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swerable arguments to prove that
she was wrong.
After they were married he would
tell her all that was in his heart.
She would forgive him for his
headstrong foolishness, he was sure.
And he would spend the rest of
his life trying to make up for all
the unhappiness and pain his AFRO
gance and lack Of faith had brought
her.
Joan was so wonderful! So sweet
and noble and brave and enchant-
ing. Everything was right with the
world since Bob had had that brief
/ talk in Havana with Pat and
Barney.
The taMcab stopped at the Park
avenue addres. Bob leaped out and
entered the building. At the apart
ment door he lifted the knocker
with steady, certain fingers. He
waited with the calmness Of a man
who has found the magic password
to happiness.
A maid answered. Miss War
ing?" she repeated. mo, she isn't
here. She's gone to Memphis"
Bob turned away, soberly. But it
was only for a moment. Immedi-
ateIy he was planning to surmount
| this obstacle. Where would be the
nearest place to get an air line time
table?
loan walked home slowly. She
- had spent the afternoon with
Sara, her sister-in-law, who was
knitting a boucle suit and insisted
on teaching Joan how.
Sara was an efficient and very
proud young housewife. She took
Joan through her home, the sec
ond tour of inspection since Joan's
arrival. Sara was determined that
the other girl should not miss a
single one of the comforts and con-
YenienceS of the new house.
Despite Joan's success in New
York, despite the excitement Of her
life there, she had not managed to
marry. To Sara this fact spelled
failure. If a girl couldn't get hus-
band for herself what did it matter
how pretty and talented she was? A
career-no matter how spectacular
was, after all, a poor substitute for
a home.
Joan was in melancholy mood
as she started homeward. She felt
unutterably lonely on this golden
September day. Crisp brown leaves
shoWered down about her and
cracked under foot Fall-and the
leaves were dying. THE melancholy
time of year"
a Ii the days would be melan-
"A choly from now on, Joan
thought. She would be taking her
place among the women who went
cheerfully about their work, hid
ing from the world the fact that
they loved and were unloved.
She always would be like that be-
cause she could never marry with
out love. And her heart had been
given to Bob weston. Her heart
would always be his.
A taxi ratified past and came to
a stop down the street. Joan, eyes
down, thinking her own unhappy
thoughts, did not glance up. Not
until she heard her name called.
She stood still then, staring at
Bob, the radiance in her heart re-
vealed in her luminous eyes. Her
hands went out to him blindly.
On the swift flight from New
York, with the roaring of the air.
plane motor in his ears, Bob had
thought of a thousand endearing
thingS he would say to Joan.
A thousand tenderneSSes to prove
to her how deep and enduring his
love was. But when he saw her
there were no words. Only his eyes
meeting hers in that dazzled Won
derment. His lips on hers. Joan's
arms about his shoulders. Her tears
and perhaps his-on his face.
For a long moment they held
each other close. These two alone
apart from the whole world The
time would come when they would
talk Of the past in the light of the
joyous present. But not just yet.
All the questions had been answered
for both of them.
Let's get married, Joan. Now!"
Bob said. i
Let's" she agreed huskily,
happily.
But it was Mrs. Waring who had
the final word next day. She was
reading aloud to Sara, Benny and
Bill from the afternoon papers.
Mrs. Randolph Warning an
nounces the marriage of her
daughter, JOAN" she read, ito Mr..
Robert Weston of New York"
There was pride in the mothers
eyes, triumph in her voice. She
paused, touching her handkerchief
to her eyes.
"Oh, children!" Mrs. Waring ex-
claimed. "Oh. I'm so happy"