Henderson daily dispatch. (Henderson, N.C.) 1914-1995, 1939-06-12
CHAPTER NINE

TT WAS Judith who had driven
past the hospital, and her wide
brown-gold eyes had seen the two
who came down the broad, white
steps together. She stepped on the
gas, let the speedometer mount to
70, rs, 80. She wanted to get away
from herself. Not in the sky to-
night. Jack was up there, would
be there always for her now.
SO she raced down the night and
her thoughts would not stay be-
hind. So much had happened today,
and yet-nothing, nothing at all.
That was the irony Of life. Why
couldn't a bugle blow or curtain
fall when something ended or
something began? Why did events
suddenly take shape from the fog
or mist?
It had happened that morning,
when Jack came to meet her for
lunch. His face was jubilant and he
strobe on his own clouds. Because
he must confide in someone he had
taken her hands and held them as
ne said: I'm to manage the air.
port! And we're starting the
SCHOOL," He broke off ruefully. "It's
every fellows dream, but I let my
self go into tailspin of double
whoopee. You're a girl, you may
not see it"
She interrupted, indignant, then.
II do see it! Don't I fly? And now
oh, now, you won't be going
away" She hadn't meant to sound
so reverent, so grateful, so adoring.
Hadn't realized that she had until
he looked at her quizzically.
you're glad?"
More glad than I have any right
to be-" That was meant to be said
with laughter, but the laughter
didn't come. So the words stood
out, clear and distinct, as though
. sky-writer had inscribed them.
The tall young man looked at
her seriously, questioningly. Then
his voice became coolly impersonal,
as though it did not know how to
respond. "Shall we hunt place for
lunch ?"
Lunch had been quiet meal in
large restaurant. There were peo-
pie everywhere, but no one talked
much. Judy and Jack might have
been any two people at table for
two. A boss and his secretary. A
brother and sister. A husband
and a wife who couldn't think of
anything to say, or couldn't see the
need Of saying anything. Certainly
there was nothing to make the
waiter think that the girl had told
the boy she cared for him more
than she should. At least, so Judy
thought, as her car leaped down
the miles.
Jack had been busy all after
noon, going over charts and maps
and contracts. She had idled the
time away at a movie, looking into
shop windows, wishing it was time
to leave. Then, when Jack met her
he shook,his head.
Zone more matter to take up
The conference is called for eight
It's a good night and the trips
short. Can't we wait over?"
In the afternoons excitement
she thought her admission hac
faded from his mind. She was re-
lieved and began to talk and laugh
again. After all, couldn't he think
he had misunderstood?
So they had gone to dinner, at
small. dusky restaurant, this time
where blue candles burned low or
tables covered with yellow clothes
and there were booths, discreetly
hidden from the other diners. Ever
now Judy didn't know how the SUBJ
5ect had come up, why it had beer
necessary to mention Sarah Anne's
name.
But after while she couldn't
misunderstood that baffied, young
hurt look in Jacks eyes. Even his
words didn't surprise her.
Judy, you're one Of the two