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Anne, look at me-
Her throat felt stiff and dry.
'Oh, Barry, please! We've been
such good friends. Don't let's spoil
it."
"Oh-spoil i'll" The warmth
died out of his face. He looked
stung and hurt, and suddenly tight
Tipped. .'
Sorry he said CURLY. II must
have got the wrong idea. | thought
well, it's been rather nice, going
around like this, I had a feeling. . .
a hope 80. it was getting to mean
something to you, too my con-
ceit,, probably"
The words came jerkly. He look
ed up suddenly. "See here, is it be-
cause of somebody else, or just By
cause Pm myself?"
She shook her head. "There isn't
anybody else. And 1 hate to hear
you talk like that. Barry, isn't it
possible to like-to be awfully fond
of somebody without-'
"Not for you and me-" Barry
looked at her modify, ~softening be-
cause she really did look unhappy
about it, and because she was so
~lovely-so damnably lovely.
"All right" he said, and forced
a smile. 1--WE won't Let it spoil
things. It's lot your fault if I
don't make a hit with you. But
don't think"-he reached out and
laid a firm clasp on her wrist
don't think that I'll give up with
out an everlastingly good try
She would not look at him.
Couldn't he see that he was tearing
her heart out? Its NJ use, Barry,
I like you awfully, but"
Don't want to be liked" he said
savagely. "I'd want you to be just
as crazy about me as l am about
you. I'd never be satisfied with
just possessing+ want all of YOU
All of her! She felt desolate and
a little frightened. 1t occurred to
her that no matter what came to
her now-love, friendship, trouble
she would always have something
to hide.
A restless week crawled by. An
other, fiat and un~interesting, trudg-
ed stolidly as its heels. The days
were just days, one of them Plodd-
ing stupidity after another. Barry
still came down to Trails End, but
he seemed always to be on his way
somewhere else.
Playing around with Barry was
dangerous, but letting him go left
a blank emptiness. Anne worked
violently, indoors and out, but the
zest had gone from it. Warmth
and color had gone.
The day had not been of the kline
to encourage a stiff morale. A hot
wind had been blowing in from tht
desert for hours. Anne sat for (
while beside her tinkling little
creek.
miss Anne, are you out there?'
Coming, Martha. Anything
can do?"
81 wish you'd do up that package
Boone's going to stop for. I've lef1
some paper on the table"
Martha had left a sheet of news
paper spread out for her. Ann
looked down at it, idly.
A heading caught her eye. I
was a Los Angles paper, and i
was two months old. She Leaned
ever the spread-out sheet. Their
she was very still.
To Martha, out in the kitchen
there came the sharp sound o:
tearing paper.
"Oh, Martha, I've torn this
Have you any more?"
The voice was careless, but he
eyes were brilliant with excitemen
as she came to the kitchen door
She tied the package up swiftly
and then vanished into her owl
room. The newspaper went also.
Once behind a closed door sh
spread it out again with shakin;
fingers. She read again, more care
fully this time, scanning each wore
for some hidden meaning. Relic
was creeping all through her, warn
and lovely.
Thank God," she whispered
II don't have to be afraid of that!
The last words were shaky.
Mustn't get hysterical.
When she came out a few nao
ments later there was a Tilt in he