Nogales international., 1934-09-08
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kride-and afraid of him.
Nozv 90 on aVith the story.
Nancy" again he took a step
toward her, what is it? what has
happened? You got my letter! You
She waved him back and, unable to
speak, sank weakly into his swivel
chair and burst into wild and passion
ate tears.
The storm Of Nancy's passionate
grief spent itself slowly. She lay help
lessly in the old chair, her face hidden
in her hands, and her whole slight
frame shaken by her sobs. :,
'Nancy, what is it? Tell me-
he pleaded. II know you've been
away, your mother told me SO. You're
in trouble--what can it be? Let me
help you"
She lifted her head slowly at that
and looked at him. ''You can't help
me-ever again!" she said in a choked
voice.
He caught at her cold hands and
held them.
"You love me, Nancy3"
Her white lips moved without
words. She disengaged her left hand
from his and held it out. On the
third finger the new gold of her we'd
ding-ring caught the light. He stared
at it, uncomprehending, then some
thing changed sharply in his look.
Nancy, what do you mean?"
"It's-my wedding-ring."
He rose slowly to his feet, staring
at her, his young face turning from
red to white. He had never looked
more boyish, more as she had always
known him. Nancy's lips twitched and
she set her white teeth hard on them,
winking back fresh tears.
care you crazy, Nancy?" he gasped.
She began to move her hands rest
1essly, pleating the fold of her skirt
and pressing it down.
''Do you remember where you went
Saturday morning, Pager"
He frowned. what on earth has
that to. do with it,"
"You went to see Richard Morgan
about half-past eight o'clock in the
morning, didn't your"
He tried to collect his thoughts, still
dumfounded.
Il suppose I did. Yes, didl"
81 was there, Page. I heard your
voice-it-it was after that"
Good Lord, have you married Nor
GAM"
She nodded, without looking toward
him.
There was a terrible pause. She
did not lift her eyes to Roemer's face,
but she was aware of it. She could
feel his eyes on her.
Then he walked across the room,
drew forward a chair and sat down.
He sat there for a while before he
spoke. His voice was hoarse and
changed.
"There's no one on earth to force
you to do anything, Nancy" he said
slowly, there's no reason on earth,
that l can see either, unless you want
ed to do it. Morgan's a rich success
full mani congratulate you"
She had not expected this. The
irony in his tone cut her to the heart.
Here, too, she was to meet, not SYM
pathy, but condemnation; here, too,
she would get-not bread but a stone |!
He had hit the nail on the head, too,
hit it most horribly. Money, money
how they flung it at her
He caught her look of misery, of
appeal, and sprang to his feet. "Nan-
cy, you don't love hinl-you never
She did not answer that. She. wa
vered, standing weakly, not looking
toward him.
"You love me!' Page Roemer cried,
She swayed, her first impulse to re-
sist overwhelmed, beaten down by her
weakness, her head dropped back on
his shoulder and her eyes closed. She
felt his kisses on her face and she had
no strength to resist them.
"You love me-" he repeated hoarse-
1y, "and you've married him. Why
why? l can't understand-Nancy, tell
me-you must tell me the TRUTH"
u can [ tell you, she whispered
brokenly, "don't ask me, Page, I
can't"
His face flushed darkly. "You can't
tell me why you married Morgan?
What can you mean?"
She stirred, trying to disengage her
self Let me go, Page, it's-oh, I
can't tell you!''
But his arms frightened around her.
He saw her misery, he was deter
mined to wiring a confession from her.
page, Fve-I've got to go homel"
she gasped.