Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1920-06-28
CHAPTER III.

my dear girl" said the man. II
don't want to torment gu: to give you
tit for tat in the phrase, +
wouldn't hurt a hair of your head.
You asked me to bring you with me
and like a fool 1 did. Now, like a
woman. you are crying because I
didn't bring you and leave you at the
same time. Same old story. Women
are forever wanting to eat their cake
and have it still. There's some more
pre-digested language"
II am not crying" said Andrea,
"and my name isn't my dear girl but
the Honorable Andrea Pellor." She
paused on that weighty announce
|ment.
Really" said the man, unmoved.
Brother in the Flying Corps. Nice,
humdrum noble family as / remem-
Der it,"
Their was a long silence. Andrea
clenched her teeth and her small fists
and stared at h mans head as
though she would look through it and
discover his face from behind. If
she could only see his face she could
know whether this astonishing indif-
ference to the name Of Pellor was a
verify or a pose.
Well" said the man, reaching 10
fstart the engine.
DON'T" cried Andrea. Don't start
that horrible noise agala. 1 want TO
talk to you. I want to-Oh. VIVA. are
you going to do with me-"
There was g. pathetic thrsa. Of tears
in the question that shoull have met
ed the rockiest heart but it failed.
II have no intention of doing any
thing with you beyond what you asked
for, and no interest,"" said the man
quietly, and added apparently az an
fafterthought, Personalities have no
futures as far as 1 am concerned"
He reached once more for the throt-
tie. "Stop!" cried Andrea. Il must
know what you mean. How can I
talk to you with that awful din on 81
"Oh, you'll have lots Of time to
talk said the man, and no sooner
were the words out of his mouth than
they were almost wiped off the slate
of memory by the sudden roar OF the
engine.
Andrea sank back in her seat.
crumpled up in body and mind, and
cried like a baby. Great big sobs
came tumbling up and out Of her
swelling throat. For the first time in
many years she felt that she wanted
mother and at once. The old,
familiar ache that comes to us all in
moments of misery, the ache that de-
hands something soft to cling to and
cry against and marks humanity in
sorrow as %eternally a babe, dependent
and helpless, filled her to overlooking.
""Oh, Mummy! Mummy" She
sobbed like a little child and a mo-
ment later just exactly like a little
child she stopped crying. shifted twice,
blinked her eyes dry and presently
smiled when its sun breaks out ,rom
the dewy clouds Of morning. What
had happened? Why, a most import
ant thing. She had suddenly realized
that no one could hear her crying, not
even herself!
Andrea felt lots better. She sat up
straight shielded her eyes for a look
around and forgot worry. She laugh
ed at herself. How young-infs.ltile
she had been in her breakdown
and the best OF it was that something
Of that youth was clinging to her still
as though she had plunged bodily into
had come up sparkling. She threw
out her arms. opened her mouth a lit
tie and swallowed a gulp Of cold air.
What was it the man had said? Some
thing that stood out, something that
somehow was quite different" "Per-
sonalities have no futures" 1t sound
ed like the stock-market. She puzzled
over the phrase and chung to It, for
her mind was quick to grasp the fact
that here was its initial hand-hold in
the struggle to comprehend the first
come Immediately important.
/. Every person one meets" thought
Andrea. following the line Of her dis
coyery, "has to be climbed. Some
people are insignificant mounds and
you Just walk over them; others are
high cliffs that 1t takes q long time
to climb but that give you fresh ana