Nogales international. [volume] (Nogales, Ariz.) 1926-1979, 1932-11-19
Final InstalIlnent

appraisingly. The deep tan OF the open
was being leeched out by the city of
shadows. He brushed back his stiff
hair. He smiled SO like Gilbert Van
Horn. He hardly cared What did
Josephine want!
After dinner they sat in the familiar
library. Il leased the house, you know,
after Gilbcrt's death. They changed
almost everything. everything but this.
[ love the room" A FIRE was cracking
in the open hearth, wide deep chair,
Van Horns chair, was near the glow
of flames. John, standing till Josephine
curled on the lounge, sat down. Tashi
brought a tray and Josephine lit a
cigarette Then she jumped up. John
had a cigar and she lit match, cupped
the flame in her hands and held it for
him, bending close to him. Tashi had
gone.
Josephine drew her feet up on the
lounge. and propped by cushions, blew
smoke wrcaths toward the FIRE. Tashi
returned with a tray. Botl, took
CMTGeo
"'John., you must tell me about your
adventures, in South America
For long while they talked. aimless-
ly. The noises Of the city were dim
Memories grew about the flames. John
glanced up at the painting of Gilbert
Van Horn, lifelike under the light.
Then they sat in silence. Suddenly
Josephine reached in a fold OF her
bodice and drew forth package. hand
ing it to John. These belong to you.
Jolln-I've kept them, you sec" The
letters were in his hand, the outpour-
ings of his fresh enthusiasm, the ones
in which he told her of the aqueduct
and of his plans. She had kept them
through it all She stood before him,
against the freight, a presence out
lined, her shimmering dress .ahame. An
uneasy fear held his breath. John.
and then she was on her knees, her
head buried in his lap, sobbine. Her
soft breasts pressed against his knees
her hair glowed under him in the light,
st have always loved you-6'gCGysr
She looked up, tears glistened like
stars; oh, she was beautiful!
His cigar had fallen, he lifted her.
Her face so close to his. The years
sped away. Over the fnantelpiece, Gil
bert Van Horn looked down on them
while Josephine poured out her heart.
John, carcssing her, his hungry soul
crying for love, held her close. Lie,
what is it? What are the things that
count? Why are we here? In the sub
conscious half-light of the mind, under
the patter Of love, he seemed to know.
Josephine, in feverish impulse, poured
forth her strong affection. She had
Tilted him, and now, at last, she had
relented
Il am tired Of this place. We will
leave, John, leave it all. We will travel,
we will live in sunshine. The world
has much to offer US" Josephine and
John sat on the wide lounge, he held
her, her head on his shoulder, her
hands clasping his 1t had been long,
long road, but at last, at last
''You know I've sold the house, they
are going to build an annex to the
hotel next door. Everything is chang
ing, the people are changing. The best
New Workers now live abroad most of
the time. Oh, John, how glad | am that
you found me"
John was on fire, he kissed her
brutality, carelessly. He held her close
and looked into her eyes. why can't
we get married, now, tonight"
mo, John, dear No! mol We will
leave tomorrow-night. | have SO many
things to settle. The movers and stor-
age people will be in early tomorrow.
want to get some of my things in order.
Go back to the club. like good boy
tonight. Get your things packed | will
put my things in the small car trunk.
Well take the coach, motor TO Phlla-
delphia, get married, John, at last. And
then, after a while, we can come back
and settle things here, and go, go away
for few years. Oh | am so tired OF
New York"
Late. very late, John Breen kissed
Josephine and left
Johns last day in the realms of TN
certainty passed swiftly. He got ur
early, tubbed and took d, brisk walk
Then he sent off cable to London
"Cannot accept China post" That, for
that He packed a small trunk. whist
ling the while. Several times he almost
phoned Harboard and Pug. mo use
I'll wire from Philadelphia" Were
they to be married before, or after?
He wondered. Josephine had a very
puzzling way about her.
He called her up at noon. Come
after dinner" she laughed deliciously
There's a moon tonight, for the elope
ment, Wen pick up your things as We
go through Thirty-rinth Street. Good
! BY, dear, till eight" Something sounded
like kiss, or smack, over the phone
He had several hours on his hands
He sat and smoked What a washou
| the old town was What 4 place. Still
he would never be lonely again. II