Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 30 January 1941 — Page 25

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THURSDAY, JAN. 30, Serial Story-—

Conscript's Wife

By BETTY WALLACE

YESTERDAY: Suzanne: regrets her . : 7 sngry. denunciation of Martha, but the | . Aamags is done, Bill ieaves the hospital without another word to Paul. Martha hess him to believe tn her, tells him Paul has been a loyal, true friend to Bill and to her. Bill believes, but tells

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Martha to quit her job, to stop seeing Paul.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

. MARTHA MARSHALL never re-| |i: ” : membered, afterward, what she said | | 7. : ; 1 —

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to Bill when he asked her to resign from Air Transport. All she re=membered was the sick surprise, the sudden aching sense of loss. ‘She loved her job. She loved the busy office, the ringing telephone. . She loved the feeling of competence « and usefulness, the heartening self-respect for herself as an indi- + vidual, that came at her desk. And her check meant a great deal to her. To give it up was to ‘ face the bleak prospect of months all my fault, sir, but you can take it cut of my salary!” : and months of emptiness. To face » days of housework. . Days of dish- BUSINESS washing, days of bed-making, days of caring for the children and of listening to Eugene's endless, unchanging complaints about business. “I wouldn't mind,” she thought . helplessly, “if it were necessary— if it were sensible, But it isn't!” Yet though the blood pounded in her temples, though her knees J felt queer, she promised, of course. Afterward, she had that to cling to. / Bill had asked, and she had / promised. She told herself that Bill wanted her to quit so that she and Paul Elliott wouldn’t be thrown together any more. ‘He trusts me. He does trust me. But he thinks this way it'll be easier.” Maybe he was right. She set her lips. Only a few months, after all. Perhaps it wasn't much to ask. ‘Perhaps knowing that Bill could have no doubts, no fears, while she lived at Helen's would be worth this price. So, the day Helen came home irom the hospital, she asked gaily, “Think you can stand me. around the house until Bill gets out of the Army?” Helen's face glowed. “Martha! Do you mean it? Darling, it would be wonderful! But you mustn't unless ‘you really want to. Don’t do it just beeause—because I need you.” “Of course I want to! There's only one string to it. I've simply / got to get my car and Butch.” “The children will love him.” The children did love him. They :loved him almost to death. Poor Butch, whose life had been peaceful and easy, was forced to fetch sticks whether he felt like it or not. His naps were interrupted by childish fingers pulling at his tail or tweaking his ears. The baby climbed up on his broad back and used him for a pony. Genie tormented him until Martha wanted to scream.

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MARTHA HAD written a letter of resignation to the Chief. His answering letter expressed ' regret, enclosed a check to cover two weeks’ vacation, “which we feel you have amply deserved.” Paul; who had left the hospital the day after Suzammeé’s outburst, i had not written or phoned. Martha 10 understood that. Just as he must understand the reason for her resigning. One of the bright spots of living in the little bungalow of Bayville was fhe fact that it was close enough to Bill's camp for regular Sunday visits at trifling expense. Once Eugene and the children piled into the car and looked around the ‘ camp. But most Sundays Martha zy

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drove up alone in the old car. Eugene's mechanic at the garage had done a good job of rejuvenation. Bill and Martha and Butch spent Sundays which were almost, if not k quite, the equal. of the blissful Sundays they had known before Bill became a soldier. They tramped the woods beyond the camp, they sat for hours in the car, talking and making plans for the future. Once in a while, Bill asked casually, “See anybody from home?” She always said, “No. How would hd The camp became as familiar to Martha, as the field outside ‘Air Transport once had been. She even made the acquaintance of a piquant little person who was the wife of a Regular Army sergeant and . who bragged about having lived .on Army posts from Schofield, in Hawaii, to Ft. Davis, in the Canal Zone, . “Me,” said Aggie Moore gaily, “I'm a maneuver widow from ‘way was back. Always swear I'll- stay home it —and always come trotting along.” She sent Martha a shrewd glance, then in the NCO clubroom, where she had invited Martha to wait while Bill scouted around after his pass. “It keeps them happy, you ’%t know. No little green snakes slid-| | «1 ing under the bunk, no ‘wonder who's kissin’ her now’ blues.”

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MARTHA LAUGHED. But the blood was warm in her face. Aggie Moore went on, matter-of-factly, “You can’t make a soldier out of a # 8 =u guy de gious bugs been Sang SHE WAS SUDDENLY, devason. et me tell you, in the|, | ; « J Army like every place else, it's the aungly Lock here, Bill, girl behind the guy who counts! this has on your mind a long “You know . what they're doing|fime. Yqu've kept asking me. Over now? New enlistees can’t marry|and over, Last week and th: week

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I have to look forward to are these G3 oz WER LAS or (Ie Ih ET Sunday visits., And now you're— “A § LZ JOBOARD ir > | i, ol) tr you're—" ) (/ A f 7 1 ¢ . R | / / fi : - oi tik "So you're stuck, at Helen's? Not y TlH i | as gay as having dates with Paul, huh?” She stared at Him. aghast. All these weeks, he had been nursing this resentmerit which she thought was ended. -All these weeks, jealousy had been gnawing at him, She could see it iri his eyes, ugly and angry. He was like a stranger. “Bill,” she pleaded, “you know I haven't seen Paul since the accident. Why can’t you forget it? There’s no use dragging it up now —no use our quarreling over a thing that never mesnt anything in the first pl ace—a | thing that’s over, done witih—" “How can I be sure?” he asked coldly. “You might (ry building a fence around me!” she snapped bitterly. And then .she was running, and Bill was running after her. Qh, they mae it up, that time. But it was still thers, the next time she went to the camp. Like an evil miasme floating in the air

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until they've made one of the first three pay grades. It may be because the brass hats think a soldier lower than third can't support a wife. But if you ask me—and I've been in the Army 10 years—it§ because wives certainly can play\hell with the Army!” “I suppose they can.” The other girl sent her a quick, appraising glance. “I hope you won't think I'm butting in where I don’t belong, Mrs. Marshall—but just lately I've been hearing that your husband's getting to be a regular guardhouse lawyer.” “Guardhouse lawyer? I—I don't - understand . » { 5 YON know, lots of wind, not so nmiuch behind it. Unco-operative, you could call it. Argumentative. Not that he’s an out-and-out goldbricker, but—well—he hasn't seemed so happy in the Army.” “Has he been giving trouble?” Martha asked swiftly. «“®h, nothing much. Extra fatigue, K. P. But I just thought—" "«1 understand,” Martha told her, gratefully. “I—I'll try—" Her voice trailed off. She didn’t know ow 1

before. Do you think I'm seeing Paul? Ig that it? You're so busy stewing about Paul, you have no time to apply yourself to learning what you were sent here to learn! Stop hinting! Simply ask me whether ['ve seen him. I'll tell you.” “Well, have you?” “No!” |Her fingers were shaking. “Don’t you believe me? Bill, what’s the matter with you? I'm doing everything I possibly can to please you. In there at. Helen's—I'm stuck, like a vegetable in a stew! All

around them. . Like a veil of fog, through which (she tried to reach her husband aid couldn't. She thought about it at night, alone in Her bec in the room which she shared with Helen. | If Bill kept this up, resignirig her job had been futile. She might as well be earning a living, might as well be living, doing the work she loved. Would nothing! drive out of his mind this mad jealousy? (To Be Continued)

(All events, names and Sharciers in this story arc fletitious.)

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