The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1934-03-09

away the ten t0lng8. She laid the
chops for dinner In their pan and
put two potatoes over the flame to
BON and prepared . salad. In the
next room, now that Marcia and
Gerda were gone, she could hear
the steady elack Of John Harmon's
typewriter.
She had had . bad fifteen min
utes, but now that she was alone
she 70 q a d that she was oddly,
coldly detached. Her hands did
things mechanically. Her mi q d
worked In much the same way.
Drew Was engaged Drew was
going 70 b married ). in June !. !.
70 . girl named Janet That
ought 70 end everything. settle the
whole foolish situation once and for
All-but It didn't. Any more than
her marrying John Harmon had
ended everything-settled anything.
This feeling that she had for Drew
Was something between Drew and
herself which nothing else could
possibly alter or affect. There had
been . time when she had felt that
this wasn't 20. when she had
thought that surely the love she
had for John Harmon must COM
pletsly destroy the desire that she
had for Drew Armitage. She had
chung to this belief pathetically and
now she relinquished L with =
dumb sort Of pain-but relinquish
It she did, for she knew now, whom
she faced the fact Of his marriage,
that nothing was changed. TIL t
nothing-not John Harmon, nor tho
girl in Chicago. nor Drsw's utter
and unbroken silence-could alter
the feeling which at the mere mem
ton Of his name possessed her.
Suddenly she felt tired and hor-
ribly lonely. She knew . great de-
sire to 60 to John Harmon: 70 tell
him everything. and solacs and
comfort and forgetfulness in the
pressure Of his steady arms, blot
out the memory Of Drsw's hot, de-
mandine kisses with the sweetnssa
Of John Harmon's tender ones; and
thus n abandoning herself 70 the
eentleness Of John Harmon's love
gain release from that other, and
less worthy emotion.
She crossed the room and threw
open tho door % the study. John
Harmon was bent over his type.
writer. his hair rumpled, his eyea
tired, but his smile. weary though
Il was, WAS full Of welcome.
sHello. Stan. What the dsvil'l
the matter3 You look completely
fagged-those women too much 9o1
you1s
Looking q him sitting there
worn and Enthusiastically fagge<
himself, Stanley knew suddenly
that she was not going 70 tell hin
anything-not now, ct least, whel
b WAS % obviously IN nsed q res
and food and relaxation himself.
sJust about-and you've worket
quite long enough Tor one day
How's e goingfs She motioned :,
the pile Of manuscript he he'd piles
up since lunch.
sIt's going 6ns.s Jshn Harmo,
sat back In his chair and ran hi
fingers through his hair. his eye
shining through their fatigue. NV
caught something this time, Stan
~, sometAing real and warm M
pulsins. It'e the sort Of thing
used 70 dream about doing-anl
then deserted for the other, 70,
know. The clever situation, ID
amusing phrase. That sort Of thin,
- can't got away from i sntirsl,
I'm not SURE ] want to-but f.
rolag9ted % where 4 belongs. r.
20 longer Tho end and aim d n
writing. Ny people are real hi
time, Stan, they sacrifice . lot
eleverness, . lot h brillianee-bu
they're human h nm N M
through
sI'm glad. John Harmon. gla
Dennis was right, glad shs had q
courage . tsl)s you, glad you ha
tho courage g flnd yourself agail
Lie ISN'T always % simple . that
She torned abruptly and went boz
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