By Mary Schumann Copyright by Macrae Smith Ceo. WNU Bervice a —— CHAPTER X-—Continued sme Cnn Si Blewey, the caretaker, a tall weather-beaten native of the hills, met them at the door. Just behind him was Jim, the colored chef, smiling. The hall was filled with trophies of moose and deer. Gun racks oc- cupied one side. To the left was a living-room thirty feet long and about eighteen wide, with a gray stone fireplace, blackened at the lintel, a fire of beech logs blazing in it. Doc showed it to Hugh with pride. ‘‘Here's where we spend our evenings. Tonight they'll sit up late, perhaps a poker game or talk- ing guns and dogs, but tomorrow night, the first day of the season, one by one they disappear up the stairs. Can't stay awake.’ Hugh and Doc occupied one of the seven bedrooms. The ‘‘bull- pen,” a long room with its eight cots, was left for the late arrivals. They had lunch in the big dining- room with its rectangular table, made of planks with birch log sup- ports, then set out with Si Blewey and two or three members of the club from Tryon City to recon- noitre. They tramped up to Wolf's Hol- low, to the cherry grove, and in the old orchard they found fresh bear tracks. The bears had been feed- ing from the old apple trees, had clawed out the honey from a stump. After dinner Doc showed him how to oil his gun, and discussed the value of 12, 18, and 20 gauge shotguns. Hugh refused to enter a bridge game, but sat behind Rap at the poker table for an hour. Then such a weariness came over him that he went up to his bedroom. As he undressed he vaguely won- dered what Dorrie was doing. She was staying with his mother while he was gone. She didn't want to take a vacation now. The only place she cared to go was Atlantic City, and she would rather go there at Easter. Strangely enough, she seemed removed, outside the periphery of his emotions, for the first time. He felt almost no in- terest in what she might be doing! At six o'clock the next morning there was a banging on his door and Jim’s voice announcing: ‘Breakfast, Dr. Hiller, Mr. Marsh.” He went on down the cor- ridor knocking at each door. Hugh was half dressed when Doc raised himself on his arm, grinned sociably, said, “Hello! How'd you sleep?” “Exactly like the infant you said I would. And I feel horribly hungry. Is that ham we smell fry- ing?" Doc rolled out. ham.” They could hear voices down- stairs and in the yard, the yapping of the dogs as food was brought to them. The darkness outside was rifted with gray and the air from the open window, damply chill. Lat- er when they had breakfasted and set out in twos and threes for the different locations, the sun broke through. Hugh, wearing his new bunting coat and red cap, carrying his new gun, went with Doc. “You're liable to get a bird be- fore I do—beginner's luck. I nev- er knew it to fail. I hope you do. It will make you enthusiastic—a real hunter.” Hugh drew on his pipe. “Thanks, Doc. Birds or no birds, this is good enough for me.” He indicated the woods, quiescent and gleaming in the sun. Something in him balked at shooting anything living and free; but he couldn't tell Doc that. “When Tobey flushes a bird, you fire first. I'll have the second shot if you miss. We're going to the grapevines. They'll be feeding there today.” “How far is it?” “Another mile, I think. Hard to tell on this uneven ground.” Suddenly Tobey stood still, his tail a rigid line. There was move- ment in the underbrush to the left, a sudden whirring as two ruffed grouse rose in flight. After a sec- ond or two, Doc's gun spoke, but he missed them. “You didn’t shoot.” He looked at Hugh reproachfully. “I waited for you—why didn't you?” Hugh gave a deprecatory laugh. “I told you I was a poor one to go hunting with! I didn't know what it was all about, until you fired.” Doc — “Home cured gave him a push Still sleepy? Never mind. We'll prob- ably see others. What's a bird or two compared to . say, you know I don’t give a darn whether we get any.” “Liable not to—you will be handi- capped from the start.” “l was going to say ‘compared tv having you along,’” said Doc, not looking at'Hugh as he moved ahead. Hugh's eyes dwelt on Doc's broad back. Something sturdy and de- pendable about that back. “Got a match?” Doc paused and pulled out his lighter. Hugh kept his eyes down as he held the flame to his pipe. “Get this straight, old man—I'm not much for saying things, as you know-but your taking me on this trip means a lot to me. Think of the finest life-saving job you ever accomplished in that hospital of yours—tumor on the brain, blood transfusion—what are some of the things you do to keep people alive?’ “Amputation.” “Amputation . . ."” Hugh's hazel eyes held a sudden glint. “What- ever you do there,” he said slowly, “you're doing now for me—d’'you understand?” Doc nodded. “Sure, I do.” As he walked on he whistled a few bars of “Pack up your troubles’ half under his breath. That afternoon when they came in footsore and weary, they had two birds, both .of which Doc had shot. After dinner Hugh wandered out- side away from the smoke-filled, noisy living-room. He saw a small animal swimming —perhaps a beaver. The lake was black, shot with a few reflectons of light from the windows of the lodge; the opposite shore was shrouded in darkness. ‘‘Amputation.” The word repeated itself, clung to him. He raised his eyes. The faint radiance of early evening was in the sky. A single star, very bril- liant, very large, hung above the top of a pine. It seemed to be challenging his attention. Bright star . He gazed at it a long time. Its steady shining seemed to bear a ner ear translated. He felt as if an underground cavern, fumbling this way and that—{falling-—hope- less. once more—to peace. came home, the walk. the door. $0 Soon. the Lawrences.” “The Lawrences?” his chamois jacket. they?” Fluvanna “Friends of yours, His mother met him at He took off “Who are looked startled. Dorrie said.” “Hello, Nimrod! kissed him twice with warmth. He was pleased. done that since you came from school.” “You haven't been away before and I'm glad to see you, Hughie. er?" “Three grouse and a couple of quail—but don't ask who shot them." Jerry Purdue sauntered out of the living-room. Mr. Marsh. Have a nice trip?” “Yes, thanks.” Hugh looked at him with surprise. Was Jerry now calling on Kezia? “If you'll ex- cuse me I'll go wash up a bit.” He joined his mother in the l- brary at the end of the hall a few minutes later, a pleasant room with a fireplace, and open bookshelves her lap. “How long has this been going on?" ing-room. “Quite a while.” “Do you approve of it?" "No . , ly." “There's Ellen . . .” “l know.” Pain was alive for a moment in his mother's eyes. “What will be the outcome?” “She will tire of him—or she will marry him. She says she wants to marry him, now.” Hugh lighted his pipe. ‘They'll be damnably unhappy, I predict.” “Jerry smashing up Ellen — and Kezzie wanting him to satisfy her vanity." yet ’ “What?” with him better than Ellen. They have a common meeting ground their selfishness makes them un- derstand each other. Ellen has depth and loyalty; she is suffering now, but not so much as she might have done later.” “But, Mother, Kezia happy.” She turned her eyes on Hugh with a patient, infinitely gentle gaze. “I'm afraid not. And of course I want her to be happy.” There was silence between them for a moment then Fluvanna went on, “Hugh, that has been my goal in life—to have you children hap- py. But I am beginning to see—be- ginning to see’’—her voice faltered ~'‘that no parent can guarantee happiness to her children.” They both sat still and Hugh had a knocking prescience that she knew . . . knew about Dorrie. “No parent can guarantee happiness,” she had said, and had looked at him with compassion. Did she know? If she did, he felt sorrow that she would have his burden to bear—and a tremendous relief. “Mother—"" he said. Then stopped, gazed at her. “Hugh——"" She opened her arms and he bent to her, put his head on her breast with aching yearning, felt her tenderness flood and envelop he won't make (TO BE CONTINUED) Matt left offer, either before or since. started to get off. The door was The inches of play in it. 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