Nogales international., 1935-05-25

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assurance in his voice. as well as
passion.
You don't understand" she said at
| last, in answer to that proposal
You don't understand al all what
Pm trying to say Men? In my lie
men are just transients. They'll al
ways be Just passers-5y :"
/ The boys arm was around her,
| tight, There's one nan" ne sa q
who won't be transient, or passer~
by, in your life"
| Ellen repeated again from the forn-
nla. She shut her eyes and said over
the words that she had said. not SO
very long ago, to Dick. After all"
she said, and she repeated the words,
parrot-like, after all, what's the .ad-
vantsge; OF, marriage as it. concerns
me" II
| 1t was almost light enough now for
Ellen to see the hurt look in the boys
eyes. Almost, but not quite She
said hercely in her soul that he hadn't
any right to look so hurt. This atti-
| tude that she was taking-surely she
| felt the pain, OF it as much as anyone
| And then, too, she was saving him
| After ALL he said slowly, mar
fried to. me. you wouldn't have to
work; you know. Or to worry about
financial things. Or-babies mot if
you really didn't want 'ern. And you
could have all the privacy in the world,
in the biggest apartment on Park
Avenue-married to me. you could.
How do you get that way p =, e.
Ellen laughed. although there was
no 'mirth liz her. -.
"You sound" she said, ,"like mil
lionaire! How do yon get that way -
/ In his rumpled Pierrot suit. with
his jaw squarer than ever above the
detected ruff the boy made answer.
His tone held a certain bewilderment,
a certain diffidence. ~.
Il forgot" he said. Chat. you didn't
know my name. Odd. isn't it? To
be arguing with q girl, trying to sell
her your own especial brand Of mar
riage, when she doesn't Know your
name. I'm - my names Brander.
Tony Brander. Anthony Rrander,
and you know what he stood for, was
my father. am a millionaire, YOU
see :. L got that way because my
father eornered sugar, once!"
Ellen's eyes grew wide. Her mind
was Confusion OF words: At first
the boys halting speech, didn't regis
ter. 1t was still just slice OF un-
reality. But when the confusion be-
gan to clear. she experienced a direct
sense of something that was almost
anger. What right had he to think
that dollars mattered? What earthly
right? She wanted to say, what
difference does money, even a mil
lion, make i" To say, ''I'm crazy
about you. We belong together
| Take me in your arms" She wanted
to say This is real: Money. isnA
! It's only gold and silver and engraved
/ paper It's just something you use in
shops. You can't use it tobuy love.''
She wanted TO cry. This is the an
swer to all the l.alf-baked things I've
been telling myself for three years" "
| She wanted 10 say, fooishly. So
that's the reason you're SO sunburned.
Palm Beach, instead Of building roads
and digging bitches" She wanted to
say. Il love you!" Just that ioaie
yon.
But she said instead, very aippantly,
"4And so you want to be my sugar
daddy? That's it,
All at once the boys, voice was a
creScendo of feeling. Almost the taxi
driver gould have heard what he was
saying. through the closed. shatter-
proof front window But the taxi
driver Wasn't extraordinarily inter
ested in this tall Pierrot, in. this slim.
small page. He was yaWning. and
; wishing for coffee and wheat cakes
and fried eggs.
The boy said -" $.
II want you to marry ms toDioyrogV.
I mean when it's actually morning.
I'd be afraid to wait--7to marry you in
the ordinary. way. after an engage
ment and showers and parties and a
bachelor dinner' I'd be afraid to lay
plans. because you'd slip out Of them.
| wouldn't dare take a chance. That's
lwhy want you to marry me. and to
do it tomorrow AS soon as pos
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boyishness had vanished from t.
broke off. And Ellen, with something
akin 10 desperation. fought for words
to say: Not even the boy. laboring
as he~ was under the spell OF a vast
emotion would ever reach the depth
that Ellen had reached! /.
, It was perhaps the very breathless
agony Of those depths that made El-
len realize how necessary it was for
her to talk. To say something
something brittle. if she must--that
would fill this awful aching gap
She made what was probably the
hardest effort OF her lite to speak
calmly.
Better take me home, Tony" she
said. And. yes. her voice was com.
pletely steady. And then go home,
yourself. And thiak this thing out.
You've got to think it out, you know.
For if it all seems: mad and impos-
sible tonight, it will seem more mad,
and more impossible TOMORROW. I'm
not denying the way you feel, or that
| it's real to- you. But it may be just
| the way you're feeling ncee. ! know
you're not just having fun. / didn't
ever mean that. You probably feel
just as you do. this minute. I'm sure
that you're not giving me IA buggy
ride.l Ii we should happen to see a
chapel right now, and a minister in
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