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*>««. zt. 1948 MllOB Cltr dlob«'Olltlt«, CHAPTER 35 "Yes, he left last night." "Why didn't he call me?" - last trip he would "^her go away and get it over with. I he papers were ready for signing, so he took them and went." "When is he coming back?" "I don't know. It will not take long in Chicago. But he took time off , a jl d is going to Minneapolis and St. Louis to try to get rid of the investments he has there, since he will not be commuting any longer. A couple of weeks, I sup-pose." me l ° P ° P UP I always like having you, Donna, but it seems a tedious trip for so few hours. He didn't leave until last night so I'm not lonesome yet. Come whenever you feel like it, but the trip for one night is rather tough, especially when you are so comfortable in town." "Sure you're all right?" "Yes, of course. We had a quiet weekend, a lot of talk and too much to eat as usual." "How is he feeling?" "He was tired when he got home but he gave himseli a lot of rest over the weekend." "Well, if you're sure you're all right I think I'll wait till Saturday. Any time you want me, just give me a buzz. And whenever you feel like a splurge among the neons, it's on me." "I'll remember, Donna. Take care of yourself." She repressed the almost overpowering urge to tell Donna to come at once, come quickly. There was no hurry, she knew, but. she felt hurried. The talking could wait, though her excited thoughts »et her lips trembling. Donna must come in her own good time. •As it happened, Donna did not come until Sunday. She was invited to what she described by telephone as a very special, important party that Saturday night, one she couldn't afford to miss, and it would take most of Saturday to get herself properly beautified. Her mother understood perfectly. She hoped Donna would have a wonderful time at the party. Yes, Dad had telephoned. As far as he was concerned, Chicago was now at the bottom of Lake Michigan. Now only Minneapolis and St. Louis remained to be wiped from his personal elate. It was late Sunday morning when Donna reached home. She was surprised to find that her mother had gone to church. Usually this did not happen on mornings when Donna came. But a note on the hall table was sufficient explanation. Dr. Orian was guest-preaching that morning. Dr. Orian had been a former pastor of theirs, a favorite with both her parents. It was Dr. Orian, Donna remembered, who had christened her and David. Natural enough to go to church that morning. The very naturalness of it was a relief to Donna. She had feared her mother might be indulging in a mood of melancholia, perhaps sulking or resentful, after the passionate scene between them on her last visit. To Donna, all her home comings now were visits. In all her 24 years, there had been no other such distressful discussion and she had not looked forward to returning with any pleasurable anticipation. Well, her mother had forced it-upon her,, and Donna congratulated herself that, though most unpleasantly, she had closed .that subject of conversation forever. She walked through the rooms, humming cheerfully. Deftly she arranged in appropriate vases the flowers she had brought. She opened the box of candy and heaped a tray with fresh fruit. Since she was at home, her thoughts turned to Mark Banister, who, all her life, had been so much a part of the household. Once she went to the telephone and lifted the receiver, intending to call him. But she did not dial. She had made what overtures she could. The next move must come from Mark. • To Donna, the aftermath.of her unprecedented scene with her mother was surprising and, to a degree, pleasurable. Though she had wanted her secret to remain buried and its disclosure had been forced upon her, and though she regretted the harshness of her ac- cusations, her general feeling wa one of profound relief. A heavj burden had been lightened. A se cret cache had been relieved o cumbersome, unwanted storage. Her mood had changed, too Small things, hitherto ignored o smilingly passed by, irritated her i>ne showed impatience, both in the apartment and at the office At the office her small outburst met with good-natured chaffing . Be careful, Donna. The old maid 1? y ° u , 5s not in your footsteps xou d better advertise for a bo's friend." ,, At the apartment, the girls though puzzled, practiced thei policy of minding their own busi ness. But they had their surmises Love trouble, most likely, or maybe a setback in business They were a little shy with her, reserved, considerate. Donna, with her smile off, was almost stranger. The surprising feature of it was that Donna wanted Mark, surprising to Donna, that is. No one else knew of it and Donna herself resented it. What good was Mark to her? Mark, who would have none of her boundless love without ignominious fetters of wedlock! Still, being in the main an honest sou], Donna knew she wanted him. She was further relieved when at last her mother came, smiling warmly affectionate as always Pleased with the flowers, the candy and fruit. Obviously she was harboring no resentment. Together they prepared and ate their midday meal, chatting unaffectedly'of various friends and their domestic and social activities. Donna told about the party the night before, the party of importance. "I was the only insignificant person present," she said triumphantly. "1 can't imagine how I ever got myself invited. All the others were high-uppy-ups in radio." They, too, were sitting on opposite sides of the fireplace when Jean "said pleasantly, "Donna, there is something I think I should tell you." Donna's eyes went black and her lips tightened. There was warning in the look she gave her mother. "Things people think they should tell are usually better left unsaid. Is this something you want to tell me?" "I can't say I really want to," Jean admitted. Then her chin lifted and she said with dignity, "It is something I am 'going to tell you, even though I am betraying a confidence in doing so." "Okay, Mother. It's your party." "It's about your father and Magda Long," Jean said bravely "When it was all over, he talked to me about it and—" "I'm not interested in the lurid details, Mother," Donna interrupted coldly. "No, of course not. I do not know the lurid details. I would not broadcast them if I did. He talked to me and made me see things differently. From his point of view. I wanted him to tell you the same things he told me—" "The salient fact seems to cover the situation." "No, it doesn't. It only covers the facts, not the feelings, the emotions. They are important, too. When Alan told me about it, I was still ashamed of him, I was disappointed in him, and I was hurt too, bitterly hurt. But after he told me, I felt sorry for him. I could almost see how he had drifted into it and how nard it was to get out of it and especially how heartsick he was about the whole business. I felt sorry for him. I wanted him to tell you the same things and he wouldn't." "He could hardly expect me to adopt such a maternalistic attitude toward him." '' No > Chat's right. I hadn't thought of it that way. I suppose that's what he meant." "What he meant about what?" "When he said he couldn't talk to you. He said you would never understand it, he couldn't make you understand it. He said he would rather be dead. So he's going to do that instead." ™ «. are not ver y coherent, Mother. But one thing seems qmte clear. Dad and I agree that there s no point in discussing it. Shall we drop it there?" "We can't drop it. There'll be the funeral to take care of. And the Better he is going to write "I hope you know what you are talking about. I don't. And I'm not interested, either." "I told you, Donnaf He said he would rather be dead than try to make you understand it. I see now that he was right. He could never make you understand. So he went west on this last trip and is going to write you a letter about it and then have an accidental death of some kind. When they find the body—it may be some time if it is by drowning, though I don't see how he could arrange that very wel! in the middle of winter—but there will have to be a funeral." A look of intense distaste swept Donna's face. "Mother, I am surprised at you. I hope you didn't confide this cock-and-bull scheme fo Dad. He would think you have lost your mind. I almost think so myself." Try and Stop Me By BENNETT CERF TT.EARING a man complain of his worries, Chess Cham•"-A pion Herbert Wise assured him, "Come with me and consult my friend Kadison. He'll work wonders for vou "' They visited Kadison, who ' obligingly said to the friend, "Now let's analyze your worries one by one." "First." said the man. "I owe two hundred dollars for my daughter's wedding. Second, I owe ninety dollars to my tailor. Third, the electric light bill is overdue. That's eighteen dollars more. And fourth, I'm overdrawn by three hundred dollars at the bank already." Kadison did a little mental calculating- and said cheerfully, "That adds up to just six hundred-and eight dollars. Forget all the details, think of that, and you'll have one worry left." "What did I tell you?" said Wise genius!" "That fellow Kadison's a A recent dispatch from Aberdeen, Scotland, advises us that Sir Harry Lauder has purchased a dachshund—so that the entire family can pet it at the same time. lamuy Copyright, 1948. by Bennett Cerf. Distributed by Kin E Features Syndicate. Inc. SCOTT'S SCRAP BOOK By R. J. SCCTT -1HE OF AUSfRALlA DINOSAURS WERE CELlcArftLY , m EEL-LIKE FISH IH A SAJ.-fkl 1$ ^HE FAMOUS BOWBAV or 1MDIA. .SIZE. AMD WERE. IHOFFEHS1V£ BOARD AND ROOM By GENE AHERN V, • AND I BECAME SO ENTHUSED OVER. 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