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THE NEWS AND THE HERALD, KLAMATH FALLS. OREGON
This Man,
BY i
WILLIAM
CORCORAN
Copyright, 1938, by William Corcoran; NEA Srvic, Inc.
OAST Or CIIAIlACTEni
JOB MIIHHAy-llkf
larra, rw thm, new irli.
HELEN fell In love kr
.
TKIlrlT MALLOWi lonnl lore
.and kept III (
Yealerdnn Frln he erlile of
nenploTmeot, Joe declare to
leeTO for work In the ehlprorde,
but oly over Terrj'e teartul pro.
teate.
CHAPTER XVI
JOB had made tor the door but
Terry flew there before him.
"I'll be good," she taid In a small
choked voice, fighting tor control.
"I'll stop. Don't leave me alone
the last chance I've got with you."
He looked at her. His lace was
grim, and he was suffering. He
looked at her, and then he threw
down his hat. He did not say any
thing; he just stayed there. She
did not say anything; she set about
preparing their dinner. She re
gained control, and she ate with
him In no appetite but with a
quiet, bleakly bland despair.
Late that night she said beside
him, into his ear, "Don't be mad
at me If I say something. I want
to say . . . will you take me with
you?"
It was out of the question, he
told her. She knew all the rea
sons. "Then I wont have you any
more?" she said. "No more here
close to me? All alone . . . here?
Nobody to amuse Terry, tell Terry
what to do, make love to Terry."
He did not speak. She crept on
his shoulder and cried, very quiet
ly, trying not to arouse him. The
obs died slowly and she was still.
Her hands on his shoulder began
to clutch him hard; the nails were
sharp and cruel. She made a
found, a chaotic, primordial sound
of passionate despair, and she
kissed him. Taut with the pain of
those sharp nails in his flesh he
returned the kiss. They were to
gether, in the terrible imminence
of parting. . . .
And so Jo Murray took to the
road again. Out of one town into
another; out of one day into the
next Ufa had rolled backward,
wiping out a wife and home, wip
ing out eves what he had pos
sessed before either: the certainty
of work and the freedom of the
nation. When he rode to Port
Lansing riding, by the way, on a
diversity of conveyances that
chance (sent along the national
highway between he no longet
blew, adrift and lightly; he trav
eled on a set, grim pilgrimage. He
tor up roots and traveled, carry
ing with him the pain of that
TT was a good Job, as jobs go.
The shipyard was an Immense
place. Hundreds worked there, a
small regiment; but yet it looked
jean and hungry, for not long since
they had streamed in of mornings
b an army, 10,000 of them. There
aas a dry dock, and then a wet
lock, and acres of great gaunt
ihops. The dry dock was working,
there were two ships in the wet
lock, but the ship ways, 10 of
bem, loomed empty and silent.
There was no building, and Joe
sas lucky and knew it How long
.ucky, he couldn't tell. Men of a
aundred trades stood about the
rates mornings when he came to
work, haunting the closed employ
ment office. He worked and drew
food money and sent a large por
tion of it back to Terry every
week. They must save what they
could; the future was unknowable
Joe was alone; he lived in a
boarding house on a mean street,
the cheapest could be found,
where his fellows were a raffish,
uncouth lot who would have made
him one of them if they could,
but they could not, for Joe in his
turn could not meet them in their
:hoscn ground, which was drink
ing and women and then more
irinking, so long as there was
money for it. He walked, and he
went to motion pictures, and he
read, and he sat thinking. And he
as alone.
Terry wrote to him often, some
limes day after day. She had one
refrain: she missed him, missed
Him. She worked steadily, and
that was nice, but when she came
nome alone at night, that was ter
rible. Yet she was careful not to
complain. She kept as busy as she
could. She called on his family,
ihe went home with the girls from
the mill, she even called a few
Umes at her own old home. She
lad found a city school where
idults could attend at night and
the was enrolled. She was learn
ng English literature and French.
Not, she said, that she had any
ise for French or expected to be
xme a bookworm or could hope to
be wiser than her Joe, but you
never could tell, some day maybe
when their babies were growing
ip she could help them . . . had
she ever told him, they were go
ing to go to college?
Joe read these things, and his
heart was empty, and he wrote
matter-of-fact replies about the
shipyard and the town and com
mended her for her industry and
luggested things for her to do and
told her to stick it out, she'd come
right side up. And he wrote down
fr the end always that he loved
ner and missed her and they'd
nake out somehow. Whereupon
ae put down his pen in a kind of
empty bitterness.
. i
"THEN came a letter from her,
A full of courage and appalled,
In which she told him of the lay
oft at the mill. She had lost her
job! Some of the oldest girls re
mained, but most of the mill was
out She did not throw herself on
him in panic, but discussed imme
diately her adjustments and plans.
She could find something if she
looked hard; she didn't need much
money, and girls were still hired
around because they were cheap.
In fact a girl could get a job most
anywhere. She had listened to
them, and she knew.
She could even, couldn't she, get
a job in Fort Lansing . . . and they
could be together?
That was not like her; she
would, ordinarily, have inconti
nently come. But she was afraid
of him, of that grimness, of that
change.
Joe wrote an immediate reply in
which he said no, impossible! Then
He tore up that letter and did not
write another for two days. But
when he wrote he still said no, it
couldn't be done, it was too risky,
too far from home where there
was no least hope to fall back on
in extremity. His job was still far
too chancy. He missed her, but he
couldn't allow it
She thought he was overfearful,
acking in confidence in her. She
thought he was really wrong. She
irgued, daintily and beguilingly,
replying.
But Joe was right The powers
were too strong against her. The
week after the shut-down of the
mill, the shipyard announced com
plete suspension. The entire small
regiment was turned out, so that
Jie day following, the closed em
ployment office was for the first
ime in months not haunted by a
lolitaxy soul. Joe Murray was
.Timed out with them, and he
thanked his old buddy for the lift
while it lasted, and went home
ind sat by his boarding house
room window and watched the sun
o down, down slowly into dark
ness in the west.
It looked like a sun that was
going down forever.
(To Be Continned)
They ought to put a mounted
specimen of a real man in the
American Museum o f ratural
History so society eirls can eet a
look at one. Mary belle Travis,
member of a socially prominent
New York family, who has gone
to work.
Civilization has to be reearned
by every generation. Will Dur-
ant
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