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/ he repeated. Were pulling out of
here first thing in the morning?"
"Oh, I'm SO gladI I knew every
thing would come out all right,
Mark" Norma raised her head,
threw her arms about his shoulders.
How did you get it, darling?"
Mark kissed her casually, squared
back and said In an offhand tone,
ooh, hit Stone for loan. Ran
across him on the street and he
gave me his check.
It's good all right-no need to
worry about that. Stones pretty
good fellow, even If he does seem
trifie stiff some times"
a
TINE bright flush faded slowly
Il from Norma's cheeks. She drew
away and one hand unconsciously
rose to her throat.
"Stone?" she asked a little weak
ly. you mean-Hollis Stone?"
Sure. Why not? He knows he'll
get his dough back all right. Be-
sides he's sort Of relative. Why
shouldn't borrow from him?"
"Why-why there's no reason, Of
course"
Whats the matter, Norma? You
act as though I'd done something
wrongl I thought you'd be glad to
hear we can get out of this dump.
You're acting darned funny about
this, it seems to mel"
Desperately she tried to cover her
embarrassment. "Oh. no. didn't
mean-of course it's all right! I'm
glad you got the money, Mark. I'm
awfully glad. If we're starting in
the morning I ought to start pack
ing right away"
She turned and began fumbling
through bureau drawers.
wait minute!" Mark was be-
side her, slipping an arm about her
waist. "See here, sweetheart, was
a bear tonight at dinner. I'm sorry.
Honestly, I am. I didn't mean to
be cross or hurt your feelings. Say
you forgive me-please, Normal"
His tenderness was a thousand
times dearer because an hour earlier
she had been so tormented, so
haunted by fears she would not
even name to herself
cts all right, Mark. Of counsel
There isn't anything to forgive. Oh,
my Darlington, do love you'll"
They were happier that night
than they had been for long
while.
/ A T 10 o'clock next morning Mark
L n and Norma boarded "The SEN
tinel," fast train that would trans
port them to Marlboro in twenty
four hours.
There was no private compart-
ment on this trip. They rode in an
ordinary Pullman. The car was
only half filled and no one sat
across the aisle.
Norma's hand dug it's way into
Marks protecting fingers. The
slight pressure in response was a
momentous secret.
Above the droning of the train
wheels, Norma's heart was singing.
"I'm glad we're going back;
Mark"
Guess I am, too, kid. Had fun
at the Springs though, didn't we?"
ION, yes. 1t was wonderful"
She would have agreed to any
thing Mark said that morning.
Norma was radiant. Such plans
for the future. Such confidence
those plans would succeed.
Mark was going to find a job.
She would work hard, too, keeping
their tiny apartment. Cooking and
cleaning. Economizing. They would
pay back their debts and begin
saving. They had talked for hours
planning all this.
Nothing could come between
them now. Mark was her husband.
He would stand squarely on his
own feet and she would help him.
! 1t was as though they were making
fresh start and this time they
would start in the right way.
ITO Be Continued