The Wilmington morning star., 1940-04-18
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Al must see you, Macushla," Ter
ey's voice was saying at the othel
end of the wire. But there was none
of the old gaiety.
Cholly h%esitated, her heart beat
fng uncertainty. But there was only
n sensible thing to do. 1t Woult
be better to part friends, see hin
lust once more, than have the thing
like a sword hanging over bel
head.
".All right, Terry" she told hin
finally. TN see you. But not here
at the apartment"
Have dinner with me?' He
sounded happy that she had MOI
refused his plea. II have to cal
early. Can you make it five this
evening, at M~ontaignes? It's just
Q block from the cafe where l
sing"
Yes she agreed.
want me to come for you, Ma
cushla?'
mo. I'll meet you"
Romany looked at her tearfully
from where she sat mendlng the
heel Of a stocking.
That was Terry, wasn't it?'
Yes" Cholly's face was grave.
"Im going to meet him near where
he works, for liner
Romany cried out in protest:
Darling, you mustn't! Oh, Chol'
~ if Won start hal all over again"
Cholly fastened to reassure her.
Il know what I'm doing, Rooney,
and don't you worry. L haven't
talked with Terry since the day he
cameI into the music store and got
fired. l want to get it over with"
Romany sighed. Il wish You
wouldn't go. But I suppose you
know your own business. Suppose
he drinks too much"
Il don't believe he will" Cholly
looked a little pale. He sounded
perfectly sober on the phone. I'll
have to get dressed to make it on
time"
At Montaignes, Terry waited
outside the door. Cholly saw him
when she got off the bus, hatless'
his curly black hair blowing in the
wind.
Hello" Terry said, a little un-
certainly when he looked up and
saw her. Then, Hello, macushla."
Cholly smiled wanely, wishing
he wouldn't call her Macushla. 1t
was better not to be reminded OF
the happy old days at Indiana L.
when he first began calling her the
old Irish pet name.
You're looking grand, Terry.
She followed him through the door,
"And you look like a million in
the new coat" He glanced down at
the little girl beside him.
At a table for two in a deserted
corner, Terry smiled wistfully.
sIt's been swell reading about
you Cholly. And watching you be-
come famo1s over night. I'm happy
for you"
81 know you are. Terry, and
thanks. It's been a great relief TO
make a little money"
Terry sighed heartily. Don't l
know it. I'm not doing so badly at
the cafe. Not a big salary, but COM
ing in every week.
"I know" Cholly nodded, you've
been sticking to business. I'm glad,
You'll get a big break some of
these days, Terry-with your voice
I've always been sure, if You
worked"
Terry stopped her, leaning to-
ward her suddenly, and she dropped
her eyes at the unhappiness in his
face.
"Macushla, Macushla," he said in
a low, pleading tone, does it really
matter to lou what I've been do
ing? How I'm getting along?"
Cholly raised her head and looked
at him gravely-
why, you know it does, Terry.
TIL always be your friend. No mat
ter what you do, I'll always wish
you well. Hope for your success
"Friend?" Terry smiled crook
eddy. rs that all, Cholly? That's
what I must know. Is there never
any hope that you could forgive
me? That you could love me
again?"
Cholly shook her head slowly.
mo, Terry, that is all over"
"All over Terry said slowly. 81
never thought I'd ever hear you say
that and mean it, Cholly. After the
way we've loved each other"
Cholly's eyes filled.
IT'S going to be hard to tell yol