The Detroit tribune. (Detroit, Mich.) 1935-1966, 1936-06-06
(By ALMA BEAN Lovingly

Jason slowly released her hands
his eyes had a look that somehow
resembled evaporation.
Listen dear" he said, please
don't let these people talk you in
to asking me to take Clark's case
it would hurt me to refuse you.
why must you refuse, Jason? p
she answered, "its almost a racia
duty"
His voice was trifle impatient
as he replied.
Duty, duty of race, why do they
look at me every time that phrase
is mentioned. I'm getting fed VI
But JASON she insisted, you
could do it for me and dad"
He shook his head.
"No-Nancy, if l thought Joe
Clark was worth me running my
career for I'd do it,"
What about his poor old moth
err" she replied softly.
Has Joe been such a comfort
to her, dear" he answered.
Nancy We all know Joe's a
wastrel-no good. Don't you think
dear its unfair to ask me to toss
away a splendid future, not only
for us honey girl and his voice
dropped to loving whisper as he
added, but for our children as well
to fight a life already spent in
drunken boisterous living?
Nancy's heart ached with keen
disappointment.
You're being heartless Jason,
she said sharply.
And you dear are trying to in
terfere with something you should
leave entirely to my judgement"
said Jason, quietly, placing his
arms around her in an effort to
soften her hurt.
But Nancy jerked away, she was
sounded and disappointed. He
couldn't love her and refuse. If
she was willing to accept him with
out this glorious future, he should
be proud to show his devotion to
her and her father.
81 do believe you're selfish" she
said.
you don't think that Nancy"
you make me think so, Jason.
I've heard them say you were mer-
cenary, and 1 laid it to jealousy.
but now"
You believe it, l suppose?' he
asked her and caught his breath
quickly as she answered.
I'm forced to think you're as
they say, selfish and mercenary.
l can't understand you Jason.
How can any man turn his race
down for such a reason. / grant
they are not always loyal, yet, no
one who fights for the down trod-
den is eyed forgotten. If God ap-
preciates and pays the dividends
why worry about the glory Of the
world" She shook her head sad
ly, "It's all so dross, Jason and I'M
worthy of your splendid character.
Joe Clark maybe worthless, but
his life is as sweet to mother Clark
as yours is to your dear mother"
Nancy raised her eyes to his face
with a tender smile, "Once more
Jason won't you co this for roe?"
Jason's lips drew into a straight
line, his heart wavered, he was
hurt and panied by Nancy's words,
but that stubborn streak that had
made him cling to decisions when
its seemed a useless and futile
thing to do, made him shake his
head. He was determined not to
throw away this chance for the big
things Of life, in order to show
Race pride.
If the times in the past when he
had given unstintingly of his time
and talents to help his people did
not suffice, he could do no more.
He remembered the battles he had
fought, to break down the deep
rooted prejudice in Carsilie.
When he had fought, that the
Negroes might enjoy better living
conditions. The times when he had
taken the battle all alone, to put
colored candidates in offices, so the
race could be represented, Hundr-