Henderson daily dispatch. (Henderson, N.C.) 1914-1995, 1938-12-17


every time we meet. / am very
happy about the Columbian award.
Happy for you. think you deserve
every dollar Of it,. !, But that has
nothing to do with you and me" "
Sara Sue wasn't going to let
Bob get into a balmy mood, if she
could help it. Men are much more
difficult to handle then, if you are
by nature kind.
Jaw, but listen, Sara Sue-didn't
you hear what Sanders just said i?
He said-he said it was all right
He congratulated me. You MUST
have told him something, didn't
you? Come on, this is no time for
teasing!"
She sighed heavily. a
I'm not teasing"
"You are"
I'm not, tell you. II don't
want to be flip about it, Bob, you
know that. 7 wouldn't hurt any
body's feelings for the world. But
did not say would marry you"
well, you can say it now, can't
you? Grea-a-at glory, Sara Sue,
I'm crazy about you! You know ]
am" ~
II ought to, by now" She said
it resignedly,. looking beyond him.
"Then let's get married. Hunh i?
Listen, kid" Bob's voice
and. manner changed abruptly
then. He dropped almost to a whis-
per, and pleaded as earnestly as
he knew how.
Sara Sue knew that he was in
earnest, too. She could tell. Most
of the time Bob TOwne was blus-
terry, noisy, peppery. But Sara Sue
was wise enough to know that
such an outward manner often
covers a fine sensitivity. She had
long ago known that it did in Bob
ToWne.
His softer urging, therefore,
stirred and hurt her more than his
buster. She had just forced her
self out of one emotional expert
ence, had just stopped crying be-
cause she had to turn T. j. San
ders down. It may be fattering,
she was rejecting, but it is also
nerve rending to have two young
men offer you their hearts and
souls in the same half hour. Espe-
cially if each is a go-getter type
full of energy, strong. She just
could not maintain her pose OF
crusty bantering; the tears came
back into her eyes.
And the tears-surprisin
the trick.
Big Bob Towne, no spiritual fool
even if he was football man, was
pleading as earnestly as he knew
how land I'll work for you an6
slave for you, honey; honest will
I'll be anything you want me to be-
Til have this money-Tm going tc
ask T. j. to stand up with us
should I?-and it'll be enough tc
start us out. If you'd rather I fin.
ish school, I will; but honey,
wish you would marry me at once
and = aw-w-w-w honey!
S-Sara Sue! -cryingr
He had concluded in "a bare whis-
per. He looked into her eyes fol-
several secondsI She was silent
but he had his final answer.
Slowly he took handkerchief
and blotted her tears. He pleaded
no more, spoke no more at all; il
fact, never in all his life thereafter
did Bob ToWne mention this mo.
ment to Sara Sue again, never die
he again mention, f1ippantly OF
otherwise, that he had loved her
wanted her, yearned for her az
deyotedly as he knew how.
They had been sitting together
even as she and T. ]. had beer
sitting together a few minutes
ago. Bob put his hand under he1
elbow, helped her to rise. Then he
patted her shoulder ever so gently
That was all. They started walk.
ing toward the ballroom. A hula.
balOo there assailed them.
When a dance floor has more
than 300 people on it, in all the
varying stages of hilarity and mo.
ton and happiness and noise, one
more. man shouting frantically
is not likely to be understood or
the opposite side of the room. Boz
and Sara Sue paid little attention
at first. But then the orchestra
stopped, heads began to turn, anc
words began to be clear. The
shouting man was moving, anc
waving a hand.
SARA SUE WAIT,
TELL YOU! WAIT!
LOVE YOU MYSELF! AMI
=. 10
The utterly amazing proclama-
ton startled everyone into silent
attention.
Sara Sue began to hear, to un-
derstand, to recognize him. tits