Henderson daily dispatch., 1942-04-21

tons with those tOO-VtVtd word pic
lures of Larry as he had been dur
ing the interval Of separation. She
was glad to be finished with break
fast and move into the guest room
and begin packing the few things
she had removed from her bag.
The mother trailed after her and
| watched with a tear-fillcd gaze. 1T
doesn't seem right for you not to
stay longer. Why you and Larry
have hardly had a minute together.
Long enough" thought Anetts,
"for kisses that went right through
my lips to my heart, making me so
happy and miserable all at the
same time that | wanted either to
die or else to stay in Larry's arms,
just being kissed again"
You're going to stop at the Mill
Stream, of course?" the older
Woman's voice was aeonized as she
followed the girl about like & little
fluttering bird.
Yes" said Anette, meaning
quite the opposite.
She breaLhed q tremendous sigh
of relief when she was sliding care
fully up the muddy little side road
and still more of one when she
reached the asphalt highway. The
air was delightful, cool and filed
with the fragrance of wet flowers.
fields and trees and of soaked red
earth. Breezes swept through the
open windows of her coupe; the sun
was just warn enough.
She turned on the radio and
hummcu an accompaniment to the
cheerful morning hour dance music.
The powerful engine hummcd along
with them.
AS she crossed the culvert over
the stream that then crooked and
ran parallel to the highway and
past Larry's summer theater, it
pleased her to step harder on the
accelerator, 1t pleased her also, as
she passed the little green shinglcd
structure, to ignore it and glance,
instead, in the opposite direction at
some tall, bright yellow flowers il
a watcr-tilled ditch.
Immediately after she looked at
the Mill Stream theater. but in her
rear vision mirror. Let Larry sit
there and wait. Telling her so I'M
periously not even to stop unless 1t
was to say she loved him and it,
tended to stay. So supremacy self
sure. Just as he had been that
night when Walt had taken her
backstage in Chicago. She again
glanced at her rear vision mirror
but no longer could see the build
ing.
Now she felt as if she actually
were on her way Monochrome to
James Lyndon and a new life OF
utter placidity. Thank heaven! She
deserved it. She had earned it. She
pressed the accelerator still harder,
and the powerful a lcaped for
ward. Her long black hair blew III
the breeze. She looked like a Joy
riding schoolgirl instead Of the ia
nous Anette Wins!oW,
Evidently waiting for the s}!a to
dry the earth, few people We're n
the fields or along the slippery size
roads, Very Jew were travelling
even on the comparatively dry
highway. The girl turned on the
radio louder, then suddenly turned
it off altogether, She looked at tue
Specdometer and saw she had driv-
, en- almost 10 miles without seeing
a soul. The rain had been even
more torrential in this section. In
g land Of click red clay there was
only n laslly safe part, tne
asphalt highway, and it was not
entirely safe. How CT c4rth did
people get onto the hi- away fQAf
those trcacherous, slick mud roa Is?
And then she knew Sic did 40
Gaze how people got onto the high
way. That was not what made he,
watch the sides of the pavement.
Ahead of her was a litt!. country
store. She siackener', Tia Sp~ct O.
the car. Yes. it had gravel n fron'
OF it. Again she applied the h1aE'
until the machine was barely Ci2W'
ing, That dry G:avel plot in no"
CT the little store WcUld make a
excellent place &c tarn and he
back.