Evening star., 1935-08-17

whisper, tense and trembling, close to
Eer ears.
Betsy, ! love you. You've got to
get over this business of retreating
into your false pride and pretending
you don't care any more. You do
love me, you know. 1t sticks out all
over you like RASH"
He smiled, and it was the old Mar
shall again, working his magic on her,
winning her back with his gay young
grin, his dark eyes catching her up
and kissing her. The arrogant though
entirely lovable Marshall whom she
had laughed with, confided in, Scolded
gently, even bullied a bit
Suddenly she felt like crying be-
cause all these warm, precious, vital
things had gone from her life. She
was glad that she had put mascara
on her lasheS that morning, as she
always did when she was afraid that
she might become fearful during the
Gay. She couldn't cry with mascara
on her lashes. But for all the effort
she made to control herself her chin
trembled perceptibly and big tears
magnified her eyes. She held her
head high over the blue organdie bow
tied saucily at the hollow of her throat
and forced careless smile to her
lips. She got to her feet.
There were many things she wanted
|. to tell Marshall, all the bitter, burning
things that had been locked in her
heart these last few wretched days
But instead she said, casually:
you'll have to excuse me, Mar
shall. Terry's probably waiting i'm
patiently at the door
Betsy! don't want to hear about
Terry. want to talk about u.s."
She didn't answer as she fumbled
in the desk drawer for her pocket
book, for the manuscript that was
finished now, ready to be mailed. Her
face was half turned away so that
Marshall wouldn't see that she was
about to cry. She couldn't hold the
tears much longer They stung
against her lids as she walked away.
Betsy"
But Betsy was through the door,
hurrying with a quick little clatter of
slim heels down the long, shining COR
ridorS.
She ran breathlessly across the
sidewalk to where Terry was parked
at the curb in his new cara small
rattletrap Of car, ragged and flap
ping as to top, with mangled tenders,
h 1nnco toa
and back, faded white letters where
some former collegiate owner had
painted a wise-crack She got in the
seat beside him and tried to laugh
gayly as the screech of the ancient
gears grated on her ear drums.
Her hands were desperately twisted
together in her lap now. There was
a dull. throbbing ache in the back of
Ter head, and she was fighting hard
to hold the tears in her eyes. Terry
mustn't know what had happened.
She couldn't bear him questioning
her, staring at her, trying to say
something light and forced to hide
his sympathy. He mustn't know that
bravely. despite everything in her
that had cried out for Marshall, she
had walked away and left him I.
left him forever.
We'll" said Terry, pouting like
small boy. aren't you going to ask
me about my job?"
As the light changed and Terry
swung Anastasia around the corner,
Betsy caught her breath and said:
Tell me about your job, Terry. You
know want to hear all about it,
His young face beamed. My job"
he began Importantly, "is the nuts.
Not the plain, homely peanut variety,
but the hoity-toity cashew kind. I
walked into Coolidge Field. rammed
my National Guard rep down the
throats Of the top men and walked
out Of there with a 500-bucks-a-
month job as test pilot"
Five hundred a month. Terry,
you mean year, don't you?"
He turned his blond head His
eyes assumed singular f1Mty of re-
gard. MY good woman, do look
like young man who would work for