Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 29 May 1936 — Page 19

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HE little mountain-locked town of Gray Dome was having a dust storm. Signs swung and creaked, weeds and rubbish slapped one in the face, doors and windows banged, rattled and broke. The thin cold air was grayish yellow and gritty to the touch. Edith Owens sat in the little square board house that was the best thing she and Dan could afford to rent and stared through the last page of her cousin's letter of Times Square at night. She had read so much about it that her mind's eye found it familiar, She could be there and looking at it in reality inside of four days! , Bent nearly double, hat pulled over his eyes, overcoat collar tight under his chin, Dan came stamping in, rumpled and profane;’'and she looked up at him with such a" shining in her eyes as to startle him. “One hundred and fifty dollars!” he said picking up the check out of her lap as he bent and kissed her. #Has your Cousin Eunice married a millonaire or what?”

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*QHES going abroad for three months, to buy old furniture for the richest client she's ever had, and somehow she got the cockeyed idea that I'd come on to New York and see after things while she's away.” ~4And she sent you that for traveling expenses?” “Yeah. Her business in antiques has grown until she’s in the money. I haven't the faintest notion of geing, but I'm flattered that she's asked me to.” The next day she wrote Eunice Mannerly saying that. She thought she had misplaced the check, and her lips parted to a him if he had seen it as he came in for lunch, when he broke the news to her. “Indorse this over to the railroad company,” he said, pulling the check out of his pocket. “You're leaving Wednesday. And if I catch you casting a backward glance—" She left with as little regret as under the circumstances was humanly possible. ie

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UT, at that, it was a lot. It filmed her eyes when she really did turn them upon the hugger mugger exuberance of Times Square at night—with the latest news of all the world running along the side of the big building there with the ocean liner-like prow in letters of moving fire. | . ' One who might some day belong in that company was at Edith’s side, and her flims of tears was because he wasn't Dan. She had so wanted to see all this first with Dan, | “I used to think,’ Barry Quinn said, watching her drink it all in, “that I'd never get, here—born in a little village so far down East it was almost Nova Scotia; reading novels and plays and, poetry in a

place where not another living soul.

~ read anything; trying to write when everybody thought I ought to go into the match factory. “And now here I am, I've met the girl I've always wanted to meet, and the agent I took it to says he's “Bure he can sell my play! Do you realize it, Miss Edith Owens, of Gray Dome, Colorado, he's one of the best in New York, and —"

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*IPUT I'm not Miss Edith Owens, but Mrs. Daniel Owens. Not that it matters.” It matters to him, something inside of her said. It matters a lot! “Your Cousin Eunjce is a mumbler,” he said at last. With an effort “he turned it off lightly. “What's Danie] like?” He was fine about Daniel. He was finesat ot everything. But neverthelss that “Mrs.” had make something go out of him. She sighed about that as, having dined and danced with him, she looked at a reflection in her bedroom mirror so pretty and all lit up looking that she found it hard to believe it her own. Slowly and regretfully (because so lovely a day had to end) she made herself ready for bed. “He was all set,” she thought, “to fall in love with me...” They stood again side by side, Jooking at that moiling, boiling, striving cauldron, but this timc above it—on the Astor roof. And this time the scene had a focal point. ‘This time Broadway, New York, the United States and the world radiated off and away from one golden

line of lettering glowing in the sky. They stared at, it together in a kind of ecstasy. ® = =

" PLAY!” the boy said. “And it’s gone over, Edie! It's gone over big! You could feel it in the air, couldn't you? There wasn't a quiver of any other feeling in the whole house. And it’s really good, isn't it? Say it’s really good, honey!” “It's divine,” she said gently, beating in time to this new, exciting, anything-is-possible feeling that was beating through him. “Lovely, wise, brilliant, amateurish, young and silly and charming. Don't let ‘em harden you, Barry. Don’t grow up—all the way up—till you have to. I shan't be here to see your next one, but put the same stuff in it, won't you, that you've.got- in this? Get out of it all now and go off somewhere and remain yourself. You've got something so valuable, and—" “Edie,” he said, “if you'd go with me—" a They stared at each other in the wild, lurid, enchanted light of that incredible spot. They stared at each other and they flowed into each other in one great tide of longing. 2 8 8

| was a long moment before she she could say anything at all. And then she said, shaken, trembling, picking her words like stepping stones ‘out of a dangerous place: “I was hoping you'd never say that. Praying you'd let men go back to Dan without—" But the stepping stones weren't good enouzh: she jumped for it: “I'll see you tomorrow,” she said. “I—TI'll telephone. Don’t come with me. I want to be alone.” The tears came as she sank into her taxi—she couldn't hold them back. She wrote the rest of the night away, all one sodden ache of misery, there in the quiet candle-lit room, fragrant with burning logs. ” #” ”

gL going back to the man I love. I love you, too, but not like that.” = She wrote the words firmly, doubting them. But she wrote her duty down plain to look at, and then she rose to go and do it. She left behind her a letter to her Cousin Eunice, who was due back in a day or two, laying her sudden departure on Dan’s need of her—Dan was il], she said. She packed her things, got a taxi, took some money she had earned— there had been an arrangement by which she had commissions on certain sales—and purchased a seat in an airplane—what better could she spend it for?—had herself driven out to Newark and sped westward while the speeding was good. : As her country slid out from under her like a great raised map, she told herself that this strange, uncharacteristic, beautiful interlude was over and that the frozen dead ache inside of her was the beginning of a process of petrifaction that was going to last the rest of her life .. . » » f 4

RS. DANIEL OWENS, of Gray Dome, Colo., stood in a pair of corduroy pants and hip boots, swinging a shovel steadily. It was a heavy shovel. A man-size shovel. Under the impulsion of her strong young muscles her heavy shovel bit deep and canie away heavier with all it could hold from the snowslide under which old Bertram Ilsey and his wife and daughter lay, dead or, at best, dying in their flimsy shanty, unless that long line of swinging shovels swung fast enough. The flannel shirt she wore touched now and then the flannel shirt of the man next to her, and now and then the eyes in his sweaty gleaming fact touched her eyes. “I love you,” his eyes said. *I trust you,” said each full-arched swing of his shovel, each shift of his strong, straignt, clean body. All's right with my world and everything in it—even standing here in the face of possible death—now you've come back to it.” o o ”

WING, swish, heave, fling, faster and faster and faster. Stand back, Death! Push him off! Hold him back! Swing, swish, heave, fling, until muscles ached and the sweat poured down in the thin cold air. And then a shout. Fifty hands raising up beams, lifting the crumpled roof. A deep, humble, exultant cry from all the crowd— “Thank God! They're alive!” And husband and wife trudging, sloshing, plowing hom together, two tall, strong, snow-sodden earthstained people, to the little square board house that was the best they could afford. Inside of it, his lips against hers, his arms around her: “I'm yours,” she said, ever. I love you utterly. I know all the things you'll never have to tell me. And from this e till one of us dies, whatever we do, we do together!”

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