The Washington times., 1937-12-10

other men, those hard-eyed, arro-
CANT, Observation-Disclosures, who
trained around with Leila Winters
and her crowd from the near north
side. Ruth knew all about them
for she had gone with them for a
few brief weeks when she had first
come to Chicago.
She had believed that Morry was
different. They had met on train,
on their way home from a weeks
holiday in the north woods. Their
destination was Chicago and he
had offered to drive her to her
small apartment.
SECRETLY ELATED
Ruth had been secretly elated at
the suggestion and accepted. When
he had asked if he could see her
the next evening she had hesitated
a moment, then agreed. She had
liked his steady brown eyes, his
quiet manner, his flashing smile
and keen sense of humor.
That had been two months ago,
and it had been a perfect two
months for Ruth. She had seen
Morry nearly every night, and they
had spent their Saturdays and
Sundays together, golfing, motor
ing, riding horseback in the parks
in the early mornings, and dancing
until late into the nights.
They had been standing in the
hallway outside of her small apart
ment. She had unlocked the door
and turned to say good night,
when it happened.
Without warning Morry had
seized her in his arms and kissed
her, not once, but many times.
Kissed her roughly, passionately,
unforgiveably, she felt-again and
again.
PosSessive kisses which awak-
ened sharp memories of those
other men. Fresh from her dis
tasteful past which she had been
trying hard to forget, Morry'S ar
rogant assumption of possession
had angered and unnerved her.
She had freed herself finally,
her eyes flashing and her face hot
with color, but it had taken her
q full moment to find her breath.
"Oh!-you!" she cried. you're
just like all the others. You're no
different at ALL"
She flung herself into her apart.
ment and slammed the door furi-
ously after her.
She never wanted to see him
again never Yet in the
same instant she remembered
their date for the next night and
wondered with a sinking heart if
he would make any effort to keep
it. or if this were the end of
everything between them.
This was the one thought which
had possessed her though the end.
less hours of the night which fol-
lowed and the still longer day.
Would Morry come back? She
felt hurt, cheapened, but her
mind, body, spirit strained to-
wards him.
ANGER GONE
Her anger had gone-she only
wanted to see him again. His
friendship had made life sweet
and precious and thrilling and the
thought that she had lost it, sick
ened and overwhelmed her.
The clock struck eleven and
when a night clerk answered from
the Hotel Newbright, she asked in
q cool voice:
SIS Mr.. Morrow Duline in his
room?"
She was amazed at how casual
her tone sounded. Never before
had she phoned a hotel and asked
Il a man were in his room!
She had been brought up to
think that men should do the
phoning, the pursuing. But what
die it matter, anyway. What did
anything matter if she had lost
Morry?
There was a brief wait, and then
q crisp voice informed her that
Mr.. Duline did not answer.
Ruth hung up and at eleven
thirty she phoned again. She con-
tinued to phone at half-hour in
tervalS until one, but the crisp
voice invariably gave out the same
report. Mr.. Duline did not answer.
At one-thirty Ruth grew in
Sistent.
IT wish you would send bell
boy up to the room. I am very
sure Mr.. Duline is in. He may be
sleeping or his phone may be dead.
I am anxious to get in touch with
Mr.. Duline on an important mat.
ter"
The night clerk was plainly
growing bored.
He did not appear to feel that
q bellhop could be of much serv-
ice, or that there was any likeli-
hood that Mr.. Duline's phone
might be dead, or that he could
be sleeping.
She waited until o'clock, then
snatched up her coat and hat and
ran down the stairs to the front
entrance of the apartment build
ing. A solitary taxi was cruising
by and she motioned to the driver.
Take me to the Newbright Ho-
TEL" she said.
NOW OR NEVER
Her face was flushed and her
heart was beating fast. She must
see Morry tonight. He surely