The Washington times., 1925-02-07
By ElenOre MeheriT.
The Biggest and Best Story Of
Her Career.

~ Her Career.
"A ND the moment Dane saw
IN It. he got excited and had
A. all but shouted at her!
shouted-yes- again the handker-
chief went precisely to her eyes.
Nora wouldn't have cared If she
{ were the kind OF person who
tntruded on others-who took
liberties. But she wasn't that
kind OF person. In fact, she was
extremely shy Of taking posses
sion In the slightest way of him
or his treasslres. So the hurt
ate and ate. It drove its tooth
deep 8 into her memory and
E touched buried sores. Yes-two
weeks ago she had only said.
''Take your oyercoat," and he had
answered, Don't mother me!'
3 He spoke to her CURLY as
though size were a dependent! But
she could get her job back in \
minute and earn more than he
did. Maud Bresnon told her it
would be open.
She began to picture the scene
/. IA the office. Nearly noon, the
girls would be getting restless
eager to be out on the streers.
Mauce would glance about toler-
antly; perhaps make some care
less, sarcastic remark about people
who watch time so zealously; she
would stick a pencil In the red
gold mop OF hair. Perhaps she
would smile at Nora Lee.
Oh-how carefree and happy
and luxurious were those days: So
filled up snd often 30 vivid. She
had never been unhappy: she had
never felt her heart cold and
heavy as q stone.
She remembered biting things.
Connie said Of marriage. 1.-THE
survival OF wedlock proves the
stupidity OF the human race
minds chain-ganged to the past,
afraId of freedom" And that
ether crude jest: 'The first ninety
nine years are the hardest"
The phone rang. It rang and
rang. She didn't intend to answer.
she wasn't going out. They had
decided to economic. Even car
fare mounts up and you can't go
down town without spending about
half Q dollar.
An Invitation.
The phone kept ringing. She
flashed to It and grabbed off the
hook: "What do. you want" she
demanded swiftly.
Came soft. chuckIing: "You"
Her breath froze. then it
owelled ana the tears raced down
her checks.
'.You've not hung up on me. Nora
Iee?''
'sWhy. nor,
"Do you hate me?"
IciIy polite: What makes you
ask?"
-oh. nothing at all. win you
come down and have lunch
please?"
I'm sorry. thank you. but I
can't"
'You mean you won't? Are you
that sore? Please come"
"I'd rather not-not today"
"oh, all right them"
She hung up quietly. Now she
4elt worse than before. Why
didn't he insist? Why didn't he
beg longer? But no! He could
just crush her to the earth and
then casually say: @oh. all right
them So that's the way with
q man. once they're sure Of you!
It never occurred to Nora Lee
that she was merely suffering the
common ailment OF young wives
the inability to step down from
the ecstatic heights of love to the
hard pavements OF living. She
was used to a lover and didn't
wish him exchanged for a Mon
dAy-morning-to-Saturday-night type
Of husband. She wanted all the
romance. and even the false gal
lantries OF courtship, perpetuated
IN marriage-no matter that this
meant she wanted an archangel
and not g. man.
But even a Galli-Curci can't
Ming out flute notes Of the wren
Oternally and II she could the
high-pitched beauty would sooner
or later wear the soul to fragile
and one would shout irritably for
quiet.
So. Dane Herrick had been
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