Evening Star Newspaper, March 21, 1933, Page 25

INSTALMENT XXVIL and ait with Bruce|; UCY, « and cheer him up, will you?” June asked.. “I want to talk with Hartley s minute. Some- 2 thing verra, verra confiden- lke. I welcome the opportunity to work on Sober Sides.” #What can I do for you, June?” Hart “T there is. You know you promised me one time that if you ever could do anything for me,; you would. Remember?” « “‘Of course I remember, and believe ; me, I'd go the limit.” “It's about Bruce. Something is go- ing to happen to him unless he snaps out of it—don’t you think so?” “Without a doubt. I hate to say this, but he's apt to lose his mind ... " “I never thought of that. The worst | = I imagined was a nervous breakdown, and I think that is coming. I've got to save~him, and myself, too. I can't stand tHe strain myself. You can help, Hartley . .. " m;‘{:{ow? All you have to do is ask “I want you lnd‘!.ucyfi) take Bruce to your apartment and talk with him while I am.in the fountain room to- night. T'll get through as quickly as I can, and join you. Make him realize that this idea of his about our not get- ting marrfed is foolish—that we can be married and enjoy-each other—com- fort each other—even if he hasn't found Kay. Don't you see, it may go on forever? He may never find her, or what has become of her—and if we had each other he wouldn't mind so | asked. much: I know he wouldn't!” 3 “We'll do our best, June,” Hartley agreed. June had her dinrer with Bruce and the Harts. To her joy, Bruce agreed to go to the Harts’ suite; they would hear’ her songs over the radio. Never had she sung “I Wish I Had Someone to Love Me” with such heart- felt appeal. She was almost hysterical d the remainder of the evening. If this plan failed, there was no hope left. Bruce would probably fall 1l and die . . After her last song, she raced to the g room. She was wearing her ‘white lace dress. Bruce had not seen it, and she wanted to look the very | lovellest she knew how, for she felt that she was on the threshold of great happiness. Dear Bruce—they would be very happy. A funereal silence was upon the three occupants of the Harts' living room when she entered. Lucy had been cry- . Bruce was whiter than before. Hartley looked thwarted and defiant. is a joyous welcome,” June “Sit here,” Bruce said, and held a comfortable chair for her. “Are you tired?” She did not answer. Her throat felt iched, her mouth dry. Then Hartley urst out: “Lucy’s thrown you down!™ “Thrown me down? What do you mean?” “He means that I wouldn’t help him persuade Bruce to marry ysu!" Lucy | the said flercely. “You wouldn't . . .” June didn't be- lieve it. *“Is this some crazy joke you've got up?” “No, it isn't” Lucy said. “I think Bruce is right—you'd be miserable un- der the circumstarices—he says if he can't find out what became of hi sister, he has no right to his haps piness . . .” “What is this?” June cried. “What are you talking about?” “Let me explain,” Bruce said. I didn’t want to discuss it at this time, June—but it has come to me lately that if we never find Kay—or if we find that something horrible happened to her .. I would have no right to my own happiness . . . it would ruin your life . . ." “Bruce, you don’t mean it! You mean we can never . . .” She felt something die within her. “You've evidently settied future among you. in my absence, and I haven't even a hearing. Not anly that, but my has turn = better friend to you, June, by saying what is actually in my mind, and try- ln(m? save you from an unhappy ma. 1 “What is in your mind? I'm the only one in the dark.” “Bruce to you .. ."” ‘1 suppose he isn't being haunted now!” June answered bitterly. “Look at him! How long de you suppose he is going to last! He's fighting our love , T F%n iple involved,” 'Br\:czlh nlflerll::. FEELING! —Maybe .I t's is [ of stairs and rang for the elevator on t ('m pretty gosh-awful sunk about you, make mistakes, but they don't have to | go_on piling up more.” Bruce sald, “T'd like to change—but I can’t. I keep thinking the same thing over and over . . " June dabbed at her eyes, and turned to face Bruce, who had paused beside her chair, laid his arm about her shoulders. your mother’s,wishes . . .” “I can’t get out of it that way.” He sat down wearily. “I refuse to be a coward, in addition to the rest, and put the blame on mother. As it h-gpened. I agreed with her perfectly. I'd college, you see, and gone in for a lot of so-called highbrow stuff. I'd got hold of the idea somewhere that love was & _matter of chemistry; that it couldn't last. So I thought Kay would be a lot better off with a normal Ameri- can husband, when the madness was gone . . . she was an excellent sub- e&t ]tm' my theories,” he concluded, terly. “But you've changed, Bruce?" Hartley el Of course. I know that to have some one to love is the deepest need of man’s soul—the greatest miracle that could happen to him—I know I've been wrong in practically every view I've taken of life—so I have to pay for my mistakes.” “Nonsense. You are absolved from blame from Kay, by your own confes- sion. You couldn't help your theories.” “No, it doesn’t absolve me. It proves | that T was a conceite” <. and deserve what I am getting.” June stood up, & cu..: repressed de- | termination about her. othing we've said has moved you at all, has it, Bruce?” H “Moved me? I'm the most miserable person in the world!"” “Don't be technical. I mean, you | haven’t changed?” “Dear,” he began, helplessly. “It is 80 painful to go on like this.” “I agree with you!” she cried, on a sudden high, almost hysterical note. “And I don't propose to go on! But I want to be very sure you realize what you are doing. You absolutely refuse to do anything about our happiness?” “June . . . don't . . " voice shook. “I see you do. And it's because you don't love me! You've only made up excuses! Well, you can't fool with me any longer—I'm through!” She picked up her wfap from her chair. Then, with her hand on the doer, she flung the astounding words at em: “T'm going to marry Philip Sheridan! Before morning I'll be his wife! And I hope that lets you out easy enough!” Bruce, startied, unbelieving, moved toward her. Buj she tore open the door, slamming it sharply behind her. To avoid Bruce, she ran down a flight the floor below. She scudded across the lobby, the doorman was busy at the moment, and she darted across the street to & waiting cab. She gave him Phil's number, and settled back with & choking little sound. Her fate was sealed. Phil had been out until an hour ago. Not being sleepy, he had put on pajamas and dressing gown, and settled down by the fire with his pipe and a book. His doorman telephoned that a young lady was on her way up. Phil was puzzled. Who was calling on him at this hour? If she had been s maiden from the moon, he ;::ldhnot h.vehbemh mor: surprised t! e was when he sa June standing at his door in her white lace gown, her face tear-stained. “Darlin’!” He drew her inside. “How do I happen to rate this very unusual honor?” “I've come to marry you, Phil—now— tonight—you said I should come if . .."” He looked deep_into the dusky blue eyes an instant. “Then, with his arm about her, led her into the living room and put her on a coucn before the fire. “Now, tell me all about it. But I warn you, sweetness, don’t tamper with my feelings. Unless you mean it, don't say you are going to marry me. You see, o= if 1 don't go around with a long ¢ ace.” She figured the stuff of his gown. “You look nice in m 1aid her head against his shoulder for restful second. She was so very:tired. “I do mean it she sald, presently. “You said it didn’t make any difference what hour of the day or night I made up my mind.” “Darlin’, I believe before heaven you mean it!”’ His arms crushed her tight sgainst him, and he kissed her as he had wanted to for weeks. “You're Now you rest while I dress, for s ministef. mind—it's landed ! _Whoopee!” Fallen Arches! We advise you to have a print made of your feet by Dr. Scholl's Ped-o-graph (FREE— and you needn’t evén remove your hose!) The print will reveal the condition of your arches—our Foot Comfort Expert will then advise which of Dr. Appliances will give you the most relief! A whole department velous Dr. Scholls Appliances— why suffer (Msin Ploor) 2 Scholl's Foot Comfort devoted to these mar- aching feet? 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