Henderson daily dispatch., 1938-04-02

"An right. But what makes you
think you rate SO much with herr"
Darling, darling, when you
grow up" The cab swept on and
Barbara carried with her, the pic
ture of Natalie, white-faced, on the
curb. She called her at once from
the Office. She explained gaily
how she had been picked up.
"I thought so. Barbara, stop
worrying about me. Not anything
that man can do would upset me
any more. AS for his visiting
authoress. you may rest assured
she was very pretty"
One thing remained In Bar
bara'S mind. Natalie might hate
Jack, but she loved him. too.
Whatever his charm had been for.
her years before, it fingered. And
he wasn't worth it. Why his heart
had dozen compartments and he
could keep them all occupied at
the same moment.
Love that dared all things, be-
lieved all things, hoped all things,
endured all things-love that re-
manned straight and true and hon.
est was. something Of which. he
had not known, something Of
which he could not write. Sud-
denly. she. knew. why. his. books
were so brittle and superficial. He
could not write of things which he
could not feel. She felt sorry for
him.
"Now these outlines for the
dancing rabbits series," she unused
to herself, "are lovely and sincere
and the youngsters will love the
pictures. Maybe I can rhyme the
outlines"
She wished, though, that she
had taken the subway. She would
avoid Jack in, the future. Then
she lost herself in her work. At
noon she had the Office boy bring
her some soup and a salad. AT
five o'clock she bought a book
which she knew Garry wanted and
had not read and started to walk
to his apartment house. She had
been there for tea several times
during these two months that he
had been back, for dinner once or
twice.
The funny old servant let her in.
Mister Page is watching for YOU"
Then there was Garry, white ,
faced with bandaged head. but
smiling gaily in his big arm chair.
Excuse me for not rising" he
said. "But you put me in my
present state.''
ooh, I'm so sorry"
He stopped laughing. 'Bar.
bara, how soon do you think you
could manage to marry me?''
Marry you 2" She had waited
for these words and now that they
had come she could only repeat
them. 80
Marry me, my sweet. I've been
holding my breath so 1 wouldn't
suggest it until had something
to offer-maybe the play viii iell
with the public and maybe it won't
but oh, honey. -
{ Garry darling, what does the
play have to do with it OF course
will"
Paradise wasn't a marble citv
with spires and a golden gate. it
was a brown living room and a ,
mans strong arms. Then she.
drew away.
Into the security and peace Of
Garry's long living room where a
log burned brightly in the immense
fireplace, and yellow peonies. too
large for anything but a brass
bucket, kept guard by the hearth.
a fear came stealing into Bar.
bara's mind. There was a cloud
on this happiness. =. She groped
to find it. She sat down on q has
sock.
Jimmy Minton," she said when
the fear materialized.
Garry looked at her in surprise.
What made you say his name %
She tossed back her bright hair
and pulled the hassock nearer his
chair. Listen to me. my bandaged.
Lochinvar, you've got to do sonle-
thing about that man! He threat
ened to get you once-I don't
know, Garry, why I'm afraid OF
him, But am
Have you been hearing the
cock-eyed threats he's been maxi
ing?" Garry asked slowly.