The Waterbury Democrat., 1936-12-17
YELLOW MOOlV
BY BRADFIELD ANGLER
Copyright Ledger Syndicate

She showed her napkin on the table. Her eyes were bfimming with tears. With him. .. With my father. I'll bo crazyl" She ran from the table.
 Rex Mundy left the house and stood for Q moment in the court yard. His face was black -stubbled and older. He was tired. He was grimy. He had not changed or bathed since the dust storm. His clothes were fiIle1 with powdery dirt. He looked down and saw how group of peonies had taken on a yelloWish hue.
 Feet came pattering from the die rection in which he had come.
 Rex"
 He turned wearily.
 You can't go on like this"
 He looked full into her blue eyes They seemed two blobs of color nothing more. They, her white face her 1.-the body, none of her seemed real. For once, he knew he could study her without emotion. But he had no desire. When he spoke, even his voice did not seem to be bis.
 T always have gone on, without any help from women"
 Please, I .. I'm sorry about about. :" She stopped. She said simply, Al was grand"
 Yeah"
 Isn't there something I can do?"
 "What?"
 Cant I take his place, Hitler"
 You take his placer" His voice strengthened. Al would have gone through heaven for me. Yeah. and hell. Al would have died for me. Diedi That was the most Al could do"
 She wanted to throw her arms around him and hold him close. In- stead. she put her long white fin- gers on his arms. Her eyes sparkled.
 Rex. :"
 DO you know why Al gave his life to save you?" Mundy asked. Because he suspected I loved you, that's whyl"
 Don't. Oh, don't" Her voice broke. Not even Fang could tor- ture me like this. think of my father upriyer. think of you here" ," .... .... His Eyes Opened ... ....
 He seemed to be seeing her for the first time. Something about him softened. Don't get the idea that blame you for anything, Jean," he told her softly.
 "You-- you don't?"
 How could I blame you2 You were just trying to get help to your father. I'd have done the same thing If I'd been in your place" His voice dropped almost to a whisper. "The last thing Al said w-waS, Don't blame her, Chief Why, I couldn't have blamed you, anyway"
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 Her eyes were bright with tears. He tore his glance away. A lump was pushing up in his throat. He felt weak, cornered, exposed. He wanted to be by himself, where no one could see or hear him, she least of all.
 Now gol" he burst. Leave me aloneW
 A slight breeze from the direc- tion of the rude homes of the native workers carried with 1t the odor of ban oil. sizzling chicken, wheat paste, bizarre Chinese vege- tables, tea and the smell of wheat straw burning in mud stoves. She turned that way. v
 Bill OToole appeared. He brought out for Identification the Chinese who had wandered into camp that morning. It was Gee Ma, right enough, she say. His blue cotton trousers were torn and muddy.
 Honorable father has not yet Gee Ma hissed rapidly when OToole left them alone for a moment to attend to workman who had been injured. "Also learn Marshal Fang has many enemies"
 Yes, yes. How did you ever manage to reach here?"
 T hear you this place. Manage to steal one of Marshal Fang's auto mobiles" He added with some phide, T chauffeur in Shanghai once upon time"
 But there aren't any roads you can drive autos on in this part of China" she protested.
 There be road" Gee Ma cx- Dlained patiently. Marshal Fang has widencd regular road from headquarters town to where IS fighting. He has two, three auto mobiles that railroad bring close nearby fro soldiers. Duststorm hide marks this one make when l