The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-05-25

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 Pete was busy with . couple of truck drivers for q moment or two, and Molly was eating her last bits of pic when hc came back to her.
 "Now what were you going to tel me?" she prompted. "some. thing nicer"
 "sur-re!s said Pete, Something swell. Two sold the lunch cart and I'm going away" He said t all in one breath.
 Molly set her coffee cup down and stared at him. He picked Up the plate and took deep breath.
 "Why--I--I didn't know you wanted to sell" said Molly at last. "Whore--are you going?"
 "A friend Of mine is cook on . freighter going to ftaly--and he says he can got me . job as ass sistant," Peto decided he could tell her that much of the truth anyway. "So thought I'd make c trip or two with him--just for the fun of 1t, of eoursc." Pete hastily added.
 "This place will seem--funny, with you gone" said Molly, "i-i don't believe I'll cat here any more
 
 taste the same."
 "oh.ho!" said Pete, "so it's not me--it's my egg sandwiches you're going to miss!"
 "We-l.il," considered Molly, you sort of 70 together"
 "Then you will miss me?" per. sisted Pete. Somehow he had to know, oven if he couldn't do any, thing about 1t.
 "Ye-s," admitted Molly very slowly. 'I--I guess I will miss you "a little."
 "How about changing that little to--a iot?" "Why?"
 Moily's challenge brought Pete back to earth. Why, indeed? With no decent job and no money, why should he Do talking to Molly like that? If she knew the truth she would probably walk out of the lunch cart and never speak to him again.
 "Why?" Pete grinned with an effort, "oh, I dunno" he said care- lessly, "just because l wanted to see what you'd say, guess." "oh!" Molly slid off the stool. Well, I better be going. Thanks for the dinner and---and good by" Good my?" Pete swung around the end of the counter, "Gee, don't say that! I-maybe I'll see you again--gome day" IVY Maybe" agreed Molly iistlessIy, "Y0u never can tell--" PETE WATCHED HER | fAHWsy sNNN aulaunO
 Pete watched her out of sight, with his mouth shut in a grim, hard line. Losing the lunch cart was bad enough, but losing Molly was infinitely worse. He hadn't realized 1t would be quite so bad. If only he had been on the level with her. instead of talking so big: but even if he had told her the truth. he couldn't ask her to marry him.
 Glumly, Pete went into the small cubbyhole where he had been sleeping, ard began slinging his few | possessions into Q battered black handbag. In the morning, Joe Burke who had foreciosed on him, would be down to put . "cIosed for Improvements" sign on the door. WGAs &1Hnk uh0 bVlu ukxu tO snow up at the ship around o'clock # he wanted a Job. The ship sailed in the morning and wouldn't be back to New York for several months or more, according to l Hank,
 Pete sat down on the edge of his cot and rolled a cigarette. Months away from Molly. Months when he would never catch glimpse of that cocky little green beret perched atop those mahogany col- ored cuFIs.
 When the cigarette had burned to a stub he crushed it carefully under his heel, pat on his hat and went out, after first locking the lunch cart door behind him. There were employment offices. He would try them. And there were several Festaurantg where he know people. They might set him in. p6fe's bllthe but kuneIess whis- tla mingled with the traffic sounds rerhaps things weren't so bad after
 by ( o'clock Fess had ehanssd his minG again. &Ix employment offices and four restaurants had
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