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mood but longs instead for the soil
tude of the mountains. So, they steal
away to a quiet lake. The romantic
surroundings cast spell upon the
young couple and they embrace. Each
is deeply moved but, believing the
kiss meant nothing to the other, they
try to treat the incident lightly.
Months later, when her friend and
employer, Clay Saunders, proposes
marriage, March admits she loves
Brent. "He loves you and it's all set
tled?" asks Clay. "He loves me. Pm
sure of that. Nothing is settled in
the way you mean," March replies.
"He hasn't asked me to marry him
but he will" Clay suggests that
Brent may consider the match I'M
suitable because March, a commercial
artist, makes more money than he,
and Brent is not the type who would
want his wife to contribute to the
support of his home. Perhaps that
was why Brent was SO guarded and
alOof when they were alone. March
thought. Assuming lightheadedness
she chides Clay for making things
seem complicated when they are real
Iy simple when two people love each
other. One night when March works
late, Brent calls for her at the office.
Unable to resist, he takes her in his
arms. Then he explains the danger
of marriage for them. 1t was not the
money question alone but the differ
ence in their temperaments; he be-
Ionged to the country and she, the
city. Brent had come to Chicago to
make money in order to start resort
on his grandmother's property on
Lake Kenoque, Wisconsin, but since
meeting March that doesn't seem i'm
pOrtant.
CHAPTER 6
She said softly, "I'll always come
between you and anything that tries
to keep US apart. AS you said, dar-
ling, only this is real. You and to-
gether. It isn't anything we can ig-
more, or pretend doesn't exist. We're
part of each other now. Anything
that either of us thought or felt be-
fore doesn't matter :"
She was more articulate than he.
And he wanted desperately to be con-
WINGED, to believe the things she said.
He held her very close and her near
ness was anaesthetic, deadening his
reason to the flaws in her logic, max
ing him aware only of his love for
her, his overwhelming need.
Once he said, flushing little,
"There's still the difference in our
salaries. 1 couldn't ask you to quit
your job and try to live on what l
earn"
March answered quickly, surely,
"Why should you? I like my job. I'd
be happier keeping on at it. Can't
you see, darling, it isn't important,
any Of it, unless we let it spoil things.
Unless we wait to maryland change
-" She whispered then, pressing her
advantage, Il love you so frightfully,
/ can't look ahead and make careful,
stodgy, sensible plans. If we waste
this. :"
Brent said, "My DEAR" and kissed
her. His voice was so humble it
brought sudden mist of tears to
March's eyes. "You mean you'd mar
ny me at once?"
March nodded, hiding her tears a
gainst his shoulder. Beneath her
cheek, she could feel his heart, pound
ing, pounding.
So many things had gone into the
making of March Allison, who was
March Randolph now, and Brent's
wife. So many EXPERIENCES, SO many
influences had nodded her into the
lovable, the temptestuous, the unpre
dictable person Brent had married.
At their first meeting he had felt an
urgent need to know her better, to
understand her. And he had thought,
during the months that followed, that
he had made some progress toward
that goal. Married, he was to realize
he only loved her. But surely under
standing would come later.
In the meantime, love was enough.
The basic difference in their charac-
tiers and temperaments faded to in
significance in their need of each 9TH
er, the dependence Of each on those
characteristics in the other that were
the complement of his own. March
loved Brent's strength, his consisten-
cy. She, who was as unstable as a
mood, gay or sad, flamingly angry
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