The Skyland post. [volume] (West Jefferson, N.C.) 193?-1988, 1944-02-03
EREH 7ONA/
By JOSEPHINE LAWRENCE

ly than usual because ne had had
two cans of beer. ''None of us
little yeasty specks matters in
the scheme of things. Why, do
you know how this feeble planet
called earth compares with some
of the really brilliant heavenly
bodies?"
Elbows on table, chin in hands,
Candace said serenely, Il think
every one of us is more impor-
tant than any star"
Kurt's square hand rested on
the table and Leila picked up one
of the blunt-tipped fingers, let it
fall. ''But we can't do anything,
really. You can give your life to
getting something you want and
if it's in the cards that you're not
to have it-well, you're just out
of luck"
eyes, and then again you may
get it and die before you have a
chance to enjoy it." Coles peer
ed regretfully into the empty
beer can. ''That's why I hesitate
about saving up to buy my deli
catessen," he murmured.
Given a delicatessen shop he'd
die all right from overeating, An
dy informed him.
ooh, but what you want must
be important, you see" Candace's
voice, her clear, soft words, were
an answer to the unhappiness in
Leila's beseeching eyes. If you
ask for something really worth
while, won't it be worth whatev-
er it costs your"
Leila asked tensely, "You mean
whether one gets it or not?"
eyes. You have to face the
possibility of losing, of course.
But it seems to me that if your
pattern is fine enough-or per-
haps mean if you are-the
chance of winning is worth the
risk of loss. You can lose with
out being defeated, you know"
When an hour later, Candace
and Leila made up the sofa bed
for Andy and Kurt who still
washed dishes in the kitchen,
Leila murmured wistfully, IT
don't really care whether we're
rich or poor, just want to be
married to Kurt"
She pulled a clean white case
over the plumpest pillow and
dropped it on the side she hoped
Kurt would choose. 'I'm not I'M
patriotic. It's merely that I'm in
telligent enough to know there
is no difference in any of the
countries nationalism makes
all the trouble between the diff
ferent races. You take the Eng
lish-don't you honestly think
they have a lot of faults?"
Il think you're in love with a
German" Candace said.
II think it's a good sign when
two people can be happy together
without having others around
don't you?"
There were times when she
could dispense with other people
herself, Candace decided one
morning a week or two later. To
find Mrs. Waters then, dressed
for the street and obviously wait
ing for her in the first-floor hall
at eight-thirty of hot August
morning was, Candace felt, more
than she had agreed to endure.
Il waited for you. I 60 down
town so seldom that 1 won't
know how to act when I do get
in a store" said Emma Waters.
The morning air, as they STEP
PED into the street, lay heavily
on the city, a pressure thick and
still. Il suppose they're all 60
ing down after the same thing"
Mrs. Waters surveyed the milling
group at the bus corner gloomily.
The size of the waiting crowd
puzzled Candace, who had taken
the eight-thirty bus for five
months and usually saw the same
faces, morning after morning.
I'VE won't get a seat, will WEI"
Mrs. Waters dug sharp elbow
into the ribs of a white-haired
woman who was jockeying for a
place on the curb.
(TO BE CONTINUED)