New Britain herald., 1930-09-09

it ?" Dan laughed shortly. Per haps you mean you don't want to hurt my feelings-is that it."
 That was not it at all, Anne de- nied. q think you're rather cruel to say that. Dan." And she tried to explain then that marriage was something that she thought of only as dim, far-off prospect; as some- thing probably eventual but re- mote from her present scheme. She said, rather apologeticaly, as though there might be something not exactly normal in the admis- sion, that she had set her mind upon a career, and that perhaps she had made mistake and let it matter too much.
 She tried to smile Anyway, Dan, that's the way I feel-if you can make any sense out of what I said. And that's why I've been rather, afraid of your saying what you did. I had hoped you wouldn't somehow, until I was surer of my self l like you. Dan-I like you tremendously. But I'm not at all sure that I'm in love with you"
 Dan said, with a shrug and queer little smile: Well, if you're not sure, I guess you're not; I think you'd know. all right, if you were" and he pulled out a cigaret and lighted it.
 And Anne watching his face, re- marked the set look about his mouth and laid a hand caressingly on his arm. You understand, don't you, Dan 9" she asked anxious ly. we needn't be so utterly seri- ous about it, need we?"
 He said, "No, we can always be friends" blowing on the end of his cigaret; and the irony of it was almost like a blow to Anne.
 But she said nothing, and Dan sensed that she was hurt, and he was contrite.
 I'm sorry Anne, really. That was a nasty thing to say. I didn't mean it at all"
 He saw her .eyes then and they shone with unshed tears, and he let his arm rest lightly around her shoulders, and he spoke lightly and jokingly of other things.
 But presently the ocean laid its spell on them again and they fell silent, and when Anne stirred un- easily Rorimer asked her if she thought it time to go.
 She nodded. Dan started the mo- tor. Swinging up the hill to the their celebration" not having been much of a success. Sort of a flat tire, wasn't it?"
 But he spoke cheerfully enough. He said, Well, we'll just let it go by default, Anne, and try it again sometime. We'll just forget what happened" He leaned toward her smilingly and Anne smiled back at him.
 Presently he began to whistle, and out of the corner of his eye he looked slyly at her to see if she was taking notice of the song. Anne saw him and she laughed.
 'I think you're horrid," she said.
 Come on, Anne, sing for me-"
 Not that one" She shook her head.
 Come on," he pleaded; "for old times sake, Anne" and he argued So persuasively and so persistent ly that finally she consented and closed her eyes and sang: Why was I born? Why am liv-
 ing?
 What do I get? What am I givinS Why do I want thing I daren't
 hope for? What can I hope for? I wish l
 knew -
 Eyes straight ahead on the road, he drove. Grimly he pressed his fcot down on the accelerator, and the night wind tore past them i'll whispered accompaniment to Anne Winters song. and it almost | snatched a stifled sob from his throat. Why do I try to draw you near
 me? Why do I cry?-you never hear me. I'm a poor fool. but what can I do? Why was l born to love you?"
 Anne opened her eyes then and l.; o1o ol,o glanced at the speedometer and