The daily monitor leader. [volume] (Mount Clemens, Mich.) 1942-19??, 1943-01-16

complaint is not unique, you
know. Men and women all over
the world, my dear, are asking,
What can l do? How can ! work
to make the earth a more decent
place to live?'"
| What can they do? What can
| do? You know. You must
know. Please. Tell me-"
He shook his head, and now
his voice sounded sad in the
darkness. II have told you" he
said, that / am the ship which
passes in the night. Soon, / shall
be gone, and | assure you that
l shall be gone forever-to re-
turn never again. If my passing
by leaves anything of value to
you, let ii be this"
He took her hand, and held it
quietly, and was silent for a
while. mo matter what hap
pens, and perhaps things will
happen to change your way OF
life a great deal-but no matter
what happens, let nothing on
earth disturb your loneliness and
your rare, fine honesty. Demand
of all the world about you that
it meet you with that same hon.
esty and fairness and lack of
guile which you are SO ready TO
give. That is enough, my dear,
for you 10 do in this world of
men"
She seemed moved, and when
she spoke at last her words
came low and slowly. You are
always talking about going
away
Rather soon, now, l am
afraid"
Where to-"
IL can't say"
How do you know you will
never come back"
1t is so ordaintd."
But" she laughed a little,
you talk in such riddles. l
know. You're on a secret mis-
SION
He turned his head away from
her and looked over the water
toward the rising moon. Yes,
he said, Il may call it that. A
secret mission. And tonight, for
the very first time. l doubt
little whether it is worth carry
ing out
Oh" she cried, "but you will
not Waver! i know you will let
nothing stop you"
He seemed quite shaken for a
moment, and walked away from
her along the POOLS edge. She
moved TO follow him, and sud-
denly called, Hey - o o k a!
We're getting a fine spell of the
glooms. Let's drop it and tool
off to the dance. Come on"
She caught his arm and turned
him about and started toward
the house. Sorry" he said,
walking beside her, II can't
make it to the dance. Must get
back to the city
Tut, my fine friend. I'm
showing you off to those cats
tonight, or I'm not my favorlte
snob."
You can't know how sorry !
am. If you will get your wrap
I'll drop you at the club. There
will be people to see you home
again
She was disappointed to an
extreme degree but he did not
relent. He let her down from
his open roadster at the porte
cochere of the Broken Hill club
house, and bent over her hand
in the European fashion, saying
that he would telephone her the
following day. Then Fred West
was at the top of the porch
stairs, calling 10 them.
Step on it. I'm holding that
table for you"
Others whom they knew were
moving about, and calling 10
them. Three or four approached
to smile at Cynthia and shake
hands with Vaughan Dunbar and
urge them to come in. Behind
Fred West, they could hear the
voice of the professional master
of ceremonies as he prepared TO
introduce the entertainers on the
cleared dance floor.
For moment, Vaughan Dun
bar seemed to hesitate.
Come on" Cynthia said in a
whisper.
But he Strengthened very
quickly, as if he had reached q
decision. He bowed again, said
good night, and stepped immedi-
ately into his automobile.
Fred West and his cousin
Anne, and Mitchell Grace had
table near the dance floor, and
there was wine in a silver buc-