The Kennewick courier-reporter. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1914-1938, 1937-03-25

All, lidt WHdt tucs always
say" the girl said with break In
her voice. "And then they forgetw
"I'll not forget. All, you're so
sweet" he said, with his lips
against her forehead. And then,
stony, we couldn't just run away
from it all?"
'.NOt from Bendy and Bruce and
Cliff and Aunt Meg. no. They've
all hoped too much for me, done
too much for me. 1t wouldn't be
fair"
Its like. a terrible dream that
we're together now - that you're
safe in my arms here, Tony-and
that tomorrow that ache for you
that ache for you, will begin-and
there won't be any cure!"
mo matter where we are, no
matter what happens, well always
belong to each other, Larry. won't
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you'll always be what you are
now, TOny-the only person in all
the world for me-"
sand you for me-" she said, In
a voice she tried to hold steady.
'I'll always be glad, we had this
much. Larry. This Is something
this Is more than / ever thought
I'd have" ....
1T doesn't seem possible to say
goOd-by," Larry presently said very
simply. Tony stirred herself against
his arm. drew away.
LET me look at you, Larry"
They looked gravely at each 9TH
err: the tall, lean brOwn-skinned
man, with the high-bridged nose
and the deepset eyes, and the girl
In her white frock and brown coat,
with her dark hair disheveled and
her blue eyes set in delicate cir.
cles of umber, and fringed with
dark lashes that were frankly wet.
ITS good-by. my DEAR" said
Tony.
He put his arms about her, and
for q long minute she lay against
him, and felt his kisses on her lips.
"Youll forgive me, Tony, for ever
letting this happen?"
"Ah. II you'll forgive me! I let
It happen. You didn't"
my wife!" Larry whispered. And
Strengthening herself In her seat
beside him again, the girl repeat
ed 1t with her wet eyes shining.
"Yes-nothing will ever make me
anything but that, Larry. The WON
an that was meant for you"
he touched the starter, turned
the car on the short brown grass.
They drove back into the city. and
at the door Of the newspaper Office
Tony said only another half-audi.
BILE "good-by."
She went up to her desk, stop.
ping to hang up her hat and coat,
straighten her hair. Her face
looked odd to her; 1t was white.
The newspaper Office was very
quiet at twelve o'clock. Larry was
meeting Caroline and Ruth for
lunch and to do some last shop
ping. A truck would call for the
trunks at FIVE o'clock; they would
put their nightwear and their books
and hairbrushes into their hand
bags tomorrow morning, and the
apartment they were abandoning
would be full of cheerful converse
ton.
And so down to the big white
ship, and through the pleasant
furry Of passports and finding their
staterooms with the. clutter and
confusion Of the waterfront all
about them; with the bay steamers
pouring soft whistles into the noon
air, and the salt water Shaping
idly against the piers
She seemed to be hearing his
voice again. feeling the tightening
Of that big arm about her shout.
ders; she seemed again to see the
brown face and the high-bridged
nose. and the movement Of his
brown lean hand when he took Of
his glasses to look at her
Tony crossed her arms on her
desk and put her head down upon
them. Waves Of bitterness and
longing broke over her, and reced-
ed, and strengthened to break over
her again.
Yawning, a call boy came In to
arch himself like a snake over q
telephone. No. the managing edi-
tor wasn't there yet-the city edi-
tor wasn't there yet. Ring back.
please.
he dawdled away, and Tony fat
tened the curiously assorted notes
on her desk; brought her heavy
eyes to them. She picked up pen.
Q
"cMrs. cambridge Fosters an.
nouncement Of the engagement of
her daughter, Mary Barbara, was
one of the surprises of an unusual
~ gay season. Miss Foster, debu-
tante of last winter"
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