The Ypsilanti daily press. (Ypsilanti, Mich.) 1928-1962, 1940-10-18
Loue Without Music
CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT

CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
BILLIE ANNE'S words seemed
to inger in the air. to pose them
selves above the table as she fin
tshed speaking:
Maybe I'm prying. but Rob
ert s crazy about you and I've 9
bunch you like the lad. If you do
well. If you do, why don't you dc
something about 1t ?" Billie Anne
had said.
What should 1 do" Linda
asked, but her eyes were soft green
lanterns and her white face was
flushed and eager.
You might let him know YOU
came out to the bridge. That would
help. Or you could be sorry he's GO
ing away. Anyway. there he is in
the door. It's up to you now"
Linda turned. Robert was COM
Ing. He was so tall. so strong look
Ing, so carelessly gay in spite of
the mud-spattered clothes he wore.
She felt again the lift of wings, the
-n'areh-ef music she had senseci that
first night he had come to her
apartment
She saw the sudden gladness in
his eyes when he saw her.
Linda! What are you doing on
this train ?"
Her voice did not waver and her
eyes did not falter as they met his.
Il came up last night-early morn
Ing, rather-because I heard you
were in danger"
He sat down, and Billie Anne
slipped away He reached across
the table and took Linda's hands in
his. You cared enough to come ?"
"Of cou -se"
He studied her face. not believ-
Ing. But"
Because She was close to tears,
she tried to laugh. I've been so
dumb. Rob. The night you passed
me on the steps l was going with
Ronald to keep Sarah from marry
Ing somebody else to spite him"
Whatever Robert was about to
say she did not know, for the train.
which had slid into the tunneled
approach to the station, had
reached its destination and news
paper men were coming on board.
Robert spoke in a low voice. II
don't want to get you into all of
this. Can you duck out the other
exit? I'll see you at seven tonight.
And | might be earlyi"
Then he was gone and she was
finding her way back to her chair.
collecting the wilted hat. gloves
and overnight bag She teeh-a-es,f,
to the club, managed a quick show
or. and put on her rose dress and
the cartwheel hat, changed her
compact. lipstick. money and odds |
and ends from the black bag to a |
large white one, and found white |
sandals and gloves to match.
Riding to work on a cross-t town
bus she wondered if the other pas
sengers heard music in the air.
too Maybe they didn't. II they did
surely there would be stars in their
eyes and laughter on their lips.
The morning went rapidly. Some
one from the district attorneys
office came to see her and tell her
she would be wanted as a witness
the next week.
But I may not be here, :" She an
swered before she thought.
I'D better report the matter to
he chief" the man said. by the
way, old man Parrish took the ele-
'ator down to get himself some
irops for his heart that night.
Didn't want anyone to know for
ear he'd lose his job. so he kept
till Nice OF young Barton to find
lin good job <Aghere his wife !
ould be On hand. too
Where is the job ?" Linda asked. ,
nd the music in her heart grew a ,
title gayer
AT his club, believe. Now that
he murderer has confessed. the G
ase Will be relatively easy. It's a
lore or less a matter of proving c
hat Miss Nevins was unbalanced r
t the time Of the shooting" b
The afternoon went more slowly
han the morning had done, and at s
We o'clock Linda closed her desk. :
at on her hat. and left the office. c
he was out on the street before
he remembered that Robert did h