Brownsville herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1910-current, 1928-06-19
RESTLESS LOVE
g BY Samuel MoT10iH 1929
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they walked out to the car. She car
ried the whisky bottle. still wrapped
in its bit Of newspaper. She was
aware OF couples in the dim cars
under the pines; a face here and
there, and white arms. She thought of
Ham Pew and what he had died for.
The drove out Of the yard. still
without q word. Hallam turned
west.
This is the wrong turn. Ernie"
said she. "We 20 the other way"
lie deliberately speeded up the
car.
She sank back in the seat. Now
she sensed, back of the set face,
blazing purpose. II was difficult.
Doubtless she hadn't been fair with
him. She felt tired. And more than
a little afraid.
Ernie. is this . . fair?"
Fair" He bent a quick look on
her. Its a great time to be saying
that. Are you really laboring under
the impression that you've been
fair?"
Its pretty difficult. Ernie. .
what I've oeen going through. !
I'm carrying quite n burden"
This didn't interest him. "I'm afraid
I'm pretty tired" Nor this. ~ tell
you, I must get home"
"Why?"
She had no ready answer for that.
The car sped on and on. They were
half way 70 Worcester when he spoke
again. You're not going home to-
night, Stella"
She caught her breath. The east
est course, in her bewilderment.
would have been 10 break down and
cry; but she wouldn't do that. She
didn't know how TO meet the strength
Of the man. But something she
must do Being a woman, she fell
back again on evasion.
But, Ernie, you're {. . you're un-
reasonable. | can't just dash off like
this. | haven't SO much as a hand
bag"
what on earth has that got to do
with it, Neither have J."
Worcester lay far behind. The
state road wound over and through
the hills toward Springfield. Shadowy
villages flashed by IN blurred success
sion. She chung to the side OF the
car. He was driving pretty fast;
fifty and sixty miles an hour.
Ernie, you're putting me into n
situation that's going to be pretty
hard to explain"
He didn't reply.
Wont you tell me what you're
planning. After all ""
Not here" said he. Il don't pro-
pose to tell you anything here"
You're taking a good deal for
granted"
Possibly. But I have no choice
"No choice?"
Its a showdown, Stella" The
man was more than strong, he was
bitter. Were going to talk it out.
But not up here"
you won't tell me where we're
going?"
Certainly. TO New York. Wen
be there before morning. You can
get some sleep. Then well talk.
settle it,"
But I can't 20 to New York"
"Yes you cant Oh, I'm going "a
treat you well enough. Stella. Better
than you deserve. But first I'm
going to get You out Of that damned
Victorian atmosphere. See if / can
bring you 70 your senses. II I can't
all right. Well just break. But
I'm going 10 find out, once and for
all. One thing Is certain, ii, after all
you turn out TO be Just another OF
those pretty village suppressionists
you and i can have nothing to say
to each other. I had reason to think
better Of you. You did seem, al
least, 10 have a little courage. A lit
tie spirit. ! don't care to say any
more. Wen do our talking In New
York. where there's free air "a
breathe"
An all-night lunch wagon stood BY
the road in a Connections city. She
didn't know what city. She asked
listlessly, if she might have some
coffee. They hadn't spoken for an
hour or more.
They sat on stools at one end of q
long counter. Stella couldn't eat, but
slipped her coffee from n thick cup.
His eyes were weighing her again
He seemed a stranger.
Her thoughts were becoming more
coherent. If the time had arrived
! for decisive action. she reflected