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Globe-Gazette from Mason City, Iowa · Page 9

Mason City, Iowa
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Monday, December 27, 1948
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Tor n^ C ° u ^ Funi< PonrSS* . Pomp/' e * ' Maion CHr Globi-G*zetle, Mnon Cllr. J CHAPTER 32 TNA loves Mark enough for 1 ??* mar riage. Don't Mrs. CoDwell told lucky , found J t c ? n *, >magine what's come Tt V ' he said lar greer hit J bloy cor 'a : sta hei dei "Tl - S0 everything." She? I wonder - Or whether l i eness was anolh *r sly defense. Let's go it tonight." - sure she this week end? I don't want I>U g ° r,~+- "^ - SI ?' t comin S- Haven't you noticed what she has been doing, Alan; Removing herself from us mtle by little, more and more. *rom us and from her friends here. She is establishing herself in New York away from us Oh gradually, kindly, she wouldn't hurt us for the world—but her in. tention is obvious. It is now. God knows I was slow enough seeing through it. Like everything else she has done, she made it all seem so reasonable. Come on. Let's eo to bed." "You go, Jean. I want to sit nere alone and curse myself out for a while. I'll sleep better for it. Try not to worry, Jean. It's a ghastly mess. My fault, I know. But we'll pull through. At heart Donna is sound and good. She'll weather this." .."It isn't just a tornado, Alan, a ,hort twister. I wish it were. /onna's been in stormy seas ^ rig, long time—too long. She , 4s a life raft. Good night.-Alan. /n't stay up too long. You've had /tough trip." , "And a tougher landing," he said grimly. He stood up and took her arms in his 2 hands. "Jean, tell me the truth. You said you forgave me completely. Did you? Down in the bottom of your heart, Jean, did you forgive me completely?" She met his eyes straightly and smiled. "Yes," she said. "And I not only forgave you. I got over letting it hurt me—until this came up." "Thank you, Jean." He kissed her tenderly. "Jean, did—she tell David?" "No. Oh, no, Alan. She didn't tell him. She says the poor dumb darling never suspected a thing. She kept it from him." "Urn. I wonder. Good night, Jean. Try not to worry too much. And say your prayers. I'll be up afterwhile." #• * # Long before dawn began gray- Ing the sky, Jean Collwell in dressing gown and slippers went softly down the stairs. Lights still burned in the living room. Alan Collwell, fully dressed, slumped inertly in the easy chair, his head resting awkwardly on his right shoulder. Deep, new lines plowed his gray face and even in sleep his heavy brows were rigidly compressed. Jean stood motionless, regarding him somberly. Forcefully she stilled the involuntary quivering of her lips and repelled the tears that stung her eyes. She went to the kitchen and set about preparations for breakfast. Aroused by the barely audible evidence of activity, Alan rose wearily and looked about the familiar room with an air of wonderment, as if unexpectedly finding himself in totally strange surroundings. Then his eyes cleared and his shoulders lifted. He went to the kitchen door. "Pretty irregular hours for old- timers like us, Jean," he said. "I'm afraid you didn't get much sleep." "And ditto to you. . . . Go and take a bath, Alan. Get into your pajamas and we'll have a spot of breakfast. Do you have to go to the office today?" "No, thank heaven. I left the papers at the office last night." "Good. We'll have some hot cereal and off you go to bed. And what's more, I'm going with you." "Are you' sure Donna will not come today?" "Yes. She is tied up all day. She'll probably phone later. I'll put her off if she suggests coming. Coffee is ready, Alan. Would you like a cup before you go up?" "Yes, please. A hot bath will straighten me out. The house is nice and warm. I forgot the thermostat, didn't I?" "Good thing you did. Sitting up all night like that! Well, we'll start a brand-new system of our own and call it darkness-saving. That makes it last night instead of this morning." "Suits me fine. I am not evading this thing, Jean. I'm still be- muddled. I can't think straight. You'll have to be patient with me." She smiled at him. "I can't tell you how much better I feel since you got home, Alan. I think that is one of the nicest things about a husband. Having someone to shoulder half the worry, leaving only half for me." "It works just the opposite in pleasure," he said soberly. "Sharing that seems to double it up for everybody." "Yes. Yes, that is true, Alan. You put that very nicely." "And so early in the morning, too! Maybe my mind is straightening itself out. I shan't be long, Jean." s The breakfast was a modest one, freshly stewed' fruit, oatmeal and cream, and tiny cornmeal biscuits. "Haying everything hot in our tummies should make us even sleepier," Jean explained. "Let's sleep as long as we can, Alan, so the day will be nearly over before we wake up." He looked at her questioningly. "Do you dread the day so much?" "No. I do not dread it at all. I shall be relieved to see what comes of it, that's all. But I want us both to be relaxed and ready for it. Not tight and tied-up in knots as we were last night. I do feel better, Alan. And I really think I am beginning to be sleepy." Without demur from either they went from the breakfast table to bed and almost immediately Jean's tight arm over her husband's shoulder softened its grip and they fell asleep. Some hours later, the ringing of the telephone extension awakened Jean and she slipped from bed and into the hall and closed the door behind her. She knew it would be Donna. "Hi, Moms! Prodigal dad got home all right?" "Yes. And fancy where he is now! In bed and sound asleep." "Is he sick?" "Oh, no. I was in bed, too. That must surprise you. He got home very late and we talked and had coffee, so this morning we are sleeping it off. He isn't going to the office." "Is he getting Chicago out of his hair?" "Yes. Everything's going just right, better than he expected. One more trip will wind up his connection there. Isn't that grand?" "Perfect. About time he had a break. Want me to pop home?" "We weren't expecting you, Donna. We've been making dates. And we're going out to dinner tomorrow so there's no real reason for you to come. I thought you had to work so I went right ahead and made arrangements." "Yes, really I should work. Have yourselves a good time and let the poor dear sleep his sleep out. See you next week then. Want anything from town, Mother?" "No, not a thing. Be sure to let me know when you're coming so I can wash up an extra knife and fork." "Yes, I will. 'By now." Very easily done! She had known it would be. Donna always made things easy. Mark Banister telephoned later. She said she had no news for him —not yet—but she was workiny on it. "I'm going to tackle her myse; pretty soon," he said, and the was a new ring of assurance^ his voice. "Between us, we ot at to get somewhere. I am havi> a grand time with that couple, ? m ~ my Ingram and Red. The- are bucking me up no end." "You mean those frie- s °* Donna's?" "My friends," he said -•oudly. "They admit it." Mrs. Collwell was o ld^ snioned enough, and maternal /° u gh, to feel vague regret thaf* & rl < a beautiful girl, was jvolved in this new friendship fcl her onlv comment was "How'? 6 ' Mark!' She busied hersr' about the house, grateful tha pere are so blessedly many t^S 3 about a house to busy o £ - She cleared away the breaH st dishes and prepared for lu^Wspn, or for a 2nd breakfast a^ee med desirable. She laid a fire n the grate ready for lighting. J?e' brought in the mail and the .lorning papers and put the milkkottles out with a note of insH £ tions. She bathed and dressed^ 55 '"^ with her hair and her colics, taking unusual pains wither appearance, wondering as ne did so why appearance, on this dav of a11 days, seemed '° important. She answered ie telephone and declined an inv. y ^ on ^ or family bridge that e v ' nm S ° n the plea that Alan had skived late after a hard trip anc l /as tired out. She realized, alnn-t without thought, that all the' ours of this day were too imp 07 ant for idle recreation. Tom years of experience she C( ald interpret every sound from V )stairs when Alan wakened—the tzy turning in bed, the yawning, .tretching, the creak of bed-' springs, the running of water. She knew to the minute the time required for shaving, showering, dressing. From the first footfall at the head of the stairs, she knew the exact number of steps to the living-room door. She did not count them. Her numbering was intuitive. Try and Stop Vie By BENNETT CERFS AM WELLES, just back from a trip to/ussia. reports that the Muscovites still have one humous magazine, called "The Crocodile," in which, surprisijly enough, the editors are allowed to kid ^, t vvt-\ i the shoddiness of Soviet products. A typical cartoon showed two climbers roped ,- >i^t\ ^> together iiigh on a moun-. ilL'-sb i tain. One sneers, "Afraid ''" '" v " n of the cliff, eh?" 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