anaheim-gazette 1935-01-17

- LOVE LIGHTLY By MARGARET E. SANGSTER FOURTEENTH INSTALLMENT "I don't get Jane," she said finally. "What's she playing for, Tony? Not that it's very sane to ask — I know what she's playing. It's you." There was a seriousness back of Tony's casual sounding speech. "Jane and I," he said, "knocked around together for years. I suppose she'd gotten to sort of taking me for granted. After all, we weren't responsible when we met, you and I. We shook all of the world's plans into a cocked hat." Ellen spoke resentfully. "That," she said "makes me feel like a spare tire. If you want an annulment any time, you and Jane—" "You'd drop me as easily as that?" said Tony. "You mean it?" Ellen wanted to say that she didn't mean it; that she wouldn't give him up, not for fifty James. But instead she made her mouth into a straight line and lowered her lashes so that Tony couldn't look into her eyes. "I'd let you go as easily as I'd let go of this—" she told him. She opened her fingers and the huge chiffon handkerchief that she was carrying fluttered, like a dead butterfly, to the conservatory floor. "I'd—" "Yes, you would!" said Tony gruffly. All at once he had gathered her so tightly into his arms that her body felt bruised against the hardness of his body. "I'm sick and tired of this stuff," said Tony. "It's time for a showdown. We're not fencing, you and I—we're married. It's time we behaved like human beings, or—" He stopped. For there was a rustle of skirts (skirts do rustle, this year) and a voice spoke. "Oh—but I'm intruding!" said a voice. "It always seems as if I choose the enough with — without me. I think," her eyes were so bright that only tears could have made them so, "I think it's just about time that I did the conventional thing—even though I am a professional Bohemian. It's about time I told you, Jane, that I've just had word from town. The obvious telegram—or what have you. Explain to your guests that my grandmother is ill; tell them that a great-uncle has died and left me a legacy. Tell them I've gone back to pose for Dick, tomorrow — and tomorrow's Sunday, too. That'll perhaps be nearer the truth." All at once she was running from the conservatory, scurrying along through the darker corners of the room. And then she was out of the door and racing up the stairs. Now she had gained the haven of her room and was tumbling things into her suitcase. There was a knock at the door. For a moment Ellen didn't answer, and then with an effort she steadied her voice until she could speak.; "Come in," she called. The door opened. It was Jane's mother. "I met Tony," Jane's mother said without preamble. "He told me that you weren't well. That he was afraid you were going home. Something like that. Is there anything I can do?" Ellen's voice was steady. "I was going to leave a note for you," she said. "To tell you — how sorry I am. Yes, there is something. I wish, maybe, that I could be taken to the station. I've had a telegram, you see." "Poor child," said Jane's mother, "I hope it's not bad news!" Ellen's eyes, meeting hers, knew that she didn't believe in the mythical telegram. "Yes," said Ellen. "I'm afraid that it is bad news." Indian dress. And then again and posing, a little figure once more—once a priestess. When Tony came know door, after the first half posing, when at Dick's bldg the door wide, she did her position. Even though was—just now—more than "I'm here," Tony said greeting, "hunting for wife!" He didn't address her spoke to Dick. "Yes?" answered Dick, painting. "I didn't know that she was a runaway Ellen spoke. She spotted though she was in an age and embarrassment. "I didn't tell Dick anything house party — except to home," she warned Tony. "I shouldn't think," said you'd have to tell him a venen's got sense." Which he doesn't always threw in. All at once he down his palette. "You said, 'had better beat it here.' I'm tired. I can't more today. I suppose ything of that sort in you you came here, Brander?" Tony still wasn't speaking He was speaking over Dick. "Ellen ran out on us he said, and his tone was co-was a dull party, I don' blame her! As soon as she'd gone, I set out at course. But I got—" he words, "in so late that I club. When I stopped at morning I found that sh usual. If you—" his voice "if you've really finished there was something path Tony's appeal, 'I'd like to out with me for a little where or other." All at once he had gathered her so tightly into his arms that her body felt bruised against the hardness of his body. "I'm sick and tired of this stuff," said Tony, "It's time for a showdown. We're not fencing, you and I—we're married. It's time we behaved like human beings, or—" He stopped. For there was a rustle of skirts (skirts do rustle, this year) and a voice spoke. "Oh—but I'm intruding!" said a voice. "It always seems as if I choose the wrong time for my entrances, doesn't it?" Of course, it was Jane — it couldn't be anybody else. She stood in the doorway of the conservatory — the light was behind her. They couldn't see the outline of her face—the expression of her eyes and mouth—but somehow Ellen was wriggling free of them. "You don't know," said Jane, "how silly I feel." Tony didn't say anything at all—perhaps it was because he couldn't trust his voice. Ellen didn't say anything either, for a moment, and then—"It's quite all right," she said, "we were just rehearsing our big scene." Jane took a step into the conservatory. "It seems to me," she said at last, and levelly, "that it's always a big scene, that it's always a rehearsal. You and Tony aren't married, really—" "Well," Ellen extended her slim left hand, "here's the evidence, and I have my marriage lines somewhere." If Tony had been clever enough he could have read the desperation of her bravado. Jane went on — her voice had thickened. "You know what I mean," she said. "You and Tony don't belong together. You belong with fellows like Sandy and with that Dick of yours. Tony — Tony's down my street. It's all so silly. It's like playing hide in the dark, and finding you with the wrong person when the lights come up." "Yes, isn't it?" agreed Ellen. She wouldn't give Tony a chance to say it first—she'd say it. "I wonder," said Jane, "why you came to my house—" "I wonder," said Ellen, "why you asked me?" Tony spoke at last. "Oh, for crying out loud," he said, "it's complicated enough without—" Ellen was smoothing the skirt of her pretty dress. "Yes," she said, "it is—complicated Ellen's voice was steady. "I was going to leave a note for you," she said. "To tell you — how sorry I am. Yes, there is something. I wish, maybe that I could be taken to the station. I've had a telegram, you see." "Poor child," said Jane's mother, "I hope it's not bad news!" Ellen's eyes, meeting hers, knew that she didn't believe in the mythical telegram. "Yes," said Ellen, "I'm afraid that it is bad news." Jane's mother was still standing in the doorway. Swiftly she spoke. "Jane is my daughter," she said, "and I love her very much. Maybe she's a little spoiled; but she's a dear girl. And you must remember that she has loved Tony for a long while." "Whereas," answered Ellen, "I haven't!" "Ah," said Jane's mother, "you haven't! You'll have to love him a great deal to make up for the time you've missed." She was turning, and then—"I'll make your excuses to the rest, at breakfast," she said. "Don't you worry. And if you don't want to go down through the crowded rooms, now, I'll have the car wait for you at the side door. It will take you right to your door, of course. Traffic is not heavy—this time of night. It will be quicker than the train—" Ellen was looking at her. "My mother's hair," said Ellen, "was like your hair. Her eyes were sweet—like your eyes. But she was always so tired." "I'm tired, myself, most of the time," said Jane's mother, and then silently she had closed the door. When Tony arrived ten minutes later, after locating the room through a certain amount of bribery and corruption—when he tapped at the door of that room there was no answer. After a moment he pushed the door in, even though he didn't belong on the floor. But there wasn't anyone in the room when he entered. There wasn't even the dust of powder on the immaculate top of the vanity table. It was nearly dawn when Ellen arrived back in her own little room. She threw her suitcase, unpacked, across a seat, and undressed rapidly and flung herself across her bed. And, though she had quite expected to sob herself to sleep, she didn't. Exhaustion is like that—it drains one of the emotions! There was bright sunshine—yellow, buttery sunshine—lying across Ellen's face when she wakened. And, such is the buoyancy of youth, coffee and tea was a dull party, I don't blame her! As soon as she'd gone, I set out at course. But I got—her words, "in so late that I club. When I stopped at morning I found that she usual. If you—" his voice "if you've really finished there was something pathic Tony's appeal, 'I'd like to out with me for a little where or other." "Oh, by all means" said was busily scraping bits gether with his palette knight Ellen hadn't been consulted Almost before she knew clattering down the uncanny red roadster that waited outside. Nothing was said about party. Believe it or not—When the sun was acting Tony left Ellen at her door he kissed the tips of her lightly as it is possible for kiss the tips of any girl's finger I'm not suggesting," he we dine together tonight, worn out." It was his one on the night before. But I gether tomorrow, you and can go somewhere outside for supper." And Ellen, with the p pro throat choking her, mana quick affirmative. "We poor working girl like our moments of vaca rich relations." "Don't!!" said Tony grunt The next evening they were a trifle less formal, m because they were speak other as married couples s because they were beginning alight basis of reminiscence to build conversations. Ellen could almost settle the red roadster as if she it. And Tony didn't look finely drawn as he had party, when they had h counter with Jane. Continued Next "I wonder," said Jane. "why you came to my house—" "I wonder," said Ellen. "why you asked me?" Tony spoke at last. "Oh, for crying out loud," he said, "it's complicated enough without—" Ellen was smoothing the skirt of her pretty dress. "Yes," she said, "it is—complicated Rev. I. N. Demy says: I have found nothing in the past 20 years that can take the place of Dr. Miles Anti-Pain Pills. They are a sure relief for my headache." 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And, such is the buoyancy of youth, coffee and toast restored to her a certain amount of confidence in herself. Her voice didn't even tremble when she called Dick on the phone. "If you're working today," she told him, "I'm just the girl that will help you. Here am I, all alone in town over Sunday." The taxi seemed to crawl through the quiet Sunday streets, and yet at last she was with Dick in his old familiar workroom. Ellen, with scarcely more than a word of greeting, went behind the accustomed screen and changed into her DOROTHY DARNIT GO AND SEE WHO THAT IS AT THE DOOR I'M GOIN' Indian dress. And then she was out again and posing, a little kneeling figure once more—once again the child priestess. When Tony came knocking at the door, after the first half hour of her posing, when at Dick's bidding he pushed the door wide, she did not change her position. Even though his coming was—just now—more than a surprise. "I'm here," Tony said by way of greeting, "hunting for my runaway wife!" He didn't address Ellen at all; he spoke to Dick. "Yes?" answered Dick, and went on painting. "I didn't know," he added, "that she was a runaway." Ellen spoke. She spoke dully, although she was in an agony of anxiety and embarrassment. "I didn't tell Dick anything about the house party — except that I'd come home," she warned Tony. "I shouldn't think," said Tony, "that you'd have to tell him any more. Alven's got sense." "Which he doesn't always use," Dick threw in. All at once he had thrown down his palette. "You two kids," he said, "had better beat it away from here. I'm tired. I can't work any more today. I suppose you had something of that sort in your mind when you came here, Brander?" Tony still wasn't speaking to Ellen. He was speaking over her head to Dick. "Ellen ran out on us last night," he said, and his tone was cool. "Well, it was a dull party, I don't — I don't blame her! As soon as I discovered she'd gone, I set out after her, of course. But I got—" he fumbled for words, "in so late that I went to the club. When I stopped at her place this morning I found that she'd blown, as usual. If you—" his voice was wistful, if you've really finished working—there was something pathetic in proud Tony's appeal, "I'd like to take Ellen out with me for a little drive somewhere or other." was a dull party, I don't — I don't blame her! As soon as I discovered she'd gone, I set out after her, of course. But I got—" he fumbled for words, "in so late that I went to the club. When I stopped at her place this morning I found that she'd blown, as usual. If you—" his voice was wistful, if you've really finished working—" there was something pathetic in proud Tony's appeal, "I'd like to take Ellen out with me for a little drive somewhere or other." "Oh, by all means" said Dick. He was busily scraping bits of paint together with his palette knife. Ellen hadn't been consulted. Almost before she knew it she was clattering down the uncarpeted stairs of the building with Tony toward the red roadster that waited in the street outside. Nothing was said about the house party. Believe it or not—nothing. When the sun was actually setting, Tony left Ellen at her door. This time he kissed the tips of her fingers as tightly as it is possible for a man to miss the tips of any girl's fingers. "I'm not suggesting," he said, "that we dine together tonight. We're both dined out." It was his one reference to the night before. "But lets get together tomorrow, you and I. Maybe we can go somewhere outside of the city, or supper." And Ellen, with the pulse in her throat choking her, managed to nod a quick affirmative. "We poor working girls," she said, like our moments of vacation with our rich relations." "Don't!" said Tony gruffly, and left. The next evening they drove out to the country, to a little inn. If their talk were a trifle less formal, now, it wasn't because they were speaking to each other as married couples speak. It was because they were beginning to have a slight basis of reminiscence upon which to build conversations. Ellen could almost settle herself into the red roadster as if she belonged in. And Tony didn't look quite so closely drawn as he had at the house party, when they had had their encounter with Jane. Continued Next Week Highway Patrol In Warning On Passing Autos On the Right Motor vehicle drivers are reminded by California highway patrol that it is above 20 year old Greenwood, Ind., girl crowned National 1984 4-H Club Style Champion. She modeled and made the wool school suit she is wearing in the photo above, at a cost of $27.92 with complete accessories including a $2 hat; $2 gloves; $3.95 shoes and 09 cent hostery. 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