The Waterbury Democrat., 1938-12-09

me" He added, ~YOure looking beautiful"
 Don't, Dwight"
 sBut I mean it. You're like a. like cool, soothing hand. The way you look is reStful. Lovely. Friendly.
 She laughed uncertainty. They drove for a few blocks, and then she said, we oughtn't do this. We might"
 Might run into someone who knows US, eh?" His voice was bit ter.
 After all-" she said.
 "Narrowminded fools!"
 Judy's knuckleS were white on the wheel "But you are married, Dwight. And I'm engaged"
 "That doesn't give dirty gossip 8 right to take pot shots at us."
 "But-but-"
 "Oh, know, I've taken you into my arms, kissed you. guess it sticks out all over me that love you"
 You don't love me, Dwight" she said. You're just lonely. You've had bad Shellacking, you're angry with your wife" She parked the car where they could look out at the water.
 Wife! She's getting a divorce" Dwight said.
 "Yes. I told you, she's going to Reno"
 Judy remembered Cary Tenants narrow, predatory eyes, the aquil1ne cut of his nose. She said, I'm sorry, Dwight.
 "Why should you be sorry? I'm not. It was a mistake. Right from the first. We were never meant for each other. She's a spoiled, rich, selfish girl; and I'm a hardworking man who must maintain difficult discipline"
 you're not maintaining it now, are you? Neither one of us. Yes, Dwight-thats true. The Navy has 8 stubborn discipline. They'd be hard to explain to if-if they ever" That's making a mountain of 8 molehill," he said impatiently. Our personal lives are our own. What I meant was that Marvel threw 8 it every time I had to go to sea. I don't know what she'd have done if there had happened to be major fleet ex- ercises-if I'd have had to leave her for months at a time" Just how much does your career mean to you, outside of getting ahead?" Judy asked suddenly. Out side of the glamour and the promo tion-what is there for you?" "Glamor?" he repeated. Precious little glamor in it. And if you mean do love the smell of sea air, and the bucking of a destroyer in heavy I weather, and all the other poetical and half-baked stuff ensigns spout I why-so, of course not. It's 8 hard life, and a narrow one. But it has it's compensations."
 Getting to be an admiral?" she asked. '"The taste of power-four starred blue flags and being piped over the side and twelve gun salutes. That what you mean?"
 That's glamor, too, and precious few ever get it."
 "Stil1, it's what you mean, isn't it?"
 He did not deny that. She said thoughtfully, "You don't really love it. You could live without it. It isn't everything to you. You dread being passed over, and yet if you were, il wouldn't be a tragedy. You're self Esud6cient, Dwight. and sooner ol later your ambition would shape it. self into some other career"
 How did we happen to get talk ing about this?" he asked. Lets talk about the moon"
 T was thinking" she said. "JuSt thinking. Do you know, Dwight. my father collects books naval engage
 aents, full-rigged ships, the old Iron Navy-even sea shanties and ballads. He"
 And I suppose" he broke ir acidly, That Hanley collects dirigi- ble history"
 "He does" she replied quietly "Airships from the first balloons through Count Won Zeppelin right up to Captain Lehmann'S book"
 Because I don't, I'm not"
 "No.' she said quickly. 'No, that's not what meant. Its just-oh- you don't understand"
 'I understand this," he said, and reached for her. She cried. Please don't, please don'tl" She felt sud- denly so ashamed, so spoiled. How