The Detroit tribune. (Detroit, Mich.) 1935-1966, 1936-06-06

81 Ahos AhAo WIN III Ouu WOludD
wasn't the Nancy he knew and
loved.
Nancy my dear you can't mean
you would make an issue of this
case and break off our marriage
You can't do this when l love you
so, you can't. And Jason's voice
pleaded, "Come honey tell me you
don't mean It."
Nancy placed her hands upon his
breast and pushed him away.
81 do mean 1t, Jason, you take
the case and I'll marry you
if not
Jason caught her meaning. He
squared his shoulders, he had
never been brow beaten in his life
and he wouldn't be now. He was a
man capable of making his own
decisions and living up to them.
When Jason spoke his voice match
ed Nancy's in it's cold deliberate
tones.
very we'll Nancy, far be 1t from
me to force my attentions on you.
' thought you cared, but l see you
merely wish to use my love as a
weapon to make me bow and scrape
to your will. l allow no one to tell
what cases l should take or leave.
l consider that" and his tone was
bitter and hard, my business" and
he turned and started for the door,
but Nancy's voice made him turn.
Just a minute Emory, here's
your hat and your-ring."
They stood there pale and tense,
each determined to be the victor
in this clash of wills.
Jason reached for his dat with
low ironic bow.
Thank you Miss Thomas" and
ignoring the ring he left the house.
,, The sharp slam Of the door SEEM
ed to echo and re-echo through the
living room while the clock struck
| nine. Just an hour-and love lay
trammeled and bleeding from the
cruel blows of two stubborn wills.
The quickslam Of Jason's car,
and the starting Of the motor fell
on Nancy's heart like tide top Of a
hammer. How it ached with suffl-
eating pain. She could hardly
breath with this agonizing tight
ness, in her breast.
AS the sound of his automobile
died away, Nancy fell on the daven-
port and gave way to tears, while
the ring that had been the symbol
of all the happiness in the world
rolled from her hand to the floor
Rev. Thomas found her there
when he entered a few minutes
later. With quick alarm he hur-
ried and gathered her in his arms.
why Nancy, my dear, what's
wrong, tell daddy?"
At the sound of her fathers voice
Nancy's sobs grew more heart
broken as she moaned.
"Oh daddy, I'm so miserable"
Pillowing her curly head on his
shoulder he rocked her gently
back and fourth, strangely re-
miniscence of those baby days
when her little troubles could be
cured with candy or a bright new
penny.
He wished he could live those
precious years over. Those days
when he could bandage a tiny hand
and rub and kiss the little bumps
away. Now the wounds would be
deeper, alone she must bear the
ache and the sorrow. He could only
stand on the side lines of life's
parade and cheer as she passed by,
in the radiance Of youth.
He smoothed the shining hair
and his heart contracted with a
fierce pang of sorrow as he thought
OF another head shining, glorious
hair lying cold and silent in grave
yard in old Virginia. One whose
ripping waves had entangled its
glowing strains in the inner most
depths of his heart and no one had
ever taken her place. She had liv-
ed just long enough to guide the
first tottering foot steps of her
baby Nancy. With her dying breath.
she had cautioned him to make
her strong and steady.
Had he fortified her for the
struggle? Had he kept his promise
to his darling Harriet? God knows
he had tried.
A little shuddery sigh and Nam
cy's wild paroxysm Of grief had
passed. Her eyes, wet with tears
met the grave ones of her father.
Rev. Thomas smiled.
well dear, explain the reason
for the tears"
Nancy unwilling to trust her
voice could only shake her head
sadly.
But he insisted.
"Cdme honey, you know this Is
shock to your dad, when he left
you so happy and gay just a little
over an hour ago."
She tried to speak but her voice
choking over the words.
He drew her closer.
us 1t Jason?" he asked her.
Eyes, she whispered"
A new thought enter his mind
did you talk to him about the
Clark case?"
Again she whispered
eyes and then an ~ unah1e 70