The Omaha guide., 1948-10-03
Cafhy agreed to marry Clever the first
night they met. They had been silently
in love for a year but each had delayed
love until Tomorrow"

oldest girl was built like a queen? How was he to
know she had more sense than all the danes he
knew put together? g
So Cathy ended up in the garment factory
where she sat and stitched 10 hours a day at a
heavy machine in a poorly ventilated, poorly
lighted room. But the money was very good and
that was what Cathy's mother, her blind~father
and the other three kids needed. There was bread
yet to buy. Perhaps this waE-there may be ice
cream once in a WhilPzzknd the kids, as she al
ways referred to the had to try to inch their
way through schoolt3o.
But now and then a vision of the way Clever
Cooks twinkling eyes spelled adventure kept re-
turning to Cathy and she unconsciously slackened
her usual steady, even stitches on the machine.
He returned just like that feeling she had after
eating the bread and feeling full after supper,
yet wondering if ice cream was not the thing to
try sometime instead.
She could have had the experience Of sitting
in his spacious Office, knowing his life and an
swering his phone calls. She could have realized
what it meant to have furs, jewels and a car like
that lovely red-headed Parkins girl with whom
everyone thought Clever was really in love.
But he left her heart split in a thousand pieces
too" thought Cathy as she resumed her stitching.
He would soon forget me, unSOphiSticated little
mouse thatsI am"
Cathy knew she was unusually pretty. The
boys in school had Constantly told her that. But
her mother indicated that such remarks as they
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were not to be taken seriously. "You can not
spend compliments at the Food Fair, she said.
However, Cathy knew she lacked any expert
ence such as the red-l1eaded Parkins girl and all
the rest of the pretty girls who went away to
school because their parents were more able to
pay than hers. She neither smoked or drank. She
would not know the latest dance steps nor how
to return the mythical soul kiss" such blase wo-
men talked about.
There was no way she could attract M
Cook other than her figure which ditSfr1 nos betray
her utter innocence. There was no way possible
she could hope to hole a man accustomed to hav-
ing his desires in q woman ~gratifed. She could
not keep his interest nearly the accustomed three
months.
But the small tingle in remembering his eyes
the day ne lntervieWeGher for his job kept taunt-
ing her. Some day wheh She was able to buy her
self that outfit she could soon afford now if she
kept efficient as a stitcher, she would just see
what the possibilities were.
That was Cathy. Again she pushed herself into
the background. Again she put off the things. she
would really like for tomorrow.
Clever Cook was of an entirely different dis
position. He wanted what he wanted today, not
tomorrow. He made up his mind Cathy was the
only girl he had ever wanted in this way. Her
soft liquid eyes, her lovely velvety skin with hair
that could only compliment such golden skin
seemed to bring him pains of regret that he was
discovered by this entirely decent girl to be the
cad that he was.
Night after night he drove alone around where
he might run into her. One time he almost had
nerve enough, as he sat parked watching for a
glimpse Of her to come out the factory, to ask to
take her home. But he knew he might lose any
chance forever. He dared not let her think he
had purposely tried to run into her.
He travelled on foot to the edge of town, where
the tumbled down shack she called home was,
until he came to love even the humble place he
never dreamed he would even stop to look at.
1t was in the Fall almost a year later, a whole
year of reformation, yearning and waiting, that
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nor surprised. She greeted him in a soft low voice
and called him by his first name as If she had
been used to saying it every moment Of the day
and night. Neither Of them were strangers.
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