Evening star., 1933-06-18
By BETTY
WALLACE
ENGAGED

in the Navy"
The tears sprang to Bernadette's eyes.
oh Harryl I was so Unhappy about
your coming home. II thought we'd be mar
ried and y-y-you'd find q steady job"
He shook his head.
mot me! I've got steady job-sailing. And
I don't believe in marrying girl who"
His fingers were rough and cruel on her
shoulders. His eyes bored into hers.
Damned if you aren't looking-relieved!"
knowledge swept into her This was reliefi
This was suddenly light and joyous feeling
surging up in her. She was glad! She was
astounded at herself yet powerless to keep from
saying, Wen call it quits" And her voice was
cool and controlled as she said it.
IE backed away. His eyes narrowed 70
[ ] Sits.
Letting me of, huh? Breaking the news
So that guy on the steps"
ut has nothing whatever to do with that
man on the steps last night Berna6-tte said
definitely, knowing that she lied. "It's simply
that will not marry . sailor I've had enough
waiting in my lifetime. Besides, you were the
one who"
"Boloney!' retorted Harry inelegantly. Il
know stall as good as the next one. And
don't care much see? I'm not gonna %
drydocked for nobody Don't want to be two
timed either I'll get over you, kid. Lots OF
but I'll get over it,
Harry turned on his heel and stalked out in.
dgnantly, and as he went he slammed the
door harder than was really necessary.
With him went dream that Bernadette had
been nourishing for quite awhile; but some
how it with strange sense of relief that
she saw it vanishing
AS she turned to go back upstairs she thought
of his parting shot-"Iu get over it." Well,
so would She In fact, she was over it already
had been for about dozen hours. But tho
other the new thing-that she would never
get over
Monday morning almost never came She
opened her eyes to it after vast voids of time
had crawled by.
She felt slightly foolish dressing so carefully.
But then-she filed her nails again, brushed
polish over them. Two hairs were brazenly
growing back below the careful arch of her
left eyebrow. She uprooted them savagely.
In the magnifying mirror, held close to the
window so that the early morning light would
fall full her face, she saw that she could
not possibly improve on Nature further
When she opened the Office door she was 80
minutes and 40 seconds late. Mr. Morrison
was standing over her desk
Good afternoon" said he THAT must have
been a bang-up date last night"
ut wasn't" said Dette. I'm sorry I'm late.'
She laid aside hat and coat He saw with
qualification that she wore the smoky blue dress
again.
Every time I'll see that dress hereafter.
said Bill, "I'l remember our wonderful Satur-
day together. And the memory viii embolden
me to ask for another Saturday-or a Thurs
day or Tuesday-anything-
Bernadette dropped her eyes and fooled with
the papers on her desk
Which is it, Mr.. Morrison" she asked de-
murely, Saturday or Tuesday or Thursday?"
He opened bis mouth In amusing astonisn-
ment.
No! You can't mean it! Are you serious?"
She smiled down at the papers her ewes nos
meeting his "Of course Why not?"
But what about the boy friend?" Won't
he care? I'm hoping he won't, but want to
De fair I-am-a very strong believer in fair
play, and you warned me that you were-prac-
ticaly engaged"
Practically" said Bernadette But not
quite In other words, it's all off,"
"All off? But"
He wanted to be sailor," she explained
as lightly as her pounding heart would let her.
And wanted husband I could be with every
day of the week"
"still want that kind?" Bill asked, his hands
reaching for hers.
She raised her eyes, now to his And again
1t happened. That explosion. That bright
roman candle shooting off into the night That
'"nihiils Vi Hlllon StarS-that singing OF
trillion love songs-that dizzy dipping of her
heart into the tops of her low, small pumps.
What kind?" she asked, family
The kind that can be with you every day
"Y-y-yes."
He grasped her shoulders very firmly HIS
eyes were laughing, his voice was a triumphant
roar.
Then get on your hat Dette. From here
to City Hall you are practically engaged"
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