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It was the last paragraph of Hetty yourself with their suffering. Benson's letter that caused Joan Evans heard about men like you, making a to cancel her flying trip to Pinehurst living from killing helpless, dumb, fur- and head north for Ryeson to attend bearing animals! You should be a the late March Ski Classic.
shamed!"
"It's perhaps just as well that you'll not coming, darling," the letter read, "Ted says he's heard so much about you he's fed up and he can't believe you're as fascinating as folks make out anyway."
"Ma'm, you shoulda figured it that fur coat way when you bought that you're wearing.
Joan flushed scarlet. She was furious. It was the first time in all her life she felt so completely frustrat- ed and helpless.
She was
this man's mercy, unless that stupid pilot could fix the plane.
at
Joan dispatched a telegram to Pine hurst to say she wasn't coming and a telegram to Hetty at Ryeson to say she'd changed her plans. She caught the night train out of New York and the next day, at Albany, she chartered a plane to fly her up to. Ryegon.
Joan was wild. "Get me something So Ted Benson didn't think she to eat," she told the giant. "I'm hun- could be fascinating, eh? She'd show gry."
But the pilot couldn't. He came and reported it would take him two days to fix it,
him! For years now Hetty and every- "You gotta be hungry enough to get one else who knew, them had been try it yourself," the giant told her. "I ain't ing to get Ted and Joan together. Ted used to bein' ordered around an' waitin' was not only Eastern Ski champion, on people. Also, you gotta do the dis- but he was handsome and popular and hes, or you don't eat at all." quito successful as a writer of popular songs.
Joan, decided she'd rather go hungry for a year than suffer this humiliation. Joan had won a beauty contest. She She didn't eat, but sat in a corner came from a proud family. She was glaring. When darkness came, how- rich, excelled in all sports and had a ever, concern beset her. "Where are string of conquests, and broken hearts we going to sleep?" she demanded. behind her a mile long. She was used "You two men will have to sleep in 'to getting what she wanted.
the plane." Everyone said these two fectly matched, but no one able to get them together,
were per- "Ma'm," said the giant, "we all three had been are gonna sleep here. I'm going to
and the sleep in the bunk because I need my..
By Richard Hill Wilkinson
principals didn't seem particularly an- sleep most. Joe comes next because xious that anyone should.
he's gotta fix the plane. He sleeps on "I'll settle this once and for all," that pile of skins, You can either Joan told herself grimly. "I'll make sleep in the chair or standing on your this bright Mr. Benson wish he'd never head. made those cracks". And just then Joan ́slopt in the chair. The next the plane's motor began to sput- morning, every bone ached. When she ter. Joan glanced at the pilot. The awoke the cabin was cold. Both men pilot's face expressed anxiety.
were gone. She saw the pilot down Directly beneath was the frozen on the lake. He waved to her and snow-covered surface of a lake. All yelled that the plane was ready. about was deep forest. On the shore
Hetty and a great crowd were at the
of the lake was a cabin and smoke field to meet the plane. A tall young trailed from its stone chimney.
man: came up with Hetty. He looked The plane's motor died. The pilot strangely familiar. Too familiar. If circled and came down easily on the he had a beard she would have had no frozen lake..!
small doubt. When he spoke, even the
"How long will it take?" Joan asked small doubt vanished. irritably.
"Well," he said, "shall we shake "I dunno, maʼm. You better go over hands? I'm Ted Benson. I'm a skier to that cabin and keep warm whilst and do a little trapping on the side. I look the situation over."
Sometimes I trap people who have a
Joan knocked on the door of the tough, reputation, just to find out how cabin, then pushed it open wihout wait- tough they are." His eyes twinkled. ing to be answered. As she did so a "You should have asked me how far it young giant of a man with a three-day was to Ryeson by skis.". scrub of heard emerged from the kit- Joan wished she had a gun. Seconds chen lean-to. The giant was wiping ticked by while she tried to think of his hands on a towel. He stopped and something scathing to say and while gaped.
the crowd waited. But nothing came "I'm Joan Evans," Joan said mat- to mind... So she smiled. ・・ ter-of-factly. "I have to reach Rycson by 1 o'clock, this afternoon."
"You shoulda started quite awhile. | ago then," said the young giant.
"Don't be funny," Joan snapped. "Haven't you a dog sled or something?”
"I bure have, ma'm," "Well, got it out and let's get start- ed. I can't sit around here all day. "S
"Then you can wait outside. Ma'm, It's eight hours to Ryeson by dog team.. I can't afford"
"If it's money you're worrying about." you'll be well paid."
"It ain't money, ma'm. I'm a trap- per.. I can't leave my traps for two- whole days. Why, suppose I caught a fox or something and he had to suf- for all that time?"
Joan's mouth fell open. "Why, of all the illogical, unreasonable ideas! Here you make your living trapping- killing animals and yet, you concern
."O. K.,” she said extending her hand, "You win. But watch out."
“I'll take a chance," Ted grinned. (Copyright, 1939, by The Associated Newspapers.)
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