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THE NEWS AND THE HERALD, KLAMATH FALLS. OREGON
. SERIAL STORY f
HIT-RUN LOVE
BY MARGUERITE GAHAGAN
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CHAPTER IV
THERE wai nothing but music,
laughter, color Inside the doors
of the club, nothing to remind one
of mbtle worries, groundless sus
elcloni. Pat swung into the first
dance with Larry, loving the firm
way he held her, the ease with
which she could now follow his
every step.
She saw Larry's eyes suddenly
grow alert, saw a smile come to
his lips and a nod of pleased rec
ognition as they passed another
couple.
"Dottia Barnes." he told her un
dcr his breath. "Quite a looker."
After the dance Larry maneu
vered until they were standing
near the girl. There were Intro
ductions, laughter, the flip con
versation of the smart set. rai
felt frozen, stupid with self
consciousness. Tall, sunburned "Sailor" Brom
ley detached himself from Dottia
. Barnes and turned toward Pat
She looked at him with Interest
Ud to now he had been a name
In the society pages: the heir to
his father's woolen mills and mil
lions and the place made by his
family In the local "400."
A silky smile curved bis lips,
and a knowing, daring light
danced in his brown eyes.
"Where've you been keeping
yourself, gorgeous?" he said. "Or
have I been missing something?"
She tried to keep up with the
sophisticated swing of the con
versation, but it was lorcea. xou
haven't missed anything," she told
him. "I'm new here. You see I'm
a working girl enjoying her night
out." It gave her a secret pleas
ure to see the way Larry's Jaw
tightened. She didn't know why
ahe wanted to hurt him, make him
angry, but something drove her
on. The night was all wrong. II
had started all wrong.
TJOTTIE BARNES stopped telk
tag when she saw Larry!
yes travel to Pat and Bromley.
"She's more than a stenog
rapher," Larry added in a tone
ihe recognized as annoyed. "She's
in traffic court; works forejudge
Kelly. She also has a traffic com
plex cant talk anything else but
work."
Bromiay took Fat by the arm.
How about a drink? Who cares
how many cops are handing out
tickets tonight You're too pretty
to start crusading anyway. We'll
have a drink, and then do a lit
tle speedin' on the dance floor."
She looked about for Larry, but
he was too engrossed with DotUt
to notice anyone else. She felt
Bromley's hand possessive on hex
own, and followed him down to
the little barroom made to look
like a ship. They sat on high
tools ana sipped iced drinks. .
"And I'm getting my boat in
shape. Taking her out on the
river next week," he was saying.
"After that IH be prepared for
company. As soon as ifs warmer
we'll go sailing. I'm willing to
bet cash youH make a decorative
deck hand, too." He finished his
drink and folded his arms on the
Httle bar. "How about lunch to
morrow?" "I'm a working girl, remember.
can't flutter around lik one of
Ihese social butterflies."
"Don't want any more butter'
flies." He stared into the glass and
his voice was husky, his words
more thick. "Give a guy the run
round. But two can do that,
honey. Let 'em go for handsome
salesmen. Let 'em pay the bills,
too. Nuts to social butterflies "
At least, Pat thought, he had
eauea the situation correctly. He,
too, saw Dottie and Larry in the
proper light.
He looked at her as thoueh see
ing her anew. "Say we werel
goin' to dance. Goin' to show 'em
some fancy steps. Come on."
JJROMLEY took her in his arms
and they joined the others on
the floor. He held her too close,
but despite his fogginess he was a
good dancer. Still she felt they
were conspicuous. She tried des
perately to catch Larry's eye, but
he continued to ignore her Dlea.
The saxophones rumbled . and
me violins shrilled, the drums
beat out a frenzied tattoo and the
clarinet shrieked. They were near
the door when it ended, and she
felt tired and beaten. She didnt
know if Larry avoided her because
he was punishing her for the
questions she had asked on the
way out, or if he was deliberately
making a play for Dottie. She
only knew a dull ache filled her
heart And then she saw a fa
miliar face, a face that smiled and
for a moment gave her back poise
and courage. She turned and un
noticed by the others went into
the hall.
"Imagine seeing you here." Tom
Sweeney took her hand in a warm
grasp of pleasure. "I'm glad to
know you take time out to play."
"And I'm glad to see that you
aren't always the prosecutor," she
laughed. "Are you here for the
dance?"
"No, came out this afternoon to
ihoot some golf, played a few
holes, got soaked in the rain, then
played bridge, had dinner, and
now find it's time to go home for
some well-deserved rest"
Her disappointment showed in
her face. "Oh I thought maybe
you were here for the party."
"Not in these clothes," he
grinned. "It's a tough break for
me, because I cant even go on the
floor for a dance." He glanced
Into a nearby deserted lounge
where dim lights made shadows
an the polished floors. "We can
bear the music and we might be
able to sneak a dance," he told
her, with all the enthusiasm of a
little boy. "I hate to miss a chance
tor I dent know when I'll have
one again."
Her face lighted and she an
swered by moving past him into
the room itself. Suddenly she felt
tree of the stiffness that had held
her all evening. Here it was quiet,
comfortable. Tom was kind, sim
ple, her own kind. The music
swung into a waltz, and she found
herself held gently in his arms
while he danced with an almost
aid-fashioned grace.
T'HE last bars of the waltz grew
faint and the hubbub in the
ballroom arose. Tom bowed for
mally. "Thanks for the grand
climax," he said. "You haven't
been discovered yet Let's sit the
next dance out."
A cool breeze blew in the open
French doors that faced a deep
couch. She leaned back, watch
ing his profile lighted by the
flaming match he held to his cig
aret "Yes," she said softly, al
most afraid to break the stillness.
"It's been a perfect ending "
"It hasn't ended for you," he re
minded her, smilingly. "You still
bave a whole evening of fun and
dancing ahead. The parties here
last long, you know."
She dropped her lashes to hide
the feeling of unhappiness that
flooded her when she was re
minded that her evening would go
on and on. That sensation of
dread, of uneasiness, came back
upon her. Things had been so per
fect and they were now so sud
denly changed. She felt lost,
helpless. She wanted to lean over
and hold tightly to his hands, to
press her face close to that rough
coat, to have him tell her that life
was the same, and that the love
between herself and Larry had
not changed.
"You shouldn't have to work,"
he said. "You should have a nice
home, a loving husband, and all
the time you want to dance and
play."
She shrugged her shoulders and
looked away to hide the feeling of
the unknown fear that came over
her again. "I wouldn't make a
good social butterfly," she said.
"Weil, that's a break . for me,
then. It means I'll see you at work
on Mondays, and Tuesdays and
Wednesdays for weeks and
weeks, I hope."
(To Be Continued)
News arrives of a windstorm
that blew down a camper's tent
and made off skyward with a
guitar. To the strains of I
Like Mounting Music"?
My relationship with Mr. Lew-
Is is very fine It has been
thoroughly strained. Homer
Martin, United Auto Workers
chief.
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