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TUESDAY, FEB. 18, 1941 .

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SERIAL STORY—

Drafted for

Love By RUTH AYERS

YESTERDAY—April is falling in love with her sister's sweetheart, and he thinks she is Ann. After that one kiss, April decides to explain the hoax, admit her love. She begins but Kent interrupts. He sees her as a different Ann— She's quit being second to sister April. And Kent blames April.

CHAPTER EIGHT

THE HILLS WERE SO close and blue; the sky, unchanged; the smell of the wood fire still lingered. But to all this, April Burnett was oblivious. : It's like that when you parachute from rose-colored clouds and land feet first on hard brown earth. At first, she was too stunned to be angry. It seemed, in fact, as if she were sitting beside a stranger who was telling her something about another stranger. Kent, now that he had started, was plunging ahead. He loved Ann, her sister; he had a deep desire to protect her, and yet, as April could tell from the way he talked, he wanted Ann to. be sure of herself. ’ “Oh, April may turn out all right someday,” he said with a grudging attempt to be fair. April nodded, found herself mumbling something silly that sounded like, “Sure—yes, I think 50.” “The trouble with April is that she never looks beyond her mirror. Everyone raves about how beautiful she is, how stunning, Personally, I could never see it.” “No?” ; “She has a greedy complex, thinks that she’s so ravishing she can .get anything she wants, no matter whose toes she treads on.” “That's right.” April mumbled it again and all the time she kept thinking, “This isn’t me he’s talking about.” #8 9

. BUT IT WAS and she must take it. Once or twice she even found her lips twitching with a half smile. It had it's funny side, too. No one had ever told her all her faults like this before. : “She's spoiled,” Kent said. “Everyone has spoiled April.” “Not Octavia.” “Who—oh, Octavia. Well, Octavia can’t be fooled like outsiders. She knows!” : “That's true.” » “What's more,” Kent went on, “the Glitterbug figures she’s the belle of the town and everyone owes her homage.” April made a stab to defend herself. “Oh, I don’t think that, Kent. She doesn’t mean to. It’s just she is, well, maybe a little thoughtless.” “A little?” he snorted. “Your trouble, Ann, is that you've always been loyal to her. Whether she meant to or not, she was giving you an inferiority complex. All those boy friends hanging around her, all that so-called popularity, naturally made you feel you were being pushed aside. I've always told you that, but you've learned it for yourself now.” “yes—I guess maybe I have,” April agreed and felt the ghost of a smile on her lips again. Indeed she had learned for herself what April Burnett was like! Kent pulled a pipe from his pocket, fumbled for tobacco. Then he leaned contentedly close to April as she held a match to the bowl, “Sorry,” he’ chuckled, “I didn’t mean to waste time talking about April. It was only because I'm so glad you've pulled out of the pocket before you did anything desperate. It makes that quarrel we had seem awfully silly now, doesn’t if, my love?” “Oh yes,” April choked the words out, “I'd forgotten we quarreled at all.” : «As it shouldbe.” «we'll forget about April, too,” he said. “Let her go her glittery way and more power to her.” “That’s what I say.” . “I'm afraid though, she’s going to have a rude awakening one of these days.” Something” impish rose in April, even while she smarted and stung with the terrible hurt of his words. “yes,” she said, “and I bet it will be soon.” 2 #8 =n KENT DREW HER to him and the touch of his lips brushing her cheek was her undoing. "It wasn’t fair. What he'd said was wrong and heartless. And because she was so hurt, she wanted to fight

back. The April storm side of her he'd been more than convinced tani day,

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began to rise up like thunder. She’d speak out now. “Happy, darling?” asking. : Even behind the dark glasses she could feel the look of acoris tion in the temporarily unseeilg eyes. He loved Ann. He thought it was she beside him. Ahead of him were critical days in the hospital, a battle he’d have to fight out in the darkness. |Ttis was his day. It must end in peace for him no matter what happened. If she shattered it, she would be even worse than he had described her. She would be the worst of all, a cruel person. Yes, she would carry out the masquerade a little longer. This would be the last time she'd see him—the end of the love that for her could have been the real thing. “Youre shivering,” he said. “you're trembling.” “It's blown up a little colder.” Then because she must play the part of Ann a little longer, the forced herself to sit beside him, cradling his head, stroking the brief, crisp wave in his hair. | | “We must go,” she said at lust, “I'll bank the fire so there won't be any life left in it.” Ho There were things to do and the was glad to be busy. Folding ‘he blanket, packing the kit, trampling in the ashes where the grill hac been. She felt the blisters on er fingers smarting and stray wisps of hair which she had tried to waar like Ann, stuck -to her forehead

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she wasn’t beautiful. She pulled up the collar of Ann’s coat. She hated the coat. She hated the sight

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Kent called to her as he stacked the blanket and the kit in his arms. “Sometimes you get very hunchy when your eyes are gone,” he said. She jumped. Did he know? Had he guessed? “I've a feeling,” he went on, “that there’s a fog rolling up over the hills.” Nip, who'd been sleeping soundly on a full stomach, came bounding. “What you could tell, old boy, if you could talk,” April whispered. Kent was taking a last survey, as if in. not seeing the majestic panorama of hills and brown fields, he yet was seeing it with some eye of the mind. 3 “Beautiful day,” beautiful you.” She held his arm to guide him hack to the car. And then in one desperate, reckless plunge she added the last salute. Oh, it was wrong, wicker, a lie and yet the truest thing she’d ever said. “No matter what happens,” she whispered, “I love you.”

(To Be Continued)

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(All events, names and characters in this story are fictitious.)

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