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to get as far as possible from Mrs.
Quilts and Donald Baxter.
Enters Church
She walked and walked for perhaps
a half hour, and then, being a little
weary, she stopped in front of a beau
tiful little brick church all covered
with dark green vines. 1t semed so
restful sitting back there in the CEN
ter of a grove with a few tombstones
in its yard, and benches under some
of the trees. Altogether the grounds
occupied half a block.
Surely no one would object to her
sitting down on one Of the benches,
!Nerna thought to herself. Then she
hesitated. People would certainly
think it strange to see young girl
sitting in a churchyard at six o'clock
in the morning. Why not go inside
of the church and sit for few
minutes in its GOODNESS and quiet?
She walked up the path and tried
the door. 1t was unlocked. Quietly
glancing up and down the street, she
pushed the big door open and en-
I tered. No one would begrudge her a
little rest in the House of God. After
all, there was no other place for her
to go. She did not know a soul in
Kalesburg and there was only five
dollars in her purse.
The inner door was also unlocked
and she entered the auditorium. How
reStful it was with the bright morning
sun streaming through the stained
glass windows, and being reflected by
the silver and bronze of the altar
with its sacred candles and bowls.
She sank down on bench and 1t
was not until then that she realized
how wearied she was from the Or
real through which she had just
passed. 49,
A Disordered Dream
Try as she would, she could not
keep awake. And, after all, why
should one keep awake, she thought,
when here was such restful place
to sleep. Nobody would be in the
church all day probably At night
she could slip out, or perhaps later
IN the day go out and try to get a
job. So, wearied, diSillusioned and
disguised, little Verna resigned her.
self to sluniber.
Dreams F.. dreams Dona d
Baxter, a huge grotesque figure with
the fangs of wolf, charged down
upon her. :. &. Her mother, Dick Col
vim and all of her friends seemed to
be holding her, handicspping her,
keeping her from escaping. A
yawning abyss behind her with a
pool of Shiny, black water in the bot
tom in which loathsome green rep
tiles disported :. Nightmare -. Fit
full imaginings of a tired mind.
Suddenly she awoke with a start
and sat bolt upright, her hair on
end, her flesh creeping, clammy
moisture enveloping her All was as
quiet as when he had gone to sleep.
The sun had shifted to the other
side of the church. Relieved to find
herself awake and freed from the
horrors of the dream world, Verna
stretched lazily, wiped her eyes and
restored her makeup.
The Clergyman
This finished, she lapsed into deep
thought. What was she going to do
now? Knowing no one, where would
she stay? And then she YVES raven
ously hungry and that called for i'm
mediate attention. She looked in her
handbag and fished out the soiled
five dollar bill, she fingered it loving
ly and thought of a hearty meal of
thick porterhouse steak smothered
in onions, French fried potatoes, let
tuce and tomato salad covered with
rich mayonnaise dressing, buttered
toast, a thick wedge of sweet potato
pie and tall, frosty glass of iced
tea.
Resolved to suit action to thought,
she rose stiffly, smoothed the wrin-
kleS from her dress and walked slow