Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1931-07-24
One Letter He Did
Not Mail
By CORONA REMINGTON
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0NIOW, I'll be out of town Monday
~ but I'll be back Tuesday morn
ing and I'll call you. Maybe we could
go to a show that night. Would you
like tor
"Pd love to CO." she smiled up at
him.
"That's a bargain then. I'll call
you Tuesday. Good-by."
Big Jim Spearman pressed her hand
lingeringly for second and was gone.
Constance Miller walked back into the
living room after he had left and won.
dered what had happened. There was
a strange loneliness about the place
and yet a peculiar cheer, too. She felt
somehow both the presence and the
absence Of his big wholesome per-
sonality.
sand he's going to call me Tues
day morning. :" she whispered to
herself. SUNDAY, Monday :" she
counted them off on her fingers "Only
two days!"
81 believe he likes me a llttle-I
honestly believe he does" she told her
mirror as she stood in front of IT
brushing her hair for the night. "And
just think, two weeks ago I didn't
know him. didn't even know him."
With the languid, preoccupied mo-
lions of one who is thinking of some
thing else she finished her toilette at
last and slid into bed. She was so
sleepy yet so incredibly happy. "Tues-
day =. Tuesday Tuesday"
She wished she could stay awake all
night just to think about it. The
words fioated around in her brain,
now distinct, now dim, now distinct
again. Tuesday . Tue" Down.
down she sank into the land of Nod.
And when she awoke 1t was Sunday
and time to get dressed for break.
fast. at
"Day after tomorrow That sound
ed so much nearer than Tuesday had
the night before. DAY after tomor-
row."
Sunday logged along somehow.
Id Cuhldol, q lOn6 lllClT
noon of piano and books, peaceful, in
formal, servantless supper. Leavlngs
from the midday feast-chicken and
dressing. sliced veal jam and bread
and butter tea, scraps. Delicious.
And tler Monday. Less time for
dreaming. A hurried hour of piano
practice, then the lesson and after
ward more practice The afternoon was
filled with golf. And Tuesday-Con-
stance decided to break her engage
ment with the dentist to stay home.
He might telephone while she was
gone She practiced a little, then
went to the window and looked out,
she did not know what for. The tele-
phone bell rang suddenly, sharply.
With start she picked II up, her
heart heating strangely.
"Yes" Her voice was athrill with
expectancy.
"Hello, COMFY, this is Marga-
She could scarcely restrain herself.
tide of disappointment swept over
her. That telephone bell rang again
and again and each time she flew to It
certain that 1t was he, only to find
that II was some one else. The ten
sion became unbearable, and that
night she cried herself to sleep, one
moment certain that he had been
killed in some way or had fallen sud
denly III. the next moment certain that
he was a 1irt and had completely for
gotten her.
Wednesday she decided to telephone
to his Office But she hung up the re-
ceiver Just as the operator asked for
the number
mo, II he cant take the trouble to
call me he may go for all | care"
(1hat was one of the moments when
she was sure he was a hirt.)
Thursday was a replica of Wednes-
day-only worse, cumulative tension
and disappointment adding to the
pain.
Then came Friday and with the eve
ming Jim Spearman appeared. cordial
debOnair, constituencies.
"Mighty glad to see you again."
swell where shall we 90 tonight >,
She had not spoken a word as yet
Ell don't think we'll On
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TONIGHT"
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