The Ypsilanti daily press. (Ypsilanti, Mich.) 1928-1962, 1941-10-10
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- ASSOCIATION

You're my friend. You help me
You fuss at me. But love-not with
you, Scottw Unfortunately, she
smiled.
Immediately Scott Hamilton got
up and slung his napkin upon the
table. 80 it's ridiculous And you
laugh. o. K. Stick to Tate and
learn what a really ridiculous love
is" The back door slammed behind
him.
Spellbound, Ylena sat for Sec
ond without moving. Then she
wrenched open the door and sped
after Scott. She called to him, but
ne paid no attention and continued
to walk swiftly down the lane.
Hampered by the long skirt, she
nevertheless kept running. This
was the first time he had been
really angry with her, and she
didn't like it. Hamilton's retreating
figure was getting far ahead Of her.
She called to him again, but he
was out of her lane now, trodding
swiftly up the highway toward his
Aunt Daisy's ranch. Humorously it
flashed through Ylenas mind that
she had spent large part of her
first evening at home, running. She
loved Tate, yet ran from him. She
didn't love Scott, yet ran after
him. She called out again.
Scott, If you don't wait for me,
I'll follow you clear home and tell
Aunt Daisy how you've treated
me-"
He stopped then, walked across
the ditch and leaned against her
roadside fence until the girl caught
up with him. She scrambled across
the weed-lined ditch and sagged
against the whitewashed railing,
trying to get her breath.
THE way I've treated your" he
queried with sarcasm. did it ever
occur to you that Aunt Daisy might
not like the way you're treating
her one and only nephew"
Storm clouds shifted and the
moon suddenly shone through
brightly. Ylena looked up into her
companions face, a set face with
cold, unfriendly eyes. A totally I'M
familiar Scott. She put both her
hands about his upper arm and
bowed her head against them.
Don't be angry" Her shoulders
were shaking.
You'd better go home, Ylena.
It's frosty out here. You're SILVER
ing"
I'm not cold" she said again in
a mufled pleading. please don't be
angry with me-"
He realized then that she was
sobbing. I'm not, Ylena. Stop cry
ing"
Her head was still downcast.
Scott, you're right. / am an awful
fool and l know I'm wrong. But I
just can't help it. II you just knew
how feel when he kisses me"
Il know exactly how you feel"
Instantly Scott whirled her into
his arms and held her so tightly
she scarcely could breathe. No lon
ger sternly contemptuous, his
mouth had changed and was soft,
warm and devouring as he kissed
her. Just one demanding, appar-
emily endless kiss. Eventually he
released her with such force that
she lost balance and was thrown
against the fence.
"Of course l know how you feel
when Tate kisses you. Exactly as 1
feel when l kiss you. But don't
worry, Ylena. You're safe. I'll
never kiss you again until you ask
me-and you will ask me-" He left
her then and swiftly headed toward
his aunt's ranch.
The moonlight faded into abrupt
darkness and Ylena no longer could
see him. She couldn't even hear his
footsteps on the pavement. She was
completely alone, in a hushed. de-
serted darkness. But she suddenly
noticed that she had stopped cry
ing.
ITO Be Continuedl