Nogales international., 1934-08-04
Nosv 90 ON aith the story.

looks at her the pltl1ul little SeCiSl VI neA
love for Page is revealed to him.
Nozy 90 ON qvith the story.
Day dawned at last and the sun
rose misunderstanding mocks at
human misery.
1t was shining in the kitchen win
dows where Amanda, with her sleeves
rolled up, was cutting potatoes. AS
she pared she sang:
"Take me up an set me doWn
Spang in Heaven-town!
Take me up
go de Lawd, Miss Nancy, yo
done startled me!'
Nancy had appeared Unexpectedly
upon the threshold. 1t was early bu,
she was fully dressed for the street
and wore a big hat that shaded her
eyes.
Mandy, I'm going out want
something. Can l have cup OF coffee
now?"
Il reckons so, Miss Nancy; done
made it already"
Nancy sat down in a kitchen chair
and took the big cup from Mandy
hands. The coffee was hot and golden
brown; Nancy slipped it slowly, watch
ing the deft brown hands at work.
Take me up an set me down
Spang in Heaven-town,"
sang Amanda, pausing now and ther
as she tipped the slender slices oi
potatoes in the boiling fat.
GTo1.~ .~.n ~, az ma doxr7r
Where dem angels keeps my crown
Oh, dere amt no moths up dere,
! Oh, dere amt no rust to spare,
Where dem angels shines my
crownl'
Nancy choked down little more
hot Coffee. Amanda, looking up,
caught her in the act OF setting the
cup aside.
"Heah, yo' amt a-goin', is yo'? Yo'
didn't drink half dat coffee. Deed,
Miss Nancy, you'll get malaria, yo'
sho' will"
But Nancy was already gone. In
the path outside the door she turned
and flung Amanda smile over her
shoulder. 1t was a pale young smile
that seemed near tears.
1t was very early in the morning
and the street seemed to be flooded
with light. There was old Major Lo-
max standing in his garden. Nancy'S
heart sank, she hated to meet any one
but she had to go that way.
Hello, Nancy, going on a jour
ney?' He was looking at her satchel
Just for a little while" she an
swered hurriedly, "how's Angler"
Still living here. Better come in
and see her." he advised, his eyes
twinkling.
Nancy hurried. II can't come in to-
day, but-give Angie my love, please"
she faltered.
The major chuckled. "Think I'm
a carrier pigeon, eh? Angie and l
saw Roddy hurry by last week-What's
wrong? He never looked at us, Nan
cy, went by like shot
Nancy felt a thrill of fear run
through her. Did the old man know?
She must not betray Roddy, she had
saved him so far, she must not fail
now. She swallowed the lump in her
throat.
He had to catch a train, that was
all" she explained gently, I'm sure
he didn't see you."
Nancy hurried now. She had told
Richard not to come for her, to wait
at the station. She thought it would
be easier to go there alone, but it was
not; it was harder every minute. Then
suddenly she saw him waiting for her
quietly, standing at his own gate.
He seemed to loom up there, not
the figure that her fevered dreams
had conjured-as a child dreams of
the bogie-man-bu Richard, tall and
strong. The same face, too, not hand
some like Page Roemer's, but with
something in it that frightened her.
Yet his eyes were warm and glow
ing now and-yes, they were kind!
Il couldn't let you walk all the way
there alone, Nancy" he said huskily,
clasping her hand a moment and let
ting it go again, "I've felt a beastly
coward, not to come to tell your ia
ther and mother, and take you off to
a church like a mani"
You did what l asked, Richard" i"
she got her voice-at first she thought
she couldn't-aild they walked on to-
gether. Once she raised her eyes and
gave Richard a sidelong look, and she
was stricken by it. Again she saw
how he loved her and it terrified her.
1t was like meeting something mighty
and irresistible. She was wicked. !
was wicked and sordid thing to do
to 3 man who loved her
"There's Mrs. Faddon," said Rich