Henderson daily dispatch., 1939-07-18

CHAPTER FORTY


SARAH ANNE had two sensa
tions as Bob Kennedy shook he
by her shoulders. One was a sens,
of exquisite pleasure at his mas
terry. The other was sharp anger al
his insolence. Anger won. She man
aged to break away.
But she didn't say: II hate you
He would expect that. He woulG
want her to lose her temper. So she
would be cool.
THAT was to celebrate what p
she asked.
1T was to give you little sense
You are not risking your neck
again!"
you're my manager She
laughed little.
He looked at her for moment
before answering. II wish was.
Come on, 1 want to talk to YOU"
He took her by the arm, holding
her in firm grasp, and started to
walk toward a soft drink pavilion.
When they were seated, he said:
What makes you think you
must do this, Sarah Anne ?"
II have a living to make"
He shook his head. "You think
it's because you want to go some
where. 1t isn't true. It's because
you want to escape from some
where ?"
Doesn't it all add up to the
same thing?"
She could not tell him that she
was accepting life as best she could,
meeting its demands, and going on.
She did not let him know that she
had decided, in the sky that very
day, that this was not her way to
fight. One thing she had learned
and that was to keep her own con-
fidence and independence.
Il won't ask you to stop jump
ing" Bob was saying. mot just
yet, anyway. You better get it out
of your system. But if you must do
this fool thing, you are going to be
protected I'm getting you an auto
matte parachute"
She shook her head. He hated
her, but he was conscious of her,
which was probably the most she
ever could expect.
mo, Bob. I can't afford one,"
she said. I'm helping Corrinne at
school and we actually are getting
a new car for the parsonage. They
are much more important"
She did not mean to sound vir-
tuous. A moment later she was
sorry she had spoken. So she added:
"And I want so many things-a
silver fox cape and a new wrist |
watch and a lot of coats and-I1
don't want an automatic para
chute"
Bob's face softened. "Silly little |
Sarah Anne. You don't really care
about them, you know"
(Of course don't, she said, but |
she kept the words in her heart.
just want a hut with something
simmering in a kettle over a fire
and lamp for night and the man
I love. I just want you. Not as you
are now. AS you might have
been.)
Bob opened his wallet and took
out crumpled piece of paper. She
recognized the picture as the one
the southern paper had used that |
day. This was a story from her
home town paper.
"Any girl who could make a gang
of kids want her that much could |
have fun in a calico Dress" Bob
was saying. You can't be a CAL
loused jumper, Sarah Anne. You
aren't the type"
People were talking, laughing,
crowding around in the small pa
vilion. The band still played it's
raucous tunes and the announcer's
voice heralded somebody who would
do loop the loops and tail-spins.
Sarah Anne didn't answer Bob. |
She would let him talk, on anc on
and on. And nothing he said could
ever matter because he believed |
that she had written those letters.
Anyway, I'm presenting you
with an automatic parachute I'm
wiring for it at once. You'll wear
it and also one of the Others"
But I can't accept it."