The Daily Alaska empire., 1933-01-07
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Ou OuSlit UO lldVt SOlle IL tllt udy you divorced him."
 Guess ought"
 Well, please do,' he requested And while we're on the subject, there's a heap more of his junk that must go. That bureau, for instance, that he bought for you on your birthday"
 Next evening the bureau had vanished from the drawing room. The furniture had been re-arrang- ed. Her obedience to his wishes gave him twinge of compunc- ton. As she joined him, glancing up like little dog for his approv- al, he drew her to him.
 The return of the iewelry was unfortunate It stirred up Dicky. He wrote Santa, protesting. He wrote again; when she refused to answer, telephoned her.
 Listen, Santa Those things are yours"
 Not any longer, Dicky."
 But I gave them to you"
 "Clive hates to see me wearing them"
 Then you told him about our meetings?"
 She hung up.
 His persecution, which she had hoped was ended, burst into a new vigor He bombarded her with letters, telephone calls, even telegrams.
 Sooner or later, as in the days when her divorce had been pend ing in Chicago, he would take to waylaying her.
 When the encounter happened, it was almost relief.
 A tang of spring was in the air. The hour was eleven on a brisk morning, gilded with sunshine. She had crossed to the Park. when she was conscious that she was being followed. Glancing across her shoulder. she discovered him al- most at her elbow.
 70, it's you" she said simply.
 If you don't want me, I'll go." He removed his hat and stood bareheaded.
 You know I won't want you, but you're looking i'll, Dicky.'
 Rather to be expected"
 They struck out in the direction of the Metropolitan Museum.
 At last he broke the silence.
 I'm heart rt-broken."
 You ought to be-
 They had reached the steps of the Metropolitan. She held out her hand
 'Is this all you had to say, that couldn't be written
 There's more"
 I'm sorry" she murmured, but to me you're dead'
 "Deadl" He groaned as if she had stabbed him.
 She tripped up the steps. Before she entered the Museum, she turn ed. With the disconsolate air of a homeless dog, he stood gaping after her. This proved to be the first encounter of a new attack.
 Give would have had to have been blind not to notice that there was something far wrong with Santa. She betrayed her condi- tion in surreptitious ways. Where as formerly they had read their correspondence together, now she rushed to sort the mail before he could steal glance at it. If the telephone rang when he was at home, she would jump up breath lessly.
 For me, expect"
 When it wasn't, the relief in her voice was apparent.
 Tedious evenings. Futile over lures, trailing off into silence. Santa rose languidly.
 My head aches, darling. Tn off to bed.' Closing the book of which ht had read scarcely a line, Clivt caught her hand. .You shouldn't broider SC much. You try your eyes. Yol never did till we lost our knacl of talking" Have we? Don't be long il following Tearing herself from him, witt the swiftness of a doe she dis appeared.
 With stealth Give made his es cape. As he reached Lou'Lou' theatre the audience was dispers ing. Lou-Lou greeted him witt mockery
 Whats Dicky been up to late ly?"
 He related all he knew. ] Two and two make four" sh, nodded "Dicky's been moonint