Nogales international., 1935-08-10

And speaking of Jane-but they
didn't speak of herl Nor of her
comments - so profoundly true
They didn't speak of Dick either.
Dick, and the part of Ellen's life
THAT Dick filled, was a sealed letter
which neither one of them seemed
to remember. Jane was phantom
that slept. SO was Dick. So, for
that matter, was their own love.
The evenings went on, and the
drives, and the dinners. But there
were certain barriers that they never
jcrossed. Tony never came up to
! Ellcn's room. He always met her at
the curb, he always waited there in
his red roadster. He always left her
lat the front door, with brief and
hurried word of goodnight. And
they never danced together, either.
Ellen knew that she couldn't keep
iup this friendship pretense if his
arms were around her and his body
was close against her body. It was
the short dance, at the house party,
that had - she was sure - pre-
icipitated their last hare-up of
Ipassion. Days went on. Weeks went
ION. They were beginning to learn
something about each other, these
two. Ellen had come to realize that
Fony was not, for all of his In
herited income, one Of the idle rich.
She learned that his money, invested
in the stocks that his father made
worth while, was administered in
the brokers Office in which he was
a junior partner. 1t wasn't only his
own money that he cared for, either
his responsibilities were not small,
when one considered his age. He
rather liked business, Tony told her
once.
"I guess I inherited that liking
from my father" he said simply.
Tony's eyes surveyed her for a
moment, keenly 1t was as if he
were weighing this matter of cause
and effect.
"Your mother was an artist,
WdSl SIlS! llC SdIQJ at ldoI'
"Yes," said Ellen, "she was. That's
how 1 got started in this business
of posing, you know. My mother
and l lived quite by ourselves in
the country, where there were no
models, and so I had to pose for
her constantly"
"Poor little kid" said Tony,
didn't you ever play7" His voice
was gentle.
Don't be sorry for me-" said
Ellen, and she spoke little harshly
because the tears were so close, IL
had swell time. I was crazy
about my mother = she taught me
everything I know about every
thing"
If Tony wanted to speak out Of
turn he suppressed that desire. In
stead he asked another question.
did you ever think. Ellen" he
said, "at any time, that you were
in love with anyone" he faltered,
''anyone?"
1t was the first personal note
that Tony had struck since James
party, and before she could turn to
subterfugc Ellen found that she was
shaking her head in denial.
The days, the weeks. crept on.
Dinner with Tony every night. =.
Ellen was in a strange drifting state.
She wasn't interested in anything
except the moment that brought
Tony to her door. When she woke
In the morning it was just a ques-
ton Of how many hours it would
be before red roadster stood at
the curb with its horn sounding
summonsl
~ And yet as the days went on, it
grew increasingly hard to break the
Barrier between herself and the man
who was her husband. 1t began to
b. forced into her mind that Tony
would never again be the aggressor.
He'd said--on that first morning
when he st her-that he didn't
want half-portion love, that he
wanted it to be real, ard Ellen was
beginning to understand that he
wouldn't attempt to create the