?" demanded Jimmy..
"It's the name of a boat. The one
I fell out of. It was awfully brave of
you to try and recsue me. But I
didn't really need rescuing; I can
swim quite well." '
"I can't," said Jimmy, feelingly,
and shut his eyes again.
"I said you couldn't, when I made
Gerald help me haul you on board;"
"Who's Gerald?"
"You," complained the girl with
some bitterness, "strike me as being
one of those people who ask the
wrong questions. Gerald's other name
ought to be Mud, and he's the hound
who invited me to come up the river
with _him."
"Where's Gerald now?"
"Cleared off. I guess his idea was
that two might be pretty fair 'come
pany, but three was definitely worse.
Especially after the things I said
about him,aed hie title.'Yes, he's got
e title; it's about the only thing he
has got that isn't mortgaged. I told