The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1936-05-04
CHAPTER ELEVEN

DETE had his answer from Linda
- when he looked into her eyes,
lowered before his steady gaze, but
not before he had seen them mist
with tears. Then, for the first time,
he understood that Linda loved him,
but not with all her heart.
Linda had given him her affec-
ton, but not even a small measure
of the love that he had for her. At
that moment he was not sorry to see
her go. He wanted her to be away
where he would not have to see her
and have the consciousness always
with him that he could not have all
Of her, and he could not release her
from what he had.
He drove her to the railroad sta
ton and the train that would take
her away. and they found few words
to say to each other.
Linda wanted to tell him things
that she found herself too inarticu-
late to put into words. Pete knew
what she wanted to say, and he
didn't want to hear it. She was 60
ing away and taking all his happi-
ness with her, but neither of them
could find a way to make it grace
full. Silence was their only means.
Pete stood with her for moment
at the steps of the car. His dark
eyes looked long into her gray ones
that met his steadily, and the lines
deepened around his mouth.
"TOOD-BY, darling he said.
~ Write me about how wonder
full Hollywood is, and I'll send you
sour grape letters"
She put her arms around him. and
pressed her head to his shoulder
"Good-by, Pete, don't ever forget
me. I'll always think of you, and
I'll write you the minute I arrive"
Forget her? Pete asked himself
II it was possible when, that night
and many other nights, trying to
forget her, he sat and labored over
the play he was to call "Remem-
brance."
And Linda, speeding west, thought
of Pete and missed him and knew
that she was going to miss him. But
Linda lacked the quality that makes
1t possible for other girls to put peo-
pie away in cozy pigeon holes where
they can be brought out again when
time and circumstance are ready for
them.
Once before Linda had faced
something that was important to
her, and put it behind for all time
There had been Dix, and now there
was Pete. She had not been fair to
him. Selfishly she had taken his
love because she needed it and be-
cause she had cared for him, but
never the way that he deserved.
Thinking of him with her eyes
closed, she thought how many
women would give Pete the kind
of love he offered, and she felt a
little sorry for herself that she
couldn't feel that way. Well, it was
ended now. She had been selfish
too long. She would not try to hold
him any longer with vague promises
of the future. She, Linda Bourne,
was on her way to a career in a
place where anything could happen,
and she must BE free and leave him
free for What might come.
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HOLLYWOOD! Linda closed her
Il Il eyes and tried to picture its
fabulous appearance.
She had moment of longing for
Newton, the dusty. ink-sweet smell
of the Blade Office, rising from its
shadows, when she arrived at Los
Angeles on that late March after
noon, alone and little frightened,
and went direct to a fashionable
hotel she had heard of.
She dressed in a simple evening
gown, dined in lonely splendor in
the main dining room, lingering
over her coffee. She felt so alive, so
young and so lonesome. If only
she knew one personl The letter
from the Commonwealth Century
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