The Daily Alaska empire., 1933-02-14

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 "There'l be a train later. Or lean walk. It's only my head tha < is so tired. Exercise will clea that"
 1 I'll drive you" said Leila, over. Iriding all this. My cars jus
 down the road And look here
 could you possibly put me up fol
 the night at Toxeter? I never felt less like South the Water"
 T could, but I think you'd hate
 it. A camp bed, and bread ano
 cocoa for supper. Besides"
 "What?" ~-..- ts : I've got to see your mother to- morrow about some panelling ant I don't much like deceiving her ,
 Leila turned out the lamps and marched Barbara out of the house She seemed determined that nc
 sentimental farewells should bt taken of the place. She pilotec Barbara out to the car, threw the parcel of papers into her lap ano still in silence drove down the road and began to skirt the town.
 You always make me sound such prig," said Barbara, to her own surprise. There were tears in her eyes. And I'm not, really
 You don't sound like a prig You sound steady and steadiness is out of date. And you sound beautiful, and it's not fashionable to have a beautiful voice I don't wonder Farrell Armitage-"
 T wish you'd drive more care fully" protested Barbara in des- peration. You very nearly ran over that old woman
 I've very nearly run over so many old women. Sit tight now, when we're over Upper Mallard Hill I shall let her rip"
 Barbara sat tight. She was not frightened, she loved speed She remembered how Farrell had let her drive his big car and, later, how he himself had driven, his hands sure and steady on the wheel, his eyes sure. and steady on this very road
 Leila was letting the little scar let car rip but this was not speed. This was just going too fast. It didn't give one the same feeling If power the same absolute confi- dence.
 q She was just beginning to realize that she would like to be driven by Farrell Armitage again when Leila shot into Toxeter and drew up at the gate of the new house.
 Barbara jumped out. AS though she had only now received the gift of sight she eyed her house, her unmade garden, the Lodely luggage on the front path (not on the back porch as the garage man had been directed), the ugly wood. en shed in which she worked. Oh. it was all so raw-and she had been so proud of it.!
 You can't put your car any, where, I'm afraid, Lela."
 "I'll leave it out, this once. It's going to be a mild night. I say, Barbara, you needn't worry your good little head about my deceiving ways. I want to dodge seeing mother tonight, but I shall very probably want a chat with father tomorrow. Now let's battle with Judy's junk"
 In spite of Barbara's protests, Leila insisted on taking the larger share of the task. Heartily CUTS ing their weight and complexity, she hauled and hoisted the Lode- ly things into Marks quarters.
 Then she helped to prepare room for herself. By the time supper was ready they could par take of it in an almost intimate silence. The lost comradeship of childhood hovered. Leila, thought Barbara, was nice, she was hon. est, deep down. It was amazing that, when Farrell would have married her, he should ever have preferred anyone else.
 "I'u turn in, Barbara. I'm fright fully grateful to you for letting me be here"
 I'm frightfully grateful to you for not calling me Babs. Judy always does and"
 Judy! She makes me sick!"
 She swung off and Barbara, too tired even to put away the supper things, went to bed also.
 But she was not too tired to dream. Again and again she dreamed it-that she stood in a darkened room and listened to the voices of people she could not see. But she knew who they were.
 Marks voice she heard, and Ju- dy's. Leila and Sugar Canes. Some telling her this some that