The Detroit tribune. (Detroit, Mich.) 1935-1966, 1936-02-08


as well as pleasant. Wasn't he the
cause of her break with Gary
Wharton? Gary the debonair. His
handsome figure seemed to bC
walking here by her side. In re
miniscence she thrilled anew to hi:
magnetic personality. A little sol
seemed to catch in her throat al
she was carried back to thos,
nights in Paris with Gary on leave
Cool soft nights when they strolleC
the famous boulevards, forgetting
the dreaded menace of war. Mere
interludes between battle anC
death.
She would pause and look into
the intriguing little hat and
gown shoppes with their lines OF
ultra smartness Gary would wait
and smile indulgently.
Honey" he would say Just
wait until this COMPOUNDED slaugh-
ter house is closed and we are
married, your Gary will buy his
wife the finest ensemble to be
found in one of these little dinky
stores"
Gary, isn't that darling? So
chic, | think it would be most be-
coming, don't your
"YoT would look beautiful in
rags, Mary"
So hey dreamed, loved and plan
ned.
Mary's hear caught in fright
ened remembrance as she recalled
an air raid on one of their little
Grips. The dreaded roaring sounds
as they scampered to shelter in
the basement of a shelled house.
Gary held her close to alay her
fears. So tender. So sweet was
Gary-then.
There were times when he TAX
ed of America. OF his parents, who
were so proud of their stalwart
son. His lovely home, with its
garden of blooming flowers. Even
his faithful four legged friend was
described in DEATH. TAP" was a
prince Of dogs and would be will
ing to divide his love between the
two of them.
But Gary, she would say,
Your folks will be expecting a
gorgeous creature with brilliant
attainments. One fitted to lead in
society. l know as much about So
cial niceties as Tim Garrity." And
then as if this was the last straw
she would say "And l am so plain.
You see me only through the eyes
of love-"
Gary would playfuly shake her.
"You plain?" With those gray
eyes and lovely brown hair Your
war record alone would make
them bow down in homage to one
so grand. l am not worrying about
that. They I've me, and you and l
will be one. It's just this war. Sup
pose"-and he would stop, as if
ashamed to speak his glomy
thoughts. Then it was her turn to
scold.
None of that, old man pessim-
ist,"
They little realized they could
be irrevocably separated with out
scar of physical battle. The lit
tie green eyed monster has been
known to ride rough shod over
true love. One horrible defect in
another wise perfect pattern.
Then the long expected happen
ed. Gary was wounded by flying
shrapnel and for hours Mary and
the doctors worker frantically
When Gary awoke he smiled at her
teasingly.
Don't worry darling Like cat
| have nine lives and l dedicate
them all to you"
Followed sweet days of conval-
escence when she had him all 70
herself.
Another big offensive and John
Smith came in to be put in a bed
near Gary She was obliged to neg
lect Gary for the new case. John
must be watched constantly. Mary
had to guard even his sleeping
hours. Gary grew fretful. Impati-
ent-jealous. Jealous of poor sick
John. How silly. Didn't she love
Gary with all her heart? Wasn't
she wearing his ring? Didn't he
trust her? But the quarrels con-
tinued. Gary turned sour and sulky
He had changed. Her heart was
panied so she returned his ring.
After years of forgetfulness her
heart still ached when she recall
ed that last quarrel. She was proud
and felt she had no right to toll
crate such extreme selfishness.
Being a nurse she loved her pro-
fession and took pride in winning
difficult cases.
John had needed her. He needed
extra care and she relt it her duty
to do all in her power to help in
tanning into glow the ebbing spark
of life in that splendid soldier. She
foolishly though Gary would stand
on the side lines and cheer heI
courage, but not Gary. The mons
ter-jealousy, was holding in Its
death like talons her Gary.
SO their dreams faded away
leaving mental scars that would
never entirely heal.