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Newspaper Page TextSERIAL STORY BANNERS BY MARY RAYMOND CHRIST1K LOSES SOMETHING CHAPTER IX ' pHREE things Tommy's letters to the family, Sandra's job, and the luu ut Stephen's were the sparks that touched oft the mar ital explosion. Tommy's bitterness and his petty jealousy of Bart, smoldering always near the surface, were all too apparent in those brief notes home. Ho didn't see much of Sandra, he wrote. Girls always went for inslgnias and stripes, and it didn't matter whether they were worn by single or married men. Girls were funny that way. San dra had her entertainer's job and gave Bart credit for landing it. Mrs. Colton said irritably: "1 think Tommy has a right to be angry. Why should Bart waste any time with this girl? Bart has a wife, and if I do say so, a lovely one. I think all this is a reflec tion on you, Christie." "All this?" Christie's tone was indignant. "I'm not sure what you mean. You know how Tom my is he makes the hugest mountains out of the tiniest mole hills. I happen to believe Bart loves me. Just because he is po lite to Sandra, Tommy sees green." "I suppose I'm not very mod ern," Mrs. Colton retorted. "But I don't believe in married men flirting around." Christie bit back excited words. She was furious with her mother furious with Bart because she felt humiliated. "I simply won't let anybody create trouble between us," she told herself. But her heart was heavy as she thought of Sandra, who was in a position to see Bart so often, and who had no scruples about trespassing. Christie plunged more deeply in war work . . . Red Cross, home defense, victory garden meetings. Jan told her she was running a race with her to see which one would be the skinny girl in the circus. "And your eyes they're not exactly filled with happiness, my dear sister," Jan said. "Wouldn't it be funny if you and I sat down and had a truth game. It might help, but we can't. We're not made that way." "In the first World War, they always said 'e'est la guerre,' " Christie said slowly. "I guess it's still the war. It is upsetting a lot of applecarts." "You and Bart certainly picked the wrong time to be married. All you really knew about him was that he was good-looking and could dance." "Ridiculous!" Christie spoke Impatiently. "I had been dating Bart three years." "Oh, dating! The time you really find out about a man is when the kitchen stove smokes and the kitchen sink is stopped up. Those little minor things, my dear." "Oh, hush," Christie said. May be Bart was disappointed in her. Maybe marriage had proved dull, and different from what he had expected. Maybe he would have been happier with some girl who was fun instead of a sober some body who was taking the war seriously. CHE ns sitting in a little park. across from the apartment the next Friday afternoon. Stephen found her there huddled under Jan's plaid coat-looking dejected and very much like a little girL "I'm a pretty good detective," Stephen said, smiling. "It didn't take me a minute to know why I got my job back. There I was jobless, one day and the next day called back. Mr. Wainwright told me someone in whom he had great confidence had confidence in me. This somebody told him he was too big and fine to listen to a lot of youthful and intolerant chatter. Funny thing, Christie, if I hadn't been so worried about Mother, I'd have wanted to stay fired." "Stephen!" "Yep. There's something I want to do. I appreciate what you did, anyway. I think you are abso lutely the most wonderful girl in the world." His words were soothing to the open wound that was Christie's hurt pride. Stephen was a dear. He thought everything she did was right wonderful. Bart didn't "There's a little old blue goost on my shoulder," Christie said "I can't seem to shake him off." "That's bad." Stephen studied her sober face thoughtfully. "Too much work and too little play. Bad for Jill as well as Jack. Come on. I'll race you to that old band pa villlon. There's nothing better for shaking off a blue goose than a good gallop." "All right!" Christie got to her feet, laughing. Stephen quickened his pace and they were suddenly running close together. In the gathering dusk, she failed to see the hole that seemed to open up suddenly In her path. She stumbled and would have fallen, but Stephen caught her, holding her close for a mo ment. Christie could hear the pound ing of his heart. She drew away, speaking breathlessly. "Thanks, Stephen. I might have had a spill." "I couldn't bear for you to be hurt," he said in a low tone. Christie avoided his gaze, and they walked on slowly. She was troubled. She must be more cas ual in the future. Stephen had sounded oh, well, romantic was the word. H1OMMY came home the follow ing week-end. : He looked around Christie's small living room with critical eyes. "How does Bart like it?" "Oh, fine," Christie answered; without animation. . i FLYING COPYRIOHT. 114. NEA (ERVICK, INC. "Not good, not bad but if it suits you two, I guess it's okay. I thought I was coming in with Bart last Friday, but I didn't stand in with the Powers-That-Be, so I didn't get leave." "But Bart didn't come home last week-end." Tommy looked astonished. Then he laughed: "Don't hand me that casual stufT. It was Friday, the 13th. Remember now? Bart and Sandra were driving off and I re minded them what da' it was. Bart said it was lucky for him no matter what numerals were tacked on the day, and Sandra said she took her luck where she found it. Remember now? Did you have any bad luck?" "Yes, I remember," ChrLstie said in a low tone. "Yes, I had some bad luck." "What, for instance?" "I lost something," Christie's voice choked. She was fighting to be calm, to hold her head high until Tommy was gone. No use to let him know that he had pulled her world down for her in the last few mo ments. "You are looking pretty low, Christie. Bart is, too. When I told him so. he threatened to pitch me out He's a sorehead lately if I ever saw one. Have you had a row?" "No," 'Christie whispered. "Please don't talk, Tommy. I can't bear any more." She closed the door after him. She walked about, emptying the ash tray, moving an ornament on the mantel, stirring' the fire. He had come home that day, but he had not come near her. He had been with Sandra. She could see them together. Sandra look ing up at Bart, her dark hair like a cloud about her small face, her red poppy moulh lifted, her big dark eyes laughiii., at Bart. "It didn't take her long." Chris tie thought, wildly. ''I'll write him," she decided desperately. "I'll tell him I've found out there's someone else. He'll know what I mean. 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