New Britain herald., 1927-03-19

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 aer. He owed her his life. But in al honesty he could not say hat he cared for her in the way. ! evidently that she cared Perfaus some day h. might. He didn't, . know.
 Poor Gharlay.'
 He spoke softly after q long silence. He didn't deserve b d.e ilka that-aa1 for me-
 The eyes Of the girl looking down a' hlm We're wells Of tears.
 II vas beautiful thiug to do" she said in subdu,d tones as if speaking CT inc dead gangs,er in his death chamber. Tn. toughenef but loyal soul of Charley Costello seemed 10 parvaIe lhe hospital room.
 Come closer. Teddy"
 She compiled. taking Dons hands in her own.
 T have something 10 ask you"
 The girl waited.
 'WiN you marry me Teddy :" he asked finally.
 She conid not bring herself 10 lift her eyes. A hliDdinc tumuit surge1 up and through her brain and body.
 He barely heard her Iow-sroken reply, Yes, Don" as she bowed her head and sunk her not face !n hs pillow. Then because she ~a. ashamed Of her tears and nu-nes she kissed him swiftly full on the lips and rushed from the room. .
 Later. out in inc street. her tenn pestuousness abated. He had asked her, Teddy. 10 marry him, Him--her Don-oh, She pressed her hand against her breast in an effort 10 lull the too sharp ecstasy that achad there. And yet by the time sEe had ridden the swaying, perking trolley car back 70 the office her face was markedly pale. Franny Blake. passing hdr desk. noted this and commented or i'.
 "Don't you feel well. Taddy?" she asked with friendly concern.
 Sh" was startled at the unusual pallor in the little reporters face. Teddy's brown eyes lifted from her typewriter and they were like l,un1- inous embers against 2 snowy back ground.
 "oh, yes, feel all right" she answered, but her voice Was loarse.
 Well as long as you do,' said Tranny, kindly. but if you don't you must go home and get some more rest. Bill Garfield would De very sorry to have you working when you're not fit You're tn special pet of th' office nov. you know. Teddy" she concluded with 8 smile.
 l. was a rather wan N.tle smile with which Teddy expressed her acknowledgment Of the other girls considoratlon and compliment. Franny went back to her own desk and Teddy inserted sheet of copy paper in her writer.
 He didn't tell you he loved VOL"
 She had by slow degrees arrived 2t his thought, and it kept rvpeat- ing itself over and over again in the recesses os her brain like the words Of an old song.
 He doesn't love you. He would have said so if he did"
 I. was hammerins away in her brain. The keys of her tyre writer an together and then grew distinct af"rmlttcntly. She heard voices - Bill Canfje!ds, Frannys and Mabel Gibson's-as if from afar off.
 non--Lola-CharIey Costello -- 1ames, names, names, They rang | n confused tumble in her ears. :, She typed mechanically, AS if in l dream She saw boys running 'ack and forth with long sheets of copy paper.
 Make that for tn first edition." ] That was th" voice Of the city cdi- or That's tn third alarm )n that State street fire" One of the men on the telegraph Iesk vas talking. She tried to on- 'entrate on commonplace affair." hose of her regular workaday world, Why weren't they thrilling ier today? She wasn't responding , O the speed and tension Of the big , leWspaper plant.
 Teddy corld remember but one hing. Donald Keane had asked Ter 10 marry him, .. Out Of < vas 1t srati.ude@ Yes. she told | i"rself sadly. Or perhaps f was r pity. But he had NOT said he c