The Kennewick courier-reporter. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1914-1938, 1937-04-29

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fond nf ynu!"
In that last phrase she was ad-
dressing the fireplace; she laid her
cheek against it. She had helped
him build it.
"Du we need a fire." .sr. q
eye will, as soon as the sun
goes down. We might as well, for II
they're coming the rooms bound to
seem cool"
"You know, Tony" said Joe, on
his knees with logs In his long
brown hands, "you were bound to
run into something like-like what
you did run into. I wouldn't grudge
it, If I were you"
"Grudge it?"
yep. l wouldn't let myself re-
sent 1t, feel that I was out Of luck
falling in love with a man couldn't
have. If you hadn't done that you'd
have married one Of those fellows
in the office. Did you ever think
of that?'
She was in the deep leather chair,
watching him seriously.
~ suppose that's So"
sIt's so of every woman like you;
It has to be so. You were young In
lots Of ways, old In lots Of ways,
eager and impulsive and mad to live.
You just had to run your head into
something"
II wonder" Tony said. frowning
family, looking away.
"You changed for Larry; you
grew up. You were-well, like those
pictures in Bendy's book, when you
first met him. You grew older and
wiser and lovelier."
"And better and more beautiful?"
Tony suggested in the pause.
"You know It's true. You're one
of the successful women Of San
Francisco now. You're certainly one
of the loveliest."
"Joe." Tony began, after pause.
He flung down an armful Of logs.
"Shoot."
'sDo you suppose a person ever
could come to be glad of-of any
thing like that-like what hurt me
and Inundated me and made me
hate myself and every one else?"
81 think" Joe said. standing pant
ing on the hearth, looking down at
her, II think that's just one of the
things one might be glad Of"
"a la Browning" Tony suggested.
"'Then welcome each rebuff that
turns earth's smoothness rough"
''Exactly-a la Browning. And a
la every one who ever really grew
up. Larry's never really grown up.
you know. and neither has Caro-
line"
Tony was not listening. Her
eyes, fixed In reluctance and appre-
tension. were looking straight
through the eastern windows toward
the stretch Of farm road that
curved to the highway a mile away.
"Companyl" she exclaimed dis
gustedIy.
"Oh, hell" Joe said simply.
"And I don't know that car. and
1 don't recognize that man who's
driving"
Its q chauffeur-there's man
and woman In the back-damn!"
Joe said, looking over her shoulder.
They turned toward the terrace
door and together went out to meet
the visitors In the car.
Its Larry" Tony said then.
Larry and Caroline" She dropped
a suddenly cold hand to meet Joe's,
warm and hard and waiting. I'm
In for 1t now!'
The newcomers descended; there
was little laughing confusion Of
hand-clasping and kissing on the
terrace. Larry was heavier than he
had been. Tony thought, but as
handsome and brown. as shrewd Of
gray eyes as ever; Caroline was
at the peak Of her exotic and star
Ting beauty. In dashing black and
white, with a great scarf tied I'M
der chin. gauntlets with haring
cuffs. a great silver fox skin linked
about her shoulders, and Q hat
about six weeks In advance Of the
mode on her satin black hair. she
instantly made Tony. In her brown
pumps and pleated skirt and sweat
er, feel like little girl.
"Tony. luck to find you here r.
Larry said. II was going to ring
you up tomorrow"
Did he mean It? Or was he just
a little confused? Tony could not
tell. She was only overwhelming.
" conscious that the dreaded mo.
ment had come: she was speaking
to Lawrence Bellamy again.
"You didn't let us know" she
stammered. .s.. ,s.e..
"You must both lunch with US to.
morrow" said Caroline.
"When'd you get in. Larry?" This
was Joe.
"Just this morning. We hadn't
been In an hour before we tried to
telephone, but they said y0u
couldn't be reached nv telephOne.s