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tell, Cassie; * | when that look oom over “your y face.” o | Parker was a little drunk, too. “Oh, I know.” he waved his hand w= (at. her, “you

for alll» * * Cassie followed him out.

since we've been married, you keep ‘nausea, and she felt mad, too.

with a wrench. of. self-pity, “still

“WELL oMON' ton, Let's ot out of here and settle this once. and

a swell job of [strode ahead of her angrily. She pretending, but all the time, ever felt dizzy now and on the verge of

thinking of him. Lord almighty, | In the car he started the motor Cass, I used to see that look come { with ‘a roar and shifted gears with over your face when I kissed you a grinding sound as he spun the

gi in love with Mike after all this mes." car out of the gravel drive. - time.” th “Hush!” ° “Parker, you don't mean you want “Well, all right! This is it! I'll} {me to—that you want a—" Ing SUPPOSE youre Rsning go to In is alone, if that's| “A divorce? Why not?"

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REMEMBERED what he a “Lord almighty, Cass, I used to see that - come over your face sometimes hen I kissed you." It was true e had thought of Mike sofetimes while Parker was kissing her.’ “Well, if you really wbb 1 a di-

vorce, Parker,” she sald. “Only =" Only what? occurred to her heir marriage would ever end like this?

“I didn’t say that was what I

come to Indianapolis with me, A You refused to give up Jour: Juan same, ;

and he. parked the car. ; “It's really quite simple, Cassie, Quite simplé. We can't- go on as we have the past months, you know.” That was true. Neither of them had been happy. Not since Ellen died. : .Even before that. But it

09. it had never hadn't been because she hadn't

tried. Or had it? Her head began to ache, a slow throbbing pain, and she couldn't think.

THEY HAD reached the farm |door

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yawned and looked up, Her bright hair, brushed now, gleamed about her small face. The

light from the bed lamp lit up the

smooth, firm contours of her small, beautiful features.

. f #2» “WHAT COOKS now?”

There was mockery in the words, and a mocking look In the blue

“You don't mind if I asleep with you tonight, Len; do. you? Parker and I quarreled.” “I don't care” Leni muttered.

(To Be + Continued)

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“PARKER, why do you have to live in Indianapolis anyway. Couldn't you commute?” * © “Well—I suppose I could. That's : [probably what I will do,” Parker sald after a moment. “Leni could be of more help to me that way, too. Leni's a pretty smart kid. She really learned the ropes in ‘New York—I mean about the music 0." Leni had learned a few ofieé] “ropes in New York, too. “Poor Leni,” Cassie said. “Oh, don't always be saying ‘poor Leni’! As if she were some poor lost .poul!” Parker said impatiently. “At Jeast Leni knows what she wants and goes after it. Darn it! You're go cautious, Cassie, and so careful “tand conscientious about everything! Pon’'t you ever gamble on anything!”

. 8» CASSIE tried to smile. “Leni and I are a good deal different I guess, in a lot: of ways.” 3f shé had taken a gamble on Mike end thrown everything overboard end gone with him when he had v2 wanted her to, she thought, wouldn't be here. And.the family would have survived somehow. She began to sniffle a little, thinking about Mike, because she was a trifle tipsy. “That's right,” Parker said suddenly. “Go ahead and bawl. You're So self-sufficient. You always know what's best!” “I'm not crying over you!” she

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