Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 4 October 1940 — Page 34

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. By Marguerite Gahagan

YESTERDAY: Kitty finds Vera's glove in the office, but Vera explains its loss easily. Mr. Clark is worse. Sue Mary - realizes that he can't help her, that she - : must solve the problem herself. What if _ Nick and Vera have anticipated dis- = oovery. In that case Sue Mary would be made a fool.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE :~ LUNCHTIME CAME and Sue

Mary put on the wide-brimmed -straw hat that made her look like a

"2 little girl, deepened the golden glints

in her brown eyes. She was so absorbed that she literally ran into Nick before she saw him in the lobby of the office building. “So blind you can’t see me?” he -demanded, taking her by the elbows and shoving her back away from the crowd coming from the elevators. “I'm not sure that pleases me.” She drew a frightened breath, but _managed to hide her fears and smile. “After all, one doesn’t expect to see you here.” “But here I am, and guess why?” His dark face was close to hers and his eyes looked deep into her startled brown ones. “To see you, my dear. When a . man’s in love he wants to see his girl. And there seems to be less and less chances these days. Sue Mary, you know that. At the hall there are always people; people wanting me to do this and that; asking questions, wanting to talk. And at the apartment — “He shrugged his shoulders, “Well, there's either Vera - or Natalie—" “But Nick—"” She didn't know what was coming, but she instinctively prepared herself. “What else—?” “I have to talk to you, darling. I tonight.” ” ” 2

SHE FELT her mind whirling. To-

night—but tonight Nick and Vera |- - meant to come to the office for “Tonight,” she re-|

peated stupidly. “Yes, dear. Natalie said you had to work late last night. I thought maybe we could talk here. I could

- meet you and take you home-—"

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“But Nick—" she groped for words trying to understand how this new move fitted the picture. “But—I—I don’t work every night. Last night was an exception.” “You could do it again. If it meant we could see each other. Talk together. Give me a chance to tell you what's in my heart.” “But here—" she repeated. “Why here?” “Because we could be alone, and that’s what I want, darling. Alone with you for just a little while. “You could pretend you had some work left over from last night. You could be here for just a little while,” he repeated. “And I could take you home. Say 10 o’cloek, Sue Mary. We could meet here, and then in an hour—Iless if you wanted—we could leave. “Promise me, darling. There's so - much I want to tell you. So much—" He leaned toward her, kissed her lips and abruptly vanished into the crowd on the street. The food before her on the drug store counter was tasteless. She ate her sandwich and drank her milk, but she wasn’t conscious of the taste of either. If Nick meant to carry through his plan with Vera, why did he want her present? And surely, after the careful groundwork laid by Vera, he

. »wouldn’t toss the whole thing aside

: “keep her

even if—as he so ardently insisted— he was in love with her and did want to see her. » But that was ridiculous, she told ‘herself. She knew real love with Joe, and she knew Nick wasn’t in love; not really. This was a move in his game, but she still. couldn't see how she would fit in. Unless he meant to involve her so deeply that she couldn’t disclose what was going on. 1 Her hands grew cold and she could feel the freezenfrom the drug store fan dry the perspiration that broke out on her brow. What if Vera knew she had been inh the office last night in time to witness her scene with: young Ross Clark? What if they were both afraid of how much she knew? Perhaps they planned to make her serve as an accomplice tonight and thereby from disclosing their plans? So She had a feeling that they didn’t trust her. If she could only think. If "she

". could only see what to do.

She knew she couldn’t stand idly by and permit them to carry out «their plan. Every instinct of de“cency, every instinct of American~ism within her rebelled. They

"didn’t know the meaning of patriot- |

‘ism. She smiled a little. I'm think-

' “4ng like a Girl Scout, she said to

- herself. i. Only, in these days, patriotism “has suddenly become something «wital and terribly important. * a world cracking about you, with i» your country—the country in which : your parents and grandparents had » ‘worked and toiled and lived to make %.it free and safe—now faced with © stark danger—patriotism was much - more than a word, .or a verse or a song, or a line from a poem.

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IT WOULDN'T HAVE been so bad, she thought, if I could stop and think this thing out clearly, sanely, but there's Joe, too. What was happening to him? She closed her eyes and pictured him in the hospital: quiet, motionless on the white bed, his blond head swathed in bandages, doctors and nurses moving about him; con-,-sultations, X-rays, diagnoses, operations. « Life without Joe—She gripped the : marble top of the counter as she 2 ¢elt her head swim in dizzy circles s:and a pall of blackness began to a~descend. The coolness of the maraeble, the breeze from the fan gave Fisher strength. Somehow she got back “to the office. a= There was a note iCall Mercy Hospital.

on her desk. She had left

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