The daily monitor leader. [volume] (Mount Clemens, Mich.) 1942-19??, 1942-11-10

ness strangely had subsidized
from no apparent cause.
Mrs. Miller broke the strain
ed situation by announcing
lunch. She refused Pop permits
sion to get up. then said she
would bring her lunch into the
bedroom to eat with him. Duane
found himself in the cheerful,
sunny breakfast nook, alone
with BLY,.
This Is good" he ventured.
81 mean, being here"
rs il, Duane? Oh"
Hmm" He looked at her,
over q soup spoon. He must have
caught the quick eagerness in
her voice, Bly, feared.
II said-yes. Yes, 1t is, Duane.
I'm so glad you could stay"
MON Miller always feeds a
man well. Like my own nom at
home"
I'D love to meet your moth
err"
"You will"
They ate in silence while Bly,
contemplated that. What did he
mean? Nothing, probably. mo,
just q chance remark. Polite.
She lifted her eyes from her
soup bowl to see him making
crazy motions, paused with her
lips parted as she watched.
Silently with his hands he
did this and that. He was smil-
ing boyishly. She felt that
quickening of her pulse, that
deep ecstacy which only Duane
Hogan had ever stirred in her.
Here was a priceless moment of
intimacy with him again.
II don't quite get that one"
she admitted, smiling back at
him. 1T is-do you mean"
He laughed audibly then. Its
me, ! guess. I'm not too good
myself. What ! was trying to
say is-pass the crackers"
"Oh Duane!"
"Mmm. But just don't know
what the Indian sign talk for
Pass the crackers is. Guess they
didn't have crackers, hunh, BLY,?
| was trying to concoct some
thing"
II got the general idea that
you wan d food brought,
but"
They laughed together; boy
and girl. Indian sign talk.
Can / have two? May II"
SILLY! Take all you want.
Nom will be angry if you leave
any food at all, Duane"
1--WE won't leave much"
Il bet you did have fun on
your ranch. Horses. Indians. All
the things we read about"
Fun, yep. Not many Indians
in Texas, but some. Enough, l
guess" He was drawly, as al
ways. He reverted back to Pop,
though. You reckon Pop can
get up tomorrow?
That broke her charm of hap
piness. Duane - tell me-" she
was instantly serious again, I'm
worried about Pop"
He stopped eating, looking at
her. Mmm?"
II am! Oh, he's - he's
not very sick, ! don't think. But
Duane, something else is both
ering him."
What is?" The young man,
too, was serious now.
q" She paused, looking out
the window. After all, she
mustn't tell Duane Hogan ev-
erything! Not yet! Not upset
him, too, if there was to be a
critical game in three days. OBJ
viously Pop was depending
h e Willy on Duane to carry
through the encounter.
What is, Bly," he repeated.
"You remember last week at
practise, when you came to me
on the sidelines and we talked.
We said then that something
was on Pops mind"
yep. Pre- game filters, l
guess"
mo No, Duane, it was
worse than that. There's actual
danger, and Pop must be helped!
/ mean" She had already said
more than she meant to, and
she looked at Duane wide-eyed.
II mean-look, Duane, you like
Nancy Hale, don't you? You
really do?"
He swallowed, slowly, looking
at her. "Sure But what's
Nancy Nancy got to do
with this? With Pop? Something
cooking?"
Blythe avoided his eyes now,
and was silent for a long mo-
ment. She fingered bread roll
nervously when she did speak
again.
duane, if I speak rat h er
frankly - / mean, it would dis
n