Wichita Daily Times (Wichita Falls, Tex.), Vol. 20, No. 108, Ed. 1 Sunday, August 29, 1926 Page: 53 of 65
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Jhe Husband Hunter
In Keeping an Eye Out
for Money, Nancy
Trainor 'Almost Lost
Sight of Love %.
1 NE hot afternoon in late August Miss
y Nancy Trainor came down the steps
i of the grandstand at the Polo Grounds
%—quite alone!
' She knew nothing of baseball. She toothed
the noise, the crowds, the hard, uncomforta.
Me seats, the peanut shells, the tee cream
cones, the empty ginger ale bottles rolling
around under foot—all that goes to make up
the paraphernalia of the Great American
Game.
Men. So many ment Vestless, straw-
hatted, perspiring, and happy. There were
all classes to pick from here——huddled to-
gether in a holiday burner and a glorious
democracy of spirit.
As she daintily picked her way down to a
seat at the left of the home plate there was
that gleam of exhilaration in her eye that .
springs into a hunter’s when be first discov-
ers a dear’s track in a forest!
Nancy Trainor had been toft an orphan in
New York, with a face that made women
took a little pad and envious when they
passed her to the street; and the kind of
poverty that wears crepe de chine lingerie
and cleanses it to the weak basin.
Nanoy was not built to cope with poverty.
Her mother had been unable to cope with it
before her. In fact, finding that the modern
workaday world had no place for her un-
hurried gentility and social graces, Mrs.
Trainor had quietly given up and died of a
disease not listed by the medical profes-
sion—sa deep disgust of life!
“I’ve been a sentimental fool!" she said,
faintly, her disillusioned eyes staring up into
Nanor’s young and beautiful face. "Thank
God, you belong to a ruder generation. Per-
haps you can win where I have failed. It
killed me—povertyl U you’re ever tempted
to think you can endure it—remember that!
You don’t know how to work! You weren’t
born for it: It would kill you, tool A rich
man! There isn’t any other wayt. Never
anything but a rich man---"
Whispering them mad things, she turned
eident would be far too ephemeral for her
purpose, so she had eventually decided on
the heads. And if any one is in doubt as to
the wisdom of her choice, just let them break
a string themselves in a crowded theater, or
even at a sreas section of a busy street at
the rush hour and notice the number of
sympathetically inclined gentlemen who
come to the rescue.
The deed once done, Nancy gave a little
frightened cry and sat clutching what re.
mained of her necklace—a picture of beauty
in distress!
The beads had rolled far and wide on the
smooth concrete floor, and it seemed next to
impossible to recover them all, but Nancy
was grateful—but not too grateful—to the
tall young man on her left who had collected
the major portion of the necklace and was
now helping her stuff them into the little
black satin boy that hung on her arm.
As be helped her close the clasp she noted
that his hands were alim, white and swiftly
authoritative—the hands of a gentleman!
She was about to assure herself that she
had been unexpectedly fortunate in her tost
capturs—when he sud-
denly turned squarely to-
ward her and she caught .
her breath! Across the
man’s cheek, searing it
in a jagged line from eye
to mouth, was a long,
ugly scar. A scar that
caused the flash to lap
together uneasily and
lifted the corner of the
mouth a little so that the
owner must perforce
smile a very crooked
amile.
smiled into her eyes. “I got along an right
with my own sex," he added whimsically,
“But women are afraid of pridicule.” me
lifted his head and leehod her squarely in
the area "My scar isn’t my only handicap,”
he said resolutely. "My name to another. 1
makes me terribly ridiculous.”
-** TN7 At A Mah
GBy Leigh Hutty
her face to the wall and slipped away: and
Naney became an unwilling member of a
profession that requires little capital, has a
very large secret membership and yields
Nanor became a husband huntart
■ Her first fond delusion was to think that
she would meet the much pursued “man
with a million" in Wall street; and she
promptly attached herself to the law firm of
Be was delay it now,
and coloring, toe, and
she realised that, with
a quick impulse of com-
passion, he must of neo-
essity always meet peo-
pie with that look of
wistful deprecation.
She was utterly silent.
An encounter that had
begun auspiciously had
taken a most inglorious
twist! For an instant
the lethargy of failure
swept over her—and
then quite suddenly-
with the ability of youth
to meet reaction with
hope—she mw the scar
on his face no longer as
toll for her own beautys
On the street—at ths
opera—in the lobbies of
the hotels, what interest-
ed whispers would follow
them! With the som-
blance of actuality she
could see her own figure
reflected in tony mirrors,
hear the strains of
Conger & Bullib, only to discover that these
illusive beings who clip coupons prefer
brains rather than beauty in secretaries, and
that a man at work is not in the most ruses
tive mood to be either flattered or charmed.
She must seek him when he was at playi
But where, • where did he play?
A In spite of her feminine charm and soft-
ness, Nancy had a distinctly modern mind
and she discovered on looking about her
that the methods used by the members of her
profession were eld faabioned and slipshod
in the extreme: It was all hit or miss. A
with a lot of cheap moonlight and jams
thrown in. There was no system to be seen
she tried the resorts Map-mode supreme
sacrifices in the winter to secure the meager
wherewithal to be lost in a summer hotel in
June. She met a good many opulent matrons
there, who toyed with pearls to the evening
and talked about "reducing" to the after-
noon, but of generic men she found only
those specimens which will inevitably be _________
preserved under glass for future generations . it something of entreaty,
to game upon the jazz dancing instructors of - “
nn inmane epoch.
Undaunted, she tried the movies, thinking
to secure a little publicity for her beauty,
but one of the larger firms took a test of
1 her, only to discover that her face “didn’t
film." Nanoy was like an arbutus bloom, Mt
to be found save by them few who look for
fragrant and perfect things in out of the
war places.
Almost ready to admit at last “ that only
the rich could succeed in meeting the rich,”
she consented one day to go to the Pole
Grounds with Charlie Mercer, who was dotlg
a sporting page for the Evening Rapid.
1 To Charlie’s great and intense surprise she
took a sudden and unbounded interest in the
1 Great American Game and insisted on col-
lecting all the miscellaneous information he
was capable of imparting relative te the
making et a successful baseball fan. There-
after she accompanied him every Saturday
to the baseball grounds and even succeeded
I under his tutelage in learning to keep score.
■ He wM even more surprised and not a
i little chagrined when one day she calmly but
firmly stated that she preferred to go to the
Polo Grounds—unescorted:
and jans
But Nancy was not thinking of Charlie
Meroer today as she came down the steps of
the stand stand stepping daintily after aa
usher who led has to a choice seat in the
.There was a little pause. He alloped his
hand across the tablecloth and touched her
fingers. And to her intense astonishment
she felt herself suddenly Bushing from her
chin to the roots of her beautiful hair. Her
eyes even grew hot..
.Drewa without her will, resintlenaty, she
neted her eyes and looked at him. There
was something strange in the stance that
passed from her eyes to his. It might have
belonged to the present-hot it seamed to
have been detached from some long gone
intimate past. She was powerless to with-
hold it—or stop blushing.
That night when she reached - ...---
L - she put out the lights quickly and, stretching a. She met his
M herself on the bed, lay there for long mo- "haid defiantly.
• ments, her hands clenched at her aided. She after.”. _
remembered the things that he had enume- He was Silent, utterly terribly ahent
rated to her as making a man a success, and Suddenly -he -----------M
save a little bitter laugh. She repeated the
word "ridiculous” several times.
• What’s ridiculous? ” asked a voice from
the doorway.
it
Be nodded. "I’ve been trying to p-propare
you, you see,” he finished shyly. • Women
forget all about what kind of a man X am
made when they hear I Ite Nutt, you
eNUTT”
His eyes avoided hers. "They christened
me Albert, too!" he went on, still avoiding
her eyes. " A. Nutt, they call me, and every,
hody laughs. It’s a pretty big handicap with
women.”
“ Nutt! A—A Nutt—why-_____
an appalled silence and then her voice rose
. suddenly aad stridently. “ Why-it doesn’t
sound—real! Your parents, they—o, why
didn’t they? They might have named you
N There was
that she would leave him yet a MOe longer
i miserable isnoranos. Spare hersole and
Mn. o°"L t th the name
-
cheeks at the insinuation in his votes, but '
it was not until they had crossed Madison
avenue that she spoke at last. Then she
Ifed her face to his and said a great many
thinge—usir thinge—bald and revealing)
.Hi Art consciousness was of intense om-
erssment—shame for her “I ace,” said
Mr. Albert Nutt, dawning comprehension in
Meino 227=) "W *e-***= 7=
Nancy lifted her head. The girl in the
next room who worked in a jewelry eatab.
rhythmic musie—e feel
* With this semblance of actuality she could see her own figure reflected in long misroro, hear the
i nu-e seer strains of rhythmic music—feel costly draperies rubbing up the door at her foot. P *
when she found herself
seated opposite her new acquaintance at a
restaurant where red geraniums made a
complimentary background for black hair,
she realized that notwithstanding the foot
that they had established in the short time
that had elapsed since their meeting a rather
intimate conversational comradeship, her
every inquisite question had been deftly, yet
yet without apparent Intention, put aside.
comething—eiset It’s amtul it’s wicked." nohment moped her way toward the baa
.Her eyes and voice were tragio. and sat down. - What is ridiculous? = she
He smiled a little sadly. “I was afraid repeated.
zou wouldn’t leush." he said in a hurt voice. "Le” stated Naner pintitudinously.
omen hardly ever dot then she added. -O. moule, why are the
poor ones always so nice?"
“Poor what?” asked the girl in the next
When at length the wultar had obediently
turned away with the order for the dessert,
she leaned her elbows on the table and,
making a tittle cup for her chin with her
palms, mid pointedly: " Do you realize that
we have been over three hours together and
I don't even know your name? •
Her companion started and the faint dun
flush that had touched his face when they
first met swept over it again. He regarded
her with a peculiar irresolution that had in
"Have yea a sense of humor?" he asked,
AME, tone was touched with rather forced
."A sense of humor!" Nancy drew her.
brows together to surprise.
"Women are sometimes quite e-serioun
about—humorous things," he said wistfully.
Nanor smiled. To see her smile was some,
thing of an experience. It was then that her
lovely violet eyes with their fringe of black
lashes looked most Madonna-like and begull-
Ing. You would have sworn that the little
mouth so tenderly parted was designed solely
to sing lullabies and whisper soft nothings la
a lover’s ear.
The man opposite was nod unconscious of
these allurements. In fact, he was acutely
consolous of them—but he was secretly
afraid of extraordinarily beautiful women.
Somehow he had an uncomfortable idea that
A nature had been so lavish in one direction
she must have been correspondingly nig-
gardly to another.
-I wonder if you’ll forgive me for saying
something well—rather personal before I
e expose my n-name!" he asked, leaning to.
ward her and watching her face with an ante
lety that seemed out of proportion to the fan
vor he was asking. When he was excited he
had a peculiar hesitancy is hie speech that
amounted almost to a stammer. He smiled
at her "I don’t want to eembarrass you,”
he said to his musical, hesitating voice, "and
personalities nearly always are embarrass.
Ing—but I—well, you won’t mind before I
tell you my name, if I speak et t-this, will
you?". He touched the scar on.his cheek
lightly with his hand. : \:
Then as she made an instinctive move,
ment toward Mm with a compassionate -O,
you were in the war!" be gave a little bitter
laugh. " No, it wasn’t as d-dramatic as all
that.” He made a movement as if he wanted
to thrust away her look of commiseration.
“Please—not that!" he stammered. “I’ve
been trying to get away from a-sympathy
Nancy was indignant. “ It’s set a laugh-
ing matter," she said resentfully,
. He smiled the shy, twisted srille that
somehow gave his face a peculiarly lovable
look. “O. well—men do," he answered, his
hurt eyes on the defensive. “ And it—it
makes a great hit with c-customers—puts
over a lot of sales, you know. ‘A, Nutt ts
see you, sir!" Hal Hal Ha!"
Laughs! Sales! Customers!
Nancy’s eyes dilated as she leaned toward
him. Her beauty was so astonishing that
the man caught his breath. “ Business?"
she repeated in a queer, strained voice.
"What to your business, if I may askt”
There was an indefinite little pause and
then, while the man regarded her in a
strange, intent way. “My business,” he
hesitated. Then he added, easily, -Q, X
travel—for Merchant & Merchant, Whole-
sale necktles—a traveling salesman, you
see."
• : Nancy sat perfectly awful still--etaring
at him. Her tower Up dropped. A traveling
salesman, and she had been treating him
like a millionaire! She didn’t know whether
to laugh or cry—to be more angry at Mm
1 or at herself.
When at length she epoke her voice was
accusative, bitter. - I should have thought,”
she remarked with a little acid glance at
his face, " that you would have hesitated te
take up—salesmanship. Weren’t you-
afraid,” cruelly, - that you couldn’t make—a
■ success of it?"
The man smiled. His eyes wandered to the
window where tor below the city toy a
thousand jeweled lights gleaming oa her
bosom. "It you e count success by the num-
ber of sales you make, I guess I’m not such
a very successful salesman,” he said.
"But—” he threw back his shoulders with
a gesture of emancipation—'' money hasn't
anything to do with success,” he affirmed
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spoke in a strarise detached
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. She put out a contrite
hand. "Don’t look that
way---"she faltered, a
little catch to her voice,
"I’m telling you the
truth, becaure—beoaude
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cerned! You’ll never
make any money—you
don’t want to! And 1
well, if things had beer
life hadn’t be
ure the kind ofYou understand-
that I—thet Piet Nutt sent the package
The musto went * . The sent bowed. His thor
out of her voice. It prosion! - -
broke. -
He caught hold of her
arm. "Let’s go to the
park," he said thickly.
"For God’s sake—don’t
tell me here: ”
So they went to the
park and found a shel-
e tered place out of sight
of the loiterers, and the man flung Mmoalf
down beside her on the grass and caught her
handspressing them until she winced. The
scar on his face looked suddenly red and un-
healed, like a cauterized wound.
„"I you meant “* an alone," he maid,
. Ma voice shaking, “why didn’t you estop
me to time? You knew how it was with
me. You knew what I was looking for a
woman that would put the man in me above
•everything else. You can’t make me be-
lieve even yet you’ll sell yourself just for-
for trinkets! Do you think in chiffons and
laces you won’t be h-hungry for the touch
of love? See, you’re afraid even now—afraia
of what you’re doing! You can’t make me
think there’s enough of a thief in you to
steal your keep from some e stranger! For,
that’s what you’re doing: Ton haven’t any.
thing to givel—for you’re m-mine and you
know it! You’ve got the chance to decide
between the big and the little things—this
minute you’ve got it. No—don’t t-turn ....
away! Don’t be afraid. What does it matter nos gone
what I can dress you in when I can m-make
that H-look come into your eyes?" :
reserved section.
She was quite alone and she had dressed
herself with great care in a midnight blue
gown and a little green hat that hugged her
small head very closely as if in adoration.
Taking careful bet outwardly careless
stock of her neighbors, she saw that the
.man on her left was baldheaded and drop,
sical, bet she determined not to allow that
to discourage her. She had tong ago discov-
ered that wealth and obesity frequently go
P hand to hand, and bealdes—the young man
on her right in the gray suit was distinctly
1. promising! -
unnuHle was watching the practice on the field------------..— --------,
with a qulet obliviousness of her presence - an my life. That's the trouble with me. I
. that secretly irritated her, so she turned her
I shoulder toward him and when the game
started began to keep score with the careless
proficiency of a veteran. Her applause came
at just the right moments and was enthusi-
antis and charming, so charming that several
aeeuere heads turned instinctively in her
l when at mat the intermission was coned this ader in a wholly melorioun ., n on
and the audience sat idly welting for the me out of a swing when I was a kid - ne
second same to be called, Nancy felt that - - **
the perobolosical moment had arrived to put
her system into practice. . . . Leaning .
forward, she quietly but deliberately broke
her string of beads. *
She had at first considered dropping a
bangle, but on second thought had realized
that the disturbance created by such an to-
rte,277 the ream with all the
Nancy’s eyes grew watchful. “Handlcapar
she repeated warily.
Ths man’s gray eyes narrowed. He spoke
slowly, as if he were choosing his words. -I
went through the world war without a
scratch.” he said a little bitterly. -I got
smiled la resentment at the recollection,
" When I was at school I used to fight over
ft.when they tried to pity me. I mean, be-
cause of my—myhe hesitated at the
word "disfigurement." “You seo—I’ve had
aa idea that a man to a let bigger than—-
well, how ehan I say it—exterior advan-
tagen—or disadvantages." He paused and
"Hasn’t it?" she asked with bitterness.
" What has, then?"
His eyes rested oa her face with that
strange, penetrating, truth seeking look she
had noted when she first met him. He leaned
toward her. " Do you know. I’ve always
thought some day some woman like you
would tea me that---" he hazarded, with
a shy glance at her face.
“Porno—woman!" Naney was wondering
bow fe terminate the interview.
He nodded. " Some woman who wouldn’t
measure a man by the number of objects
he'd accumulated. Houses and furniture,
and-and whatnots. The cheap little mate-
rial things that d don’t count-----
Niney had hard work to keep the disdain
she felt from showing in her face. “And if
what you call "the foolish little material
things’ don’t count,” she asked supereili-
ously, " would you mind telling me just what *
things do count?.”
He smiled. " It’s rather embarrassing to
talk about them nowadays,” he bald’whim-
sically. "They’ve gone out of 1-fashion, but
they used to be lying about everywhere—L=
Nancy lifted her head, e well, why de
you stop?" she asked.
He gave a little shamefaced laugh. “ Jovet
when I look at a woman like you,” be maid,
and there was a strange thrill in his volee,
"I know the old world hasn't changed, after
all. We’ve got the mmo old sun—and
moon—and stars to do business with—the
same old good air te breathe with and—and
— the same old—" Me voice dropped, " love
to love with."
room practically. •
The husband hunter did not answer. She
pressed her face into the pillow. "With his
near—and his stammer and his awful name,"
she whispered indignantly. " It’s absolutely
ridiculous.”
But Mr. Albert Nutt refused to admit his
suit ridiculous. She found him rather a hard
man to dropt
She had managed to hit, however, on a
rather clever little ruse to keep him away
from the ball grounds. Nearly every week-
end she made an engagement to go to the
matinee with him and Saturday morning at
ten she called him up from the office to my
that she had been detained by some work,
bet that it he could wait around she might
possibly join him later.
At three she called Mm from the Pole
Grounds te say that she had found it impos-
sible to finish, but that he might call for her
at her boarding house at eight o’clock and
take her out somewhere for the evening.
Mr. Albert Nutt had been called out of
town for the week-end; and, finishing his
business sooner than he had anticipated, re-
turned to town at half past one Saturday
afternoon and hastened to the telephone to _ . .
call Nancy up at the office, only to discover Lining over, she put her hands on his
that she had already left for the afternoon. shoulders. “I’m—I’m not, not—big—enough,”
The communicative girl at the other end of she walled. I’m just—not! That’s all! Per:
the wire informed him that "Mim Trainor hape If you’d lived the life D have you
was never at the office Saturdays—she al- wouldat be either!" She began to sob and
ways made a practice of going out to the severre her face with her hands to hide it
Ball Grounds. It you don’t find her there I from the shame in his eyes. Her own widened
don’t know where on earth you will find with fear. “I couldn’t bear it,” she gasped,
her,” she informed him, hanging up the I An my life! The stubbing middle class
receiver. - " Doverd! A Utte room somewhere in Har
It was quite .late when he reached the lom,, with with you, coming home tired et
Polo Grounds and the only meat he could aisht And Yes—yes, irritable, perhaps—and
secure was in the reserved section. It was the scrimping and scratching to make both
in the reserved section, he remembered, that ends meet! The dirty, stupla ugliness of ft
he had first met her, she had worn a thin, all-I couldn’t bear it—I tell you I couldn’t,
dark blue dress then, covered with ante I heven’t the strength. I’m not made that
printed scrolls or cowslips, or something—he * “
didn’t know which. He remembered only that
her white arms and neck had shone through
the thla material like marble through a fog.
How gentle, and refined, unworldly, she had
looked. The least that he could do was to
suspend judsment—refrain from judging too
harshly. There were so many explanations
* 24 make to many the bad aMent
He caught her, dragged her to him with
the roughness of passion and laid his hot
face against her throat. "Don’t go back on
me." he stammered. "I’ll believe in you
until the very last minute. Don’t speak too
qyickiz: dear—my dear, Walt—wait just a
minute! I’ve staked everything on this
m-moment. I’ve always believed it was big-
ger than anything in the world—-4-1-lovet
That nothing exterior would matter. It
doesn’t-does it? To yew—down in your
heart of hearts. Tell me it doesn’t! o, my
dear, tell me it doesn’t!"
"I—Ienti" The sir tore herself away
from him, panting and disheveled. Her hat
had fallen from her head and her white
desh was rouged where he had pressed his
face. With that pressure of love yet on her
she turned and faced him—white as at the
last day of her life.
▲ girl three seats below him had broken a
string of beads! A familiarity in the little
tinkling sound started him.
There was a great craning for ward of
necks—bending of backs—exelamations of
sympathy. He arose mechanically to his
feet and moved for ward—as if drawn by
a magnet. BUY
A prosperous, blower looking young man ’
was handing the major part of a broken
necklace to a small, slim girl in a dark
dress, who was holding a little silk bag open
to receive it. .
Mr. Albert Nutt, chief salesman for Mer-
chant a Merchant, gentlemen’s neckties,
suddenly turned pale. His heart gave a great
' leap—stood still, and then began to pound
again like an abruptly cranked machine.
" Do you drop them every Saturday?” her
aaked bitterly that night when, unable te
keep away, he called for her and they turned
from the facetious crowd on the boarding
house steps toward the avenue. U Do you
drop them the same way—every Saturday! ”
He almost wished when he had asked the
question that she would refuse to answer.
S. ..." res, de. Podc EL 5
, he."tarted to turn away. A
PPE moment I want you to go
to that rooming house where IMW
been staying and take away those CE
Due nnoee fen.-rrner mFiem
You understand: = 0,
"%%, air. Perfectly, afr.” ’
The servant bowed and withdrew.
. Sunday morning found Nancy sun awake
An night the bad iain-startne as the 04
.When the day brake the ana drawM
herself and went out. At five o’coort.
wirl next door who worked in a Jewetov
store put her head in to *
Meaner Fee standing in the oenterer ent
Her hat was on. Her eyes has
and swollon—her face white a paper.
What is the matter? • stammered the
airl next door, catching her brenue 04 the .
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roomed he went away last nient—ieavins /
ne eddresst She broke down. Her boa,
was convulsed. “You don’t know whet tea
• like * - •“ she sobbed. • fig volog
—his hands—I can’t think of anything etai?
‘ Don’t you understand: Iont hmm me, be "
cause he wasn’t—wasn’t . . . rich *
And now I know it donee’. . . mats
O. Erste! Please—please help me.
1
—
There was a knock st the door,
“Hush!——--
The sirlnext ■ door went forwira and
.,= -
"Miss Nanoy Trainor," he sola, looking
from one face to the other, mother pointed.
. The man crossed the room and held the
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Her taes named. - io needn’t insult
byysendins mo . . . beads .
stammered. "He thinks that’s all I i.d 4
*-* * * Where is hot mo wne #
The servant looked away. -I to.
structed by Mr. Nutt not to give his ad-
dress,” he said. *
Nancy started. “ But you-musti - she
caught his hands, interrogadingbs tom!
You’re a friend of his—aren’t your -
we instructed not to give Mr. Nutt’s ,
M ton.c.""p rated the man in an emouer:
The sirl next door, who worked in a Jew-
elry shop, turned savagely. • What kind !
a guy are you, anyway?” she demandas
nPero want her to throw heregt into the
The man was silent. Nancy rose suademi,
to her feet. She went toward Him
" estrange bleak dignity on her face.
Her beauty was no longer the most ‘salient
thing about her. *.-
will you tell him something for mer •
she said in a little shamed whisper. • win
you tell him just this—that I . . love
. . him?—I guess you’re emporremssa
wayt. There isn’t that much love in mol” ... him?—I guess you re eolse
. Suddenly she caught his temples in her ’ at my saying it—but I can’t help that:
hande and pressed her lips to the gear on
his cheek. " It isn’t because of this,” the
whispered. "I-I like you better than any
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2.2721 pun. n name inna Sue Cac’oke hand "IIsth *
""NAaaneN hurt a lot to be poor—but not S E
The man didn’t answer. Neither and he live without him! I used to nese peseLsS
move when he saw her pick up her hat from that-and I didn’t believe to But ME
the grass and slowly turn away. trust I can’t live without atmt win you
Mechanically he moved down mine ave. tell him?
nue, turned into "Madmen, walking ACetThe man put up his hand and brushed
without his own volition. Habit led him to. seethes from his cheek. " You wait here,
a large bachelors’ apartment hound.no m"." * “14 -----E
stopped and entered the elevator when
lifted him to a certain floor. He got out and
let himssit into a door with a Iatonkey, no
turned on the electric Beats, sun moving 3
mechanically, and walked over to the win-
dow. He stared out Hetleenly at the light,
flecked gloom for a few moments and then
sank heavily into an armchair.
I can’t find him to tell him my-df T
find him! Please toll hmmthet Moe E
it doesn’t. . . matter
"2ZL "i"L • rTmie
• him Eimply, I’ve. F
n w
mis" he said abruptly. 2
The door closed.
The sirl next door, who worked in a jow.
slry shop, lifted the plush case from the :
floor and started to throw it on the bed 1 2
As she did so, the string beiLL
detached and dropped out on the aumtert
pane. She looked at it indifferent, tore
moment—then her eres narrowed me
started. "
Xa the adjoining room he could hear the
- stealthy opening and shutting of drawers,
the careful laying out of clothing, an
efficient, soundless movements that be.
tokened long service. How well he know
them! They suggested countless days that
were behind and countless days that were
some, in which he would listen to them
with the same terrible indifference, i
. With almost fierce avarios she caught
the necklace and began to examine
pearls one by one—-holding them vert d
to her ferret-like eye... . *
There was a long, almost stupid silence.
Then—very slowly The lifted her eyes, and
stared inte Nancy’s unconscious
look of awe had whitened her own.
nt ‘**- ' wondertull"
The deer between the two rooms opened „. orumien,10noi w inn.
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