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'THE deepest snow that Rice Institute has seen is not desirable for the city of Houston affords
1 in ton years (ell lart Monday. It niturally the student at Bice some of the beat entertain-
oauaed creat o*i>!temeht amonii the student body. menl in eountfy. o«the eampua. Many more
In fact it turned into a winter carnival where the le> tlm ,h8 H(w Sym,)hony, Scmja
utat and the proiessor halted the usija rou- ^ ^ nd road ^ co^
tmc to Wot out OKI experience the unusual. For ^ me|ltioned. Theae thl thal divert tho >tu.
example Mr. McCam. adjourned h, government ^ from t„B „ are doBirablo ^ ,hould
cty* „t the midway mark ra anawer to a chal- b„ „ d Th m not ^
len«. some smW hull warrior shouted Into he b , {mctim ^ , h
room. I m also reported that Dr. Chandler d,s- h nor ^ ,
missed Ins class so that he and h.a cteaa might l0„ „ off the aln But th(Jge not ^
o,w o lilt ol suowballtag. The Autry Hollse 0„, thi Thcae ^ ,he8e
w cram mod to eapacity with activity until Mrs. reactl„na at „ k t0 the ore
Blake found it necessary to close shop at 1 p. in.
The sallyport was converted into a no man's land,
but people passing through didn't seem to care.
Ah, a matter of fact they stopped to take sides
with the warring elements.
The snow is gone but it has kit its effect.
To anyone that stopped to think about the brief
v. inter carnival, one thing stood out above all
others; it was spirit and 'enthusiasm shown by
the Kiev student body. There Is a Rice spirit that
"comes- to the surface when the student body as-
a whole has some common interest on the catn-
pu.-i, The difference the snow made in the atti-
tude of 1 th^'-s^i'deiits was remarkable. Whereas
in the ertrlier pail,of the year people would pass
arross: . t-.il'v ' campus -,jig;!;|HWooden and J as
'•■ft Till ;ii 1 en-pins, without extc'iuling them-
-svIa-i's'' |j||STilllli||i'II? tilthe . carnival -: spirit
hI 'Mi>tiilay viiaiiK'-'l tl.ie.senulls- into a hardy "hel-
[|<uise nut <>:' its .-lee]i and became as
• :■ i" ! t i <n- fhe sophomore dance. The rerserve
' ;« : , i of the students sutiered a
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U'iut-i i in- i;-' 11 i lien lit. iif anything can be
■II -i.ii ■: nt- lrnm a miuw fall, is that the
neii'i;::;;,- eiij-n ed t Ijemseh-es completely
not the normal situation. It takes a snow fall to
show that they might even exist. These back to
the campus moves do not follow the normal train
of development. They must be thought about, ar-
ranged, and pushed. Otherwise they remain in
the background.
That it is desirable to foster these campus
functions must be admitted if we expect to carry
away from these halls a living and happy mem-
ory of the Institute. It is the slime parade, slime
caps, bonfires, friends, and the many traditions
that the graduate takes away in his diploma.
These are a vital issue in a college man's life and
he should expect these things from his universi-
ty. But he is deprived of these things if no effort
is specifically made in that direction. N,
! There was a time when all the big banquets
and dances' wh'^re given in the Mess Hall. That
is the normal spot for campus affairs under the
existing circumstances. Last year the dance com-
mittee began the practice of having dances down
at the Field House. This is not the best place, but
it is infinitely better than renting a commercial
hall in which to hold a Rice dance. How can a Rice
student become part of the school when his only
contact with it is in the classroom. This holds
■ ■ particularly true to the large majority of the stu-
"■ ■ , - ■■ ! i 1 "'' "ti "I tie campus to who live in town. Dances on the campus are
' 1 ■ : S" ;\t; (t desirable and tlu-j should he pushed and fostered
tiliii.it ill: gt$^tih',0't Houston, the , . , , ^t,lfl,,nts: - -
pa-v kijj' lit' ..Vliiiii >: i'.i.it,, .;,i|iJ liie laivvilt o.fi.he'a.iitol , V.-;': ''
. .. . unt h<r been -;u 111 ,ei d for outside in- 1 !uf ^Jwhen the dormitory
!• iv ,1;, Tiie results haN e be-n that traditions and ^thefe. ;arou. (U,ast Hall every evemug to
^(ll,llN'tifo,t iiavti iiceii ('Htaiilislu d at the ■ hultl a ^ meeting, l-oday they jump into
• ho.,I made .hiring the days wjten the sin- ^ yar and run clown to, the show, fins is bad. to
:-,y v: - , , •. , Mu.- extent that al. eamj'iis hie must be sacriticed.
,!eiit v.-:c-a. i,::iJn'i-rtr:di.tro,ni the campus,to -fhe..-1t,a-;.;! . . .. , . , - .
. :.J M .. \\ h, n Alain Street was four long and 1 ,'Today-wc...might regain some ol this old
i il'^aiyipus.flifi!!' df:th.e^studCnt would: depart
l"r«:im' his; dtill attitudii prresignation and take
i-p^ugh': illtfl«t in :in. campus affairs to think
about these maitehti!The West Hall boys seem to
'.v'h-ai V N'.,t HI blasted thing it one ivcognize this short coming, and they did some
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apartment leading; the funny papers.
Shu saw him drinking and laughing:
with his loom mates. Then she saw
him with another girl. She couldn't
tell who it was because she had
never .seen or even heard of him with
another girl since they had fallen in
loye. She couldn't help these momen-
tary visions, and she hated theia. She
wanted to know what he was doing,
and she knew so well that she never
would. Blake was like that. Since he
never asked her what she had done
the night before, she could never ask
him. Allison wanted that kind of
trust. She wanted him to trust hep
and she wanted to trust him but
that wasn't Allison. Flames leapt in-
side her; flumes of fear, jealousy,
and suspicion. No one knew about
these flames because Allison kept
the in hidden, anil vowed to herself
that she would never let them burn
anyone else. He hadn't called for two
nights, and in that time, she had gene
through every conceivable passion.
She had hated him violently, she had
hud been consumed with self-pity,
she had been furious with jealousy,
and she hud even been frivolous and
silly trying to convince herself that
it made no difference what he did.
She had said darling to one of the
young men who called her up and
it made heir feci quite good for five
minutes, 1||| 1 1
! "Good bye, Clara, dear,'* Allison
heard her Mother say and hang up the
receiver.■ ■' ■'
"At last." siu'hed Allison. :' j . ',
I."Woi-i'v you :feel well, Allison?"
asked her . Mother as j she sat down
beside the fire. "You've looked a lit-
tle Ijlfirtk;-ltttely. .Are you catching
coy?" Hi' l
"I'm (jiiite all right, Mother," Alli-
son answered, highly annoyed.
- '"By tht- way, dear, What has Blake
been doing lately ? I haven't seen him
F ALLISON had not huard the
stinging buase of the small elec-
triei eloek on j the table she would
have thought that time had ceased
altogether. Her burning eyes strain-
ed at the hands «f the clock as she
tried in vain to perceive their mo-
tion. She hated the clock because it
pushed on and on so relentlessly, so
persistently, so unconquerably.
"You fool," she thought, as her
silken face tightened into crepe. "Why
not stop ? There's no end to your
stupid march." The clock replied only
with its monotonous buzz. Suddenly
Allison tore her eyes away and guaed
unseeing at the book in her lap,/
"It is I who am stupid," she
thought, and tried to relax her face
into a smile, "The time will pass more
quickly if I read. In five minutes it
will be eight o'clock and he will leave
the office. It couldn't take longer
than ten more minutes to get home
and then he'll call. If only he'd call
before he leaves."
A sharp ring knifed the silence.
Allison leapt up. Her heart tried
desperately to outrace her feet to the
telephone, She musn't appear too anx-
ious becausc Mother and Dad, who
were sitting on the couch reading,
might think she was being silly and
young. f'ii /
"Hello," she said casually, trying
to swallow her heart. "Who?" Her
heart; fell. "Just n moment, please.
Mother, it's- Mrs. Iverson."
"Splendid," said her Mother mark-
ing the place in her bpok. "I've been
anxious to speaii to Clara. Thank
you, dear." - ': i -'
"She'll probably talk for an hour,"
thought Allison in despair. "If she
docsj it will be tcloj late for Blake
to come. Oh God, don't let her talk
long." Allison fell back into her chair
and gazed about the room. "A; least,''
Ik; thought, "I wonT h'avtv to listen ;i
for the phone."
ami
t'1'0--i-fti-;!of the town ele-
;;t and' |fi;M|i ways of diversion oil the
iii
n- I'- Uic;'1 'Y-T'h the. solo purpose, of treating
. i efeji'i-j'j Woj-ls./aW.Hiie Hily benefit aflorded by a
:i:!ol|j§§p '■ir-' -ljifj'v'el'sity'1. one feels l hal
(v-i't;!|jis . to this <:if
-e.othis'-- siiige .'iff [|; -ipersib'h's.-
I'ljffi:l:ie''-lias just -i:,";:U:tse-::'|6 'eiaTiplalfi-'abbuti'
: iuiislv Iji'tsl:.>l'y-/i'tsx.)wh..
!i'ii'i't iiirrti-'ieU-V'euh'I'.Ut:«;>.'.
i •-ii;'j>k'U,iv':ve-!:iii':! '■;> when Rice was on
* ill ihift of -a, iff! i j ihi \ e Ppilt compl^ti change
thing about it,. Dr. Scott is waiting for a student
ilelegation to approach him on tbe-^lan to build: I'Mckcns, Meredith, and Smoliett. Pa-
per-backed novels lined the other
wall, one corner of which was .de-
voted to children's bbeks, another giv-
en over .to trash. Mr. and Mrs.; Gray,
Rice has far too few k)f t hese things. They I AllWon's parents, read a great- deal
.1 n . , , , , I,;,.'W . \>. nuv il a IJIV III till Jiv 1 ,«5
can be had ii' tin- students, v.'alit them. They will al! klnc,s of literature from: Greek a,mi '.uonscieritEotw.
a l)arl,«K;u;e pit in (he wood,s down by the bayou
for class or group picnics. This is an excellent
idea.
for two or three days,"
'■Blake?" asked Allison iionehalnnt-
. M. nDM?
lamp over the couch iir„ne cpr- |i|||iS|p. |,(. s;li,nu. had to work
terrilily ha I'd t his week. At, night, too-
Poor thing. I do feel sorry for him.
Theyl work him almost ,to death."
■ig tugged at Anisbn's 'mis-
|| ' I'1 - ' sure that this
sounded so much
like an "excuse and she Was a little
bit ashamed1 of it. She knew he.Work-
ed hard, and long because a young
architect, lias; to. She could tell he
was tired i|uitc often when he came,
although he ineyer said or acted so.
She had; heard people comment on
what, a fine man he was', how umbi-
1HE library was lighted only by a
ner and the glow of the fire, Alli-
son's eyes wandered ftom the dark
paneled walls of stained oak to the
long rows of inlaid book Cit-ies which iq,l:;„
■ 1 1 ' " ,t -• -: , ' ,, : , "■Iooiiuvinitu «,.irir.«rV
covered .two adjacent walls, of the 1"{Arabic boQ. t. She fpit
tirary. The f.nest books -stood on one i||| Bi|, sou
wall; scores ol handsome, leather-cov-
ered, gold-lettered, sets of Thackei-ey
l><! sticcessfni if the s'liifit caused by the snow is
any indication of campus spirit which rallies
around a comir.on interest.
r> i.-;pi
."I ATI \ I-: nation VV. Sumners once
11 I M !).iilaif high school audience that the.
dfiifiiy of tiie go\ i-niment's safety rested
i)r■ ■ iiands ofltM eiiildivn of' liis generation.
II. ■ :i;V-iy was threatened -because hi< genera-
, i< id lai'ieiI to I'et ogiiize that in a democratic
■ ol; go-. I-rritr• ii' l|p in-i ll IVir the citizen^; to
..i, I'p.:i:t in ti." political issues and the
■ ■••i the.j -.-nd i .i i hi' irgi-latures to formulati-
^-.ho;i!e';i^u('!;Sv:: :■ %\
■■';e-!:,y 'W&iij'y' eatii iiiped - tlieit'i to vvakc up
i< tin.- fact„thi'tl d< haicracj hkt any norma} grow-
ui|i' | iJfw cfit^tiiW' -aftenthiih, Tiie' best-.
;-.vVfiiy :tji: apji |l
tih ii;f. jSl,. i:i;it;>:t;v^iti'0i
■>o 'rj'ie- ■-■Ui.if i^is-latwrei Thl. only way to get'
eitilf.Vriv^.V'i>: to eieftt .'thetn. The only way to
'.-V-el, ihein-is' t.'j vote.
Age Twenty-one—Votes Free
A sitseahl'e portion !'of the students at the
jlnstitute are of voting age. Some have already
voted 'before ; sorn,e iiavi just, reached the age
mark; both should exercise this privilege and
v ote every chance they'get. : •
For the convenience of the student, the poll
tax department of the county tax office is send-
ing a deputy 'out to. the Institute -toi;:feet up in
the sallyport this morning and tomorrow morning
a station at; vhich one may pay his poll tax or
receive his exehiptiou papers. Students Who are
twenty-one receive what is called a poll tax ex-
emption. In'!short, they are permitted to vote:
free the fii;at time.
It would be a sad state of affairs if the peo-
ple that do have some intelligence should muff
this-voting responsibility. It would be very sad if
the twenty-one year old boys passed it up. ,;
The Thresher
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''University of Minnesota engineers are no excep-
tion. They've started a move to publish a list of
all jokes used by their professors, a list that will
Classify ahd number all wise-cracks and favorite
stories of the iiedagogues. Chief reason for the
subject is that it will lie a time-saver for all con-
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give the number of their joke when they feel the
moment has a^i'ved'1 td spice their lectures with
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Kditorial Slafl . ' . , .
Bill Ballcw Hger believes in taking no chances—so he recent-
Pat Nicholson ly wired President Roosevelt : "I and hundreds of
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Townscnd Miller
Bill Burns
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I,ec Bell, Kcta Wagner
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Society fidittn-.i Joanne Stoi'tn, Rosemary McKinney,
Bliwibcth Knapp.
Keporters ; . ■ , Edwin llighsinith, Curl Woodring,
Karl Johnson, and Catherine: Holmnn.
Business Htaff
Business Manager Claude Mner
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Associate BiisincHS Manager Lee Capps
Circulation Manager Francis Collins
like to know the exact date for Thanksgiving in
1040." A presidential secretary wired back: "The
date will be Xovember 21, 1940."
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Now that that problem is defihitely settled,
Midland College girls have a real reason for smil-
ing in their contest to select the college's Smile
Girl. In the novel competition, students will vot$
for the girls who have smiles which bring great-
est happiness to others while indicating maxim-
um happiness in the owners.
We® bet Germany would have a hard time
condtwmg such a contest!
-nJRMRH I RH L„_i|l||ri BMHRRRMIP. MMPlShdj!r*Was
mythology to Gasoline Alley. The ovc,iwh(.lm^, with' pHUe whon ghe
bookcase looked _ like a patch-work jth ht | u. But when M
.,uilt with its brightly colored books.ahvliyH Mt that ghas?tly
Albsfvn had read many -of them but | ^ tejfe but
there vvcre still hundred, which she f„„( \
had merely thumbed and some which
she planned to rtad when J she had
more time,: This, of: course' is a tim.6
which nev6r cohiesj so- Allison read
only the famous and the very new.
She had .often thought of U)'e m'uny
different worlds which lay bidden ciii
these walls: beautiful, fairy woi-lds,
tragic worlds, gay, happy, worlds and
even wicked, sinful,,, worlds. There
they Were within hoi grasp and she
wanted to live in them all. Allison
wanted, to loye and to hate, to laugh
and to cry, to pray and to sin, arid to
do everything which people in books
do. She loved her .feelings, and cared
little for her thoughts. She felt that
her thoughts only tormented her, con-
fused her, while her feelings, were
clear and definite whether they, were
pleasant; ones or net. She knew that
her feelings Were real but she couldn't
trust her thoughts. She knew, that
her feelings were her own and she Was
only borrowing or stealing her
thoughts. Her fueling* Were mysteri-
ous and exciting because she didn't
understand them and she never knew
where they would lead her. Her
thoughts never led her any where;
only around in circles like the clock.
She loved these books because they
took her away from thoughts. They
went below that chamber, cluttered
with tools of the mind into a strange,
subterranean cavern where Fancy
dances and joy hangs garlands
around the nock of Sorrow.
Allison's eyes wandered on to the
huge, fire place in which slashed vivid
red tails of fire, She watched them
Whipping the logs furiously. It oc-
curred to her that the logs and the
flames wcr<i fighting a battle and
she knew that the flames wbultl win.
1Y do the flames always win?"
she wondered, "Flames are like
the passions that we fight against.
They always keep burning no matter
how hard we fight them." Then she
thought of Blake, and her eyes dart-
ed toward the clock. It was ten min-
utes past eight and Mrs. Gray was
still on the telephone. Again she fix-
ed her gaze upon the unmerciful hands
and again the hissing of the clock
made her head ring. "What could
Blake be doing?" she asked herself,
and at once, several visions flew be-
fore her. She saw him weaving down
the street in his ear whistling shrilly
as he always did. She saw him
sprawled out on the floor of his
.Mii't
nit, is, a ,shame," Mrs. Gray agreed.
"But. 1 think it's: Vcry;: admirable of,
him t;i .-tii'k t" ii; so," Allison's heart
leapt.' "Jerry called this'..afternopn."
Mrs, Gray continued. "He said you
wouldn't go oiit with him tonight.
You- don't tiuyt him very well] A11 i-
sun. I'<ef! yon like him?"
•;Of cot|r,-je," Allison pretended., ",I
think In '- perfectly ; darling. He's
'Dutch too-1 nice' to me; I'm afraid 1
couldn't fall in love with him but I
do like him immensely." She thought,
"the i foot! Why doesn't he leave 'luc
alone ?'"' , -
l"T. Allison knew well that she
hail to like these focils bccaiise if
ishe. didn't.; her parents wouldn't ap-
prove and Blake'might lose interest.
C);h,,,how ,,sh.e longed, to ;scrertm out to
Blake, "Darling, I love you, I hate
every one el.-c in the world. Can't we
go aWay frtvih: them all to sonic beau-
tiful pUifce where there'll be just you
and I 1 and our, love?" But• Allison
knew that this was wrong and im-
possible- She : had to go on and on
pretending to lie sensible, pretending
to adore cocktail parties: and dances{
and seeing all her friends. She
dreaded the next1 dinner party that
she and Blake ."had been invited to.
They had tn go because Mrs. Hale
was a very dear friend of Mrs.
Gray's and Mrs, Hale was giving the
party. Allison positively shuddered
at the thought of haying to smile
iglamorously at all those crew-cut
Harvard Oddities who are so painfully
attractive. She was weary of agree-
ing vvith all the girls so they wouldn't
cat about her and disagreeing pleas-
antly with all the men so they would
think she was smart, It made her
groan to think of the cocktails which
were always shoved at her, the bread-
ed oysters, and the ever-prevalent,
choking, gray, smoke. Allison knew
that she couldn't stop going to these
awful affairs which she ought to ap-
preciate. She had to be seen, to keep
up with everything. Allison was wait-
ing for one thing: for Blake to make
enough money for them to marry on.
Secretly, she felt that he made enough
now but he had said that he wouldn't
ask her to give up so many things
she was used to having. "What
things?" Allison had thought when he
said this. "Parties, cocktails, oysters,
and all those miserable things?" But
she hadn't said anything at all be-
cause she knew she mustn't force her-
ti!|iiMiiiifi|Mip}^
self on him. She would so
given up everything for him
could do nothing-but wait L
'♦It may be a year or two,"
said.. •
"I'll wait, if you think it best," Al-
lison had answered, forcing back the
aehe in her throat, which longed to
cry out, "1 can't wait, Blake. f^|n%
wait that long for my life to start
when it could so easily start in a
week or less. Can't we be foolish for
once even if it does mean struggling
a little?" ' ||| §
LLISON often wondered if other
people felt this way too. She felt
that they must if they were in love
with someone like Blake. She didn't
want him to be different, but she
wished he would bo foolish for a
week or two, just long enough for
her to say all the things which had
been cooped up inside her. She felt
that once they were out they'd never
be a weight upon her again. She had
never even told her Mother how she
felt. Mrs, Gray wanted Allison to
make her dehut and be what Allison
had termed an animated cocktail
glass. Si v
"Good night, dear," Mrs, Gray said.
"It's eight-thirty and I'm going up to
read in bed. Coming up soon,
George?" Mr, Gray got up without a
word and walked upstairs, not once
taking his eyes off his Western Story
Magazine. As Mrs. Gray started af-
ter him the telephone rang fiercely.
I'll get it." Mrs. Gray said. Hello.
Yes. She's here." Allison jumped up.
"Goodnight, Mother," she said
loudly and closed the door after her
Mother and picked up the receiver.
"Hello," she said in a low, soft voice.
"Hi, Al, my pet," came a cheerful
feminine voice from the other end of
the wire.
Oh hello, Hope," said Allison as
brightly as she could,
"I had no idea you'd be in," said
Hope. "But I thought I'd call up on
a chance just for a chat,"
'I'm so glad yQu did, Hope.'I have
a Und cold and Mother's made me
stay in all day. It's been awfully tire-
some-
I thought maybe you were sick,"
Hope went on. "I saw Blake at din-
ner tonight at the Garret Club, He
asked us to come have a : cocktail
with them befoi-e dinner but our din-
ner, ^'iis there; so we wouldn't."
"Oh really,'' Allison , said casually.
Her throat was so tight and dry she
could hardly get the words out. All
these things raced through her mind
at once. Blake had lied to her about
working, He had taken some awful
blond girl out to dinner. Ho was
drinking and dancing right now, per-
haps, and not even thinking about her.
The beast! Her heart swelled up un-
til she thought it would burst. It
seemed to be beating madly,: against
her, - trying'to! escape.
"I believe I do remember his men-
tioning something about planning to
go there tonight." Allison managed to
speak calmly and nonchalantly.
"He is such a dear," Hope said.
"I've heard so many girls talk about
what a lamb he is|I
"t knoW,"- Allisoit choked. "He is
sweet," She- ached to tell Hope What a
snake: she wiis and siikm the receiver
down so that she could cry the agony
out of her heart, hut she wouldn't
let herself go. "1 hate him. I despise
him," she thought wildly. "I'll never,
never;forgive him for lying 'o me that
way."
"Well. Al, sweet," Hope sang, "I'll
let you go. Your cold sounds pretty
bad and you probably want to go to
T
« call you tomorrw. Let's have
"All right, Hope," said Alliaoa un-
consciously, "I'll see you tomorrow."
As she walked back to1 .tor chair,
she felt as if something wore crush-
ing her to death. Her chest throbbed
and her head whirled. Now, she didn'|il
feel like crying. She wanted to beat
her fists furiously against the mar-
ble fireplace. She wanted desperate-
ly to grasp the Dresden figure on
the mantle and hurl it to the hearth.
She wanted to stamp on something,
to scratch something, to destroy
something viciously. She could only
think over and over again, "The
beast! I detest him!" She could no
longer hear the monotonous buzz of
the clock. There was now a terrible
siren in her ears. Through it she
heard vuguely the ring of the tele-
phone. It rang three times and then
she heard her Mother's voice calling
from upstairs.
T's for you, Allison." Somehow Al-
lison got to the telephone and
suddenly she heard Blake's voice.
"Hi, darling!" it said.
"So ifs you, Blake Harris," the
words just came out of her. "I sup-
pose your girl friend had another
date."
"What do you mean, another date?"
he asked laughing.
"You know very well what I mean,
Blake," Allison fumed. "You can't
keep me fooled forever with your
horrid lies. J suppose you're tight
too."
"Arcs you joking about something?"
he asked, bewildered.
"No," she screamed. "I hate you. I
hate you,"
"My God, Allison," Blake gasped.
"What's happened? I'll be there in
a. minute." tijj ■ i |
By the time Blake came, Allison
had completely collapsed on the
couch. Site was quivering all oyer
when he rushed-into the library and
knelt down beside her.
"Darling, Allison. What on earth
has happened to you? What have I
done? But Allison couldn't answer.
Tears choked her and she knew that
if she tried to say anything she would
probably strangle. She >vished in-
tensely that^he could get rid of those
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