The daily monitor leader. [volume] (Mount Clemens, Mich.) 1942-19??, 1942-12-04

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it's all right. I won't say no."
They had whooped with 10.
like schoolgirls, and dashed on
the door, holding hands, to g
and ask the doctor. They boil
knew he never refused Karel
anything.
Three days a week old Nor
ten Mortensen, the neighborini
farmer, drove by and cartet
their milk cans down to tow
in his rickety wagon with TIT
tired horse, and evenings whel
he got back, they went over t
his farm for their foodstock
and the village gossip.
One night he told them he hat
got word that his son. Trygve
was in a German prison in Oslo
What did he do?" aske,
Karen. 1T must be terribly ex
citing"
1T is" Fru Mortensen inter
| Tupteu uTyly.
What did he do?" the farm
er repeated. "Ha, you know
Trygve always the Draw
thing. The electric lines, 20,
know, outside the city. The!
are very important, it seems
and he cut them SO the German
could have no lights"
But Karen was hardly payinl
attention. Her eyes had wander
ed off to Mortensen's skis, prop
ped inside small close
"Trygve used to wear those
didn't he?" she said, pointin,
them out.
ia, the little black ones
They were too small for him
though. Was it not a brave
thing he did, Froken Karen?"
"Oh, yes" she said. "Oh, yes
1t must have been very danger
ous.' She kept looking at thu
skis, thinking them the pretties
pair she had ever seen.
Then Mortensen said some
thing totally unexpected. TRY
give liked you a great deal, Fro
ken Karen. He would like it i
you used them the skis
They are a good size for YOU"
"Oh, no." But Karen wen
over eagerly and brought then
out. ooh, no." she said again
flushing, and ran her hand dowT
the smooth grain, wanting them
but not daring to say so.
When the two girls went home
with him later, across the patel
of woodland where the brigh
moonlight seeped down between
the branches, Mortensen was II
high good humor.
When the two girls had gone
into the cottage, and Karen haC
put her new skis away, crawlee
into her long wooden nightgown
and was plating her hair, Mar
git said shyly, You know VIII,
he gave you the skis"
Karen turned d, wide eyed
NO" She had never thought o.
it.
Because Trygve was in love
with you"
"In love with me?" asked
Karen, delighted. She tumblet
under the covers and lay will
her hands behind her head. No
l never knew. I wish he'd tole
me-" she added sorrowfully, anC
sighed. 81 wish almost anybody
told me-"
Then she blew out the ligh'
and Margit undressed in thu
dark and slipped silently in be-
side her.
The summer went by very
fast. The idea grew in karer
that she wanted to 60 to Stock
holm when autumn came. "Oh
Margit," she cried, II feel Sc
shut in. There's nobody to tall
to, and Trollness is such a lit
tie town, and smells so of fish.
It was two days later, wher
they were both driving up some
cows that had strayed into thu
lower pasture, that they saw thu
soldier. All they could make ou'
at first was the gray-green o.
his uniform as he came walking
slowly up around the bend or
the road from town. He was the
first they had seen all summer
The girls ran to each other
The blood washed out of Their
cheeks. Then they went uT
quickly toward the hut. Karer
ran back out to pick up scarf
she had been wearing over hel
head, then hurried in again
They bolted the door and wait
ed.
Several minutes went by ano
nothing happened. Then they
heard steps outside. A loud voice
called in, Don't be afraid.
want drink of water"
Karen peeped out the win
dow. He was standing in from
of the door, a lanky. bold-look'
! ing trooper. with a long, angular