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DAILY SHORT STORY 1 AFRAID TO LOVE By Charlotte Goodman. i 'T'HE grass was dry, warm and comforting. the wind Just cool enough, and as he lay there in the afternoon shadows he felt a rich, se cure comfort, an utter peacefulness. His mind for a short while dwelt on those things that worried him, things that at other times seemed baffling and con fusing; now those things seemed un reel, no actual pert of himself, and worries were only shadowy spec ters drifting away. He relished his contentment, gave himself complete ly to it. He let his “We saw you." the little girl in the red dress laughed. - ' Xiivi nuuut 11X0 face, there was a warmth In his tiredness, and he fell asleep. What ever dreams he had were more like delicate tints than anything else. It. was night when he awoke, and colder; he could see the stars peek ing at him through the rustling leaves over his head. The cold was beginning to bother him. so he got up and rubbed his arms and walked down the slope to the house. Others had arrived that afternoon, they had come while he slept, and they sat around the front room of the house, a half-dozen young men and women. If he had known, he would have come in through the back wav. Not that his uncle or aunt minded, but his clothes were a mess and his hair stood on end. •'There he ts!” A girl in a tight fitting red dress pointed at him, and they all looked up. Tom hesitated, and smiled. "We saw you,” the girl in the red dress laughed. She had very blond hair and very blue eyes. ‘‘They wanted to wake you. but I wouldn't let them. You looked so peaceful, you made me think of a shepherd boy asleep after a long, weary watch over his flock.” * * * * 'J'HE other laughed. They were the sort of well-dressed, expensive looking young people who usually came down to his uncle’s cottage at the seaside to spend a week or a week end. He never felt comfortable with them; that’s why he hadn’t wanted to come, especially now after he had been out of a job for so long. But«his uncle and aunt Insisted. They said the rest would do him good and assured him they’d find more than enough work for him to do to repay for his room and board. “Alice, you're embarrassing the dear fellow," a young man spoke up. He smoked a cigarette from the end of an amber holder. “Oh, no, I'm not,” the girl said. “Am I?" “No, no, I don't think you are.” Tom answered. He was looking into her eyes and now he turned his head awray and glanced at the others. They were smiling. "Won’t you sit down and join us?” Alice invited. “I'm—I'm afraid not—you see I— you see I just wTork here-” Tom began. ...... “Why, Tom! Saying a thing like that!” He turned and glanced at his aunt who had come into the room just In time to hear him. She was a woman at once stately and kind. She impressed one as a person nobly re fined and unaffected. It was largely the good cheer of her personality that had made the cottage such a fa vorite with the young people from the city. * • • • '“Yy/^ELL, I mean, I'm supposed to work here,” Tom said. “Tom's my neph ew, I’m afraid he’s a little bashful at times, especially when his hair isn’t combed. Would you like to brush up a b i t, T om? And then I’m sure he’ll be glad to join you." Tom knew that his aunt wanted him to have a good time. She was trying to do her part. iom went to ms room, wasnea up and changed his clothes. When he came back most of them were playing bridge, and Alice looked up from her table. “My. what a prince charming! Remember, girls, I saw him first! Come, come, Ralph, make room, you don't like to play bridge-” “But I don’tr-—’’ Tom glanced at the young man who had left the chair. “You’d better go ahead,” he smiled. “She's a gal that always gets her way.” Tom sat opposite Alice. She was even more beautiful when one got closer to her. A radiant, strong, vibrant beauty; a beauty that asserted itself. * * * * “ J'M AFRAID you won’t find me a very good partner, I don't play much,” Tom apologized. “Never excuse yourself,” said Alice lightly, “in bridge or anything else. That’s what I’ve learned. Show peo ple what you can do and if they don't like it, let ’em do something about it!-” Tom picked up his cards and kept his eyes down. He remembered the last job he had applied for, how he hesitated, uncertain, not sure that he could do the work, saying frankly he wasn't sure, but offering to do his best. They wanted some one who was sure. It wasn't only that job—it was every thing—Tom never was sure of himself. The next morning Tom met Alice early. She was in a bathing suit and she made him go back and change | into his. Tom found she was as pow erful a swimmer as he. “I’m going back to the city this evening, you know," she said later. “I've got to get back in time for my Monday classes at the university, and the train will just about get me there. How long are you going to stay down here?” “I don’t know, I-” “When you come up call me and we’ll go swimming at the university beach. Or are you going to be down here all Summer?” “No, I don’t think I'm going to stay here all Summer-” * * * * After Alice and the crowd with her left, he walked back to the house, and came to the place where he had fallen asleep. He remembered the peaceful ness of it, the rest. He remembered Alice, the vibrancy, the drive, the assertive power. . . . She couldn't have really cared whether or not he called her, she was probably just having fun; he wouldn't call her, he felt sure it wouldn’t do any good—and if it did, and if he saw her, then the peaceful ness, the utter peacefulness into which he sometimes escaped, he would never know again. (Copyright. 1937:1 Bird Singer's Alarm Clock. NEW YORK <i<P).—A "flying alarm clock" has solved the wake-up prob lem for Mme. Elizabeth Rethberg, Metropolitan Opera Co. prima donna Each morning at rising time an In dian charma thrush flies into Mme Rethberg’s bed room, perches on hei shoulder and awakens her with sweel music. If You Want To LOSE UGLY FAT 7P0UNDSAM0NTH without suffering a hungry moment— — TRY THIS AMAZING WAY _ TODAY, an amazing, new reducing method is sweeping the country. A method which offers at last, a way to take off ugly fat without suffering a hungry moment—and without taking strenuous exercises or drugs. 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