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Victoria 15; Yoakum 4.
Hallettsville 10, Gonzales 4.
Next Sunday’s Games
Cuero at Yoakum.
Edna at Hallettsville
Gonzales at Victoria.
JUNIOR LEAGIE STANDINGS
Monday’s Results
Kot ray 7; Scouts 3.
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rican are incurable joiners. The newest in World
eterans organizations is to be a club for men who
oners of war. The inital gathering was held recently
waukee hotel with barbed wire stretched across the
room and potential members shaking hands through
glement as a symbol of their one-time incarceration,
easy to understand the feelings that prompt these
l to get together, for no outsider can ever know comp-
at they endured. Certainly these are happier days for
"Nothing. ... I just stopped
"' Charie was breathing fast.
Senate Judicary committee read Jackson’s outburst
tapped the whole business, deciding it had “neither
rity nor the jurisdiction” to pass on the controversy.
5 is wise for once. Mixing in family quarrels never got
ythingbut the disfavor of both parties involved.
Next Monday's Games
2:30— Rotary vs. Legion.
4.30—Lions vs. Seouts.
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Charie’s hand. sat back, her eyes
bright, a little misted, “With Flo
married and when you marry Ollie,
shocked! It IS like that, the peace
of mind Til have. You see, I know,
how much more security there is tn;
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CHAPTER THREE
TRENT WAS on-the steps of 33,
watching for her. He ran down to
the curb as. the taxi stopped. “I’ll
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in a golf tournament on the west
coast. To tell him what she hadn’t
been able to say to her mother.
But when she reached her room she
sat down in a chair, held to its
arms, shaking, a little sick.
“A marriage that has only love
to go on ...” But that wasn’t so,
when it was love like she felt for
Trent!
She had told Trent she could not
see him tonight She’d said it be-
cause she wanted to be alone this
evening to think about it, somehow
fit it all together.
And she couldn’t, she knew sud-
denly. Not her mother’s pattern.
Ollie had fitted, but not Trent . . .
She did not need to meet him more
than four times to know that
There was a telephone on her
desk. Moved by a desperate, driv-’
ing impulse she dialed it. Trent had
given her the number, this after-
noon. He’d said: “If you change
your mind about all this, Charie,
ring me up. But not at the office!
She’d given him her number, too.
“If you want to back out!" They
were teasing each other, they’d
laughed, saying it
A woman’s voice, sharp and
nasal, answered.
“Is Mr. Trent in ?"
Then, -at last, Trent’s. "Trent
Renner speaking.”
“This is Charie. I ... I haven’t
changed my mind, Trent! But—-are
you busy? Could I see you for a
little while, somewhere?"
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“I know. But Trent, I had to see
you!"
She felt his eyes flash to her, in
a sidewise, questioning glance.
As they went into the house a
woman whisked out of sight at the
-end at the long, half-lit hallway.
Trent led her into a room on the
right, closed the heavy folding
doors behind them.
Charie had a confused impres-
sion of crowded, overstuffed chairs,
crocheted tidies, pink lampshades
in every corner, but Trent wheeled
about from the door and then she
was in his arms, his lips hard on
hers.
She drew away, after a moment,
though her hands still clung. “I
guess . . . that’s what I wanted!
To know ..." ’.
He held her, looking down into
her face. “Charie, you're fright-
ened—what is it?”
“Not now!” She drew in a long
breath. “Trent!” She spoke in al-
most a whisper. “Couldn’t we . . .
be married right away? I mean
. . . just married ? Then . . . then
when you get that raise—we could
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Trent pushed her down on a red
plush sofa, sat down beside her.
“What’s happened, Charie?”
She did not know this cool tone
in his voice. She said quickly,
“Nothing’s happened, Trent!” And
then she stopped. She could not
tell him of what her mother had
said at dinner. He would think her
mother the kind of person who
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Charie came in.
"Hello, ' young ’un!" Flo stirred
only nough to lift a hand. “What’s
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V, where he is presiding over war criminals’ trials,
Jackson sent an unprecedented communication to
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"But telling everything to a
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And now she’s come. She phoned
me this morning and I met her at
the Colonial club.”
Her tone implied more to it than
a pleasant luncheon. Charie said
peace.’. Darling, don’t look so
might have mycbwnedpithem Fadet us use her parlor. Take a taxi
let it. But I wouldn’t! Or yours or,
Flo’s. And now ..." She released
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NETTIE APPEARED with their
dinner. She had a broad Irish face
that beamed, now, on Mary Patten.
“The steak’s the way you like it,
Mrs. Patten!”
“Thanks, Nettle. You’re a jewel!
Come, Charie!”
For Charie was standing at the
window, her fingers gripping the
sills, frightened, because suddenly
she felt as if she were hanging be-
tween two worlds—the one in
which she’d been with Trent, this
afternoop, strange, with nothing
she knew to mark its ways, and
this of home and everything fa-
miliar.
Usually, at their dinner, Charie
did most of the talking, giving her
mother a vivid account of her day,
rarely withholding anything. But
tonight it was Mary Patten who
made the conversation, out of little
things that had come up in the
office.
“I had lunch with Neil Winslow,”
she said, after a moment
“Neil Winslow ? The one who
wrote 'Joyful Fields’? I didn’t
know you knew her."
“I met her at that Zonta dinner,
last winter. Vogue had just had
that story about me and she had
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. He did not answer her at once,
but then he spoke and her heart
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the seds to read it and was nice enough to
seem interested in meeting me. She
said, then, she was coming back.
for fall planting, UNRRA will have sent
my job". done. I can say,‛tora,om, withahightmetropsitan
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“Can’t she make up her own?”
demanded Charie,. a little distaste
gathering on her face. ,
: "I suppose it’s a different kind of
research. And I think it was very
nored Charie’s shocked murmur.
“It doesn't seem as if a woman
who'd worked to tops in a big
manufacturing concern wuld see
it as anyone’s Affair but yours and
mine . . . but, tell me, is she mak-
ing a row?”
“No, no . . . how silly, Trent:"
She must get her mother out of his
mind, out of her own. She pressed
her face against him. "No, it’s be-
cause . .. Llove §ou so! And . . .
something might take you away
from me!” She whispered against
his shoulder. “Oh, Trent . . . it’s
i . . we’d belong, then, to each
other! It’s that We’d know ..."
She could feel the hard beating
of his heart against her lips. He
said, briefly: "What do you suggest,
Charie?”
“Why, we’ll get someone to
marry us. ... I don’t care whom."
“There’s the matter of a license,
you know. We could drive over the
border . . *
“Of course!” Charie lifted her
head. “When?”
“Day after tomorrow. . . . I
could get off around noon.” He
stood ep, looking down into her
face, his own guarded. “And then
what, Charie?”
Her eyes fell from his look.
"Then . . . I’ll go home and'you'll
come back here until . . . until
we’re ready to tell everyone. It’ll
just be like it would be, if ... if
we’d waited!”
Trent turned, walked the length
Of the room, plainly suppressing
more that was in his mind. And
Charie waited, the moment as
fraught with fear that he would do
it, as that he wouldn’t
He wheeled around and came
back to her; his face set in what
Brisco, the waiter, had called a
fighting look.
"We’ll get married day afer to-
morrow, Charie. I’ll figure, out
where we’ll go. But we’ll not come
back at once, not for one night, at
leasts And you’ll have to figure that
out, sweetheart.”
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"Doug? No.” Flo laughed. “Alida
had a new man. Cle Giddings
Writes plays . . . not very good
ones; I imagine.” a
Flo’s eyes always betrayed what
she was thinking. Charie knew
from them that it wasn’t Alida
Hayworth who had the man.
She felt a little troubled, sh
liked Doug; he was older than Flo .
and settled and quiet, but he was
nice. And she hated Flo when she
was like this . . . like a slick cat.
tasting her catch.
And she did not want to hate her
at this particular moment. For it
was a need of Flo that had brought
her here. She was finding the fact
of her marriage to Trent too tre-
mendous a thing to keep entirely
to herself. It was constantly on her
lips, in her heart, to shout it out
"I am Trent Renner’s wife!” li
must escape her, unless she told
someone. And Flo was the only one
she could tell. At least, for a while
She was, of course, suffering con-
siderable remorse for the deceit she
had had to practice on her mother
that day she’d gone with Trent. It
had almost choked her to say, "I
won’t be home for dinner tonight
And I'm going to stay all night
with Blink.”
Her mother had said. "That wil
be nice, darling! Have a gooc
time!" >
Then phoning Riink Matthews ;
her best friend, to warn her. “Don't J
ask me the whys and wherefores >
now, Blinkie. I promise to tell yot ;
. . . oh, maybe in three or fou 1
weeks."
She had felt queer, meeting
Trent, driving away with him
Trent, had been very quiet—as if he
were not certain he liked wiat n-
was doing.
Nothing of the brief ceremon:
had seemed real—only the feelin'
of Trent’s hand on hers, tightenin
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SYN JPSIS
Wtaowed Mary Patten's rise from
secretary to executive in the James
Muir Company had enabled her to pro-
vide her two daughters, Flo and Charie,
with the materil things she had lacked
in her youth. Flo was married to Doug
Cooley, successful lawyer, and Charie s
engagement to wealthy Ollie Kingdon
was imminent. But unknown to her
mother, Charie had recently met and
fallen in love with Trent Renner, small
salaried reporter for the Stanton Star.
mother’s voice that did not go with
her laugh. “You see. I’ve always
resented it, that my childhood
wasn’t one I could treasure in my
memory. And when I see it in its
relation to the whole pattern . . .
I may lay that ghost!”
Now Charie looked as startled as
though the ghost of which her
mother spoke had materialized sud-
denly before them. She had heard
her mother sometimes speak with
considerable scorn of the middle-
west college town in which she had
grown up; she knew her mother did
not hold in much respect the posi-
tion her father had had on the fac-
ulty of the college; that there never
had been money for more than a
bare living, but no one of these
facts seemed important enough to
leave resentment all these years.
Mary Patten put out her hand
and covered Charie's. '“I’m sorry.
I've never talked to you like this
before, have J ? I suppose it’s meet-
ing Neil Winslow, and what she
suggested. I have never talked of
my childhood to you and Flo simply
because I didn’t want the smallest
shadow of it to touch your lives."
“You’ve been wonderful to us!”
put in Charie, hastily, uncomfort-
ably, thinking of what she had to
tell her mother.
“And most of all," cohtinued her
mother, the bitterness back in her
voice, “I’ve wanted to keep you
from knowing the utter sordidness
of being eternally poor! Fsaw, even
when I was very young, what it did
to my mother; my father, too. It
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Charie got to her feet; her face era, or hung between ~ alexxy cur.
was pale. “It. 4 . it squnda «o cal- tains at windowpanes.
culating:" She looked away from} It was a long way from Argyle
the beginning of a smile on her Avenue Where Charie and her moth-
mother’s lips. “Will you excuse [er lived, longer than miles.
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| and steered her up the steps. “You
told me . . ."
Flo Cooley lay curled on the
chaise longue in her bedroom, fin-
ishing a cup of morning coffee,
when she heard Charie's step on
the stairs.
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