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The Bismarck Tribune
i An Independent Newspaper
I THE BTATES OLDEBT
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1 (Established 1873)
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Foreign Representatives
SMALL, SPENCER. LEVINGS
& BREWER
(Incorporated)
CHICAGO NEW YORK BOSTON
Hoover’s Hat in the Ring
Politicians are setting the political
props for the 1832 campaign. As
usual the national Republican con
vention will be held in June, and
Chicago, which in years past has en
tertained several pow-wows, will be
the setting for the stirring political
drama.
With the preliminaries in shape,
the next natural move was to throw
President Hoover's hat into the ring.
There have been mutterlngs from the
progressives that Hoover should step
aside for another leader, but prece
dent is too firmly established to even
entertain such an idea. Senator Fesi
of Ohio and Patrick Hurley of Okla
homa, the secretary of war, have
sounded the keynotes and the federal
machine will begin to garner dele
gates.
The scene will now shift to the
South, where the federal organiza
tion depends upon solid blocks of
delegates to put Mr. Hoover over as
smoothly as was done in the case of
President Taft, against whom the up
rising was no more intense than it
is today against President Hoover.
Only ajv economic miracle can saye
President Hoover from defeat. Po
litical precedent in the past has es
tablished the general conviction tha t
a party which loses control of the
house of representatives eventually
fails to elect a president.
Something may happen between
now and next November to reverse
political trends. The Democrats may
make some blunders which will give
their bandwagon a set-back, but at
present writing it is rolling merrily
along.
There 1s nothing stirring or con
vincing about the speeches of Fess
or Hurley. They fall upon tired ears
and fail to stir the listless spirits of
the rank and file of the party. In
the hearts of most voters of both
dominant parties is a yearning for a
new deal. There is a feeling that the
federal job has been bungled. Their
minds are open and they await with
interest the arrival of a new leader
and a new message. The political
adages of the dead past fail to in
spire.
■Hie oratory of henchmen is like
offering the voters a stone when they
cry for something more substantial.
With millions unemployed there is
little enthusiasm over the plight of
Europe or interference in foreign af
fairs which has cost the taxpayers of.
this nation billions and, If the inter
nationalists are to triumph, will cost
them billions more. The voters of
this nation are thinking about their
own plight. They are more interest
ed in where the next meal is coming
from than in cancelling billions of
loans owed us by foreign nations.
Cleorge Washington's advice stiil
holds good in great crises:
“Against the insidious wiles of
foreign influence, I conjure you
to believe me, fellow citizens, the
jealousy of a free people ought
to be constantly awake, since
history and experience prove that
foreign influence is one of the
most baneful foes of Republican
government.”
Not a Farm Issue
In all the welter of arguments by
wets and drys over repeal of the pro
hibition laws, there has been an in
creasing tendency in recent weeks to
emphasize the results of such change
on the farmer.
Those seeking repeal assert the
farmer would benefit greatly while
the drys claim the farmer is better
off with prohibition than without it.
This, doubtless, is what inspired Sec
retary Hyde to undertake a study of
the subject, the results of which
should be announced soon.
But regardless of the Hyde study
or what wets and drys say about it,
prohibition is not and will not be a
farm issue. There are too many ma
jor points to argue which have a real
place in the debate to place much
emphasis upon it from the standpoint
of logic.
As it stands now, the biggest ar
gument which must be settled in con
nection with prohibition, other than
those which have been mouthed for
10 years and are known to everyone,
Is that of taxes.
Directors and supporters of the
wet campaign are too astute to miss
the opportunity which present cir
cumstances offer to press the appar
ent advantage which a joint discus
sion of liquor and taxes gives them.
The wet newspapers are bearing down
hard upon the fact that the govern
ment is spending some $40,000,000 a
year on prohibition enforcement and
is annually losing the tremendous
revenue which it took from the old
legalized liquor industry <as taxes. Es
timates of this amount vary with the
enthusiasm of the estimator, but even
the drys admit that it is a sizeable
figure.
Against this the prohibition sup
porters must balance the benefits
which they assert the nation has en
joyed from the prohibition law.
And at the bottom of this contro
versy there arises the old question as
to how much liquor is being chunk.
If the quantity is as large as the wets
say it is, then it would be only the
nart of common sense to legalize this
industry so that it may again be
taxed.
Rightly or wrongly, the wets are
asserting that consumption of liquor
is as heavy now as it ever was and
the only difference is that it is tax
free.
That is the argument which the
dry forces must meet, not what effect
repeal would have on the farm prob
lem.
When either wets or drys attempt
to localize prohibition as a farm issue
they are being a little bit dishonest.
The farmer is no more concerned
than the city man. His interests,
whether wet or dry, are the same and
for the same reason.
Hope for the Future
It may seem an anomaly'but the
fact that Americans are again giving
clcse attention to the benefits of life
insurance may be interpreted as prov
ing that the nation has hopes for the
future.
The prudent, forward-looking man
is the best customer of the life insur
ance companies and reports indicate
that these firms are beginning to show
a pick-up in new business.
At a meeting in New York recently,
executives of life insurance compa
nies were themselves surprised to
learn they had paid out $2,600,000,000
to beneficiaries and policy holders
during the last year.
Authority for the statement was
Frederick H. Ecker, president of the
Metropolitan Life Insurance company,
who said the figure quoted exceeded
the payments for 1930 by $353,000,000
and that for 1929 by $638,000,000.
Safe Flying Altitude
The great dangers that attend high
speed flying, exemplified not long ago
in the tragic death of Lowell Bayles,
were further illustrated a little bit
later by an accident that gave Frank
Hawks a few uncomfortable moments.
Hawks was soaring along at his cus
tomary speed of slightly
miles an hour when a bracing wire on
his plane broke. Fortunately, he was
flying at an altitude of 10,000 feet,
and had time to regain control and
make a safe landing.
After landing, however,, he said that
if such an accident had happened
while he was flying within a few hun
dred yards of the ground—the alti
tude at which airplane races are held
—he would inevitably have been
killed. At that altitude, and at that
speed, the slightest mishap means sure
death.
Editorial Comment
Editorials printed below show the
trend of thought by other editors.
They are published without regard
to whether they agree or disagree
with The Tribune’s policies.
Price of a Joke
(New York Times)
Behold, how great a matter a little
fire kindleth. In November, 1929,
Senator Moses, at a Washington din
ner of New England manufacturers,
was pleased to refer to the insurgent
senators as “sons of wild jackasses"
or “sons of the wild jackass.” There
are variant readings of a text which
has rankled in Progressive bosoms
ever since. Adopting a suggestion of
The Times, he explained that he
meant the Biblical “sons of the wild
ass,” using Hemippus as the type of
freedom and independence. But his
plea in mitigation didn’t serve. He
had made the most successful and
famous of his jokes. He ought to be
willing to pay the price of it.
It took 133 ballots to elect Bobbin
Boy Banks speaker of the house in
the thirty-fourth congress. 8o great
a post was worthy of so long a strug
gle. But what is the president pro
tempore of the senate when there is
no vacancy in the office of vice* presi
dent? Only an understudy with the
power to name his understudy. Not
in 13,300 ballots would the antl-Mo
saic bloc consent to Moses. How long
is the organization of the senate to
be postponed and the time of the
senate wasted in this fruitless vot
ing?
Tire argument that the progress of
legislation is delayed thereby need
not be stressed. The point is that
this veteran, soaked in the traditions
of the senate, is obstinately curtailing
the vocal opportunities of his breth
ren. Even the “regulars” must be
getting impatient. Melt, O granite
heart! A gibe that has kept red hot
for twenty-five months is worth the
paltry payment you are asked to
make. Step down and let another
take the place of George the Pro
rcribed. With only slight change,
Senator McNary’s speech of renun
ciation after the first ballot on Tues
day will serve your turn. Here Is the
revised version at your service: “I
retire, and I wish to say that I am
amused with the unkindness shown
me by some members of the senate."
Chile is the largest coal producer
of any Latin American nation. Mex
ico rankssecond.
Ufilll Gilbert Swan
New York, Dec. 17.—One of the od
dest tales to come my way recently
concerns an elderly and dignified
gent, who had made his home in the
brownstoned Fifties during another
generation. ,
Several years ago he sold the hand
some mansion and moved abroad with
his family. He returned to New York
for a visit. Nostalgia drew him back
to the house associated with so many
happy memories.
Late in the afternoon he revisited
the block upon which the old home
was located. He paced back and forth
on the opposite side of the street,
hesitating as to whether or not he
should ring the bell and ask for an
opportunity of wandering through the
tradition-haunted rooms once more.
Suddenly he noticed a stream of
taxis and private cars driving up. one
party after another entered the place.
The former owner called a taxi driver.
“Who lives there now?" he asked.
The driver hesitated and then whis
pered: “What’s the idea—that’s one of
the swellest speakeasies in New York.”
The white-haired man squared his
shoulders, buttoned his coat and
walked to the door. He rang the bell.
The attendant refused to let him in.
“Got a card? . . . No! . . . Sorry!"
“But this was my home. I lived
here. I'd like just to see it,” protested
the visitor.
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The attendant called the boss.
There was a brief cross-examination.
The old fellow seemed to have good
credentials.
“I’d just like to see my library
again, I was very fond of it. You
don’t mind. ...”
The proprietor of the speak weak
ened. He let the stranger in. The
man made his way up the elaborate
stairway and to the room where the
library had once been.
Yes, there upon the wall was the
huge moose-head relic of a hunting
trip in Canada many years before!
That alone was left! All the rest
had so strangely changed. Stretched
across one side of the room was a
regulation bar. Chairs and tables
were scattered about. A noisy, gay
crowd cluttered the place. Two bar
tenders rushed to fill orders.
The gent from the “Mauve Decade”
stood shaking his head in bewilder
ment and finally, with a stunned ex
pression, moved slowly to the bar and
asked for a whisky and coda.
They tell a sequel which I am dis
inclined to believe. Hours later, so
goes the story, a dignified, elderly
man—very spiffy—was seen leaving
the place carrying a moose head un-
THIS CURIOUS WORL
THE BISMARCK TRIBUNE, THURSDAY, DECEMBER 17,1931
‘Unto the Least of These— *
der his arm. He was helped into a
taxi and taken to his hotel.
But one yarn for which I can vouch
is that of another survivor of the
"good old days.”
For generations his family had oc
cupied a fine home in the Murray Hill
section. This, like many another ele
gant residence, had become a high
toned “whisper-low.”
His sister had been married in this
place. And when, recently, the anni
versary of her wedding was near, a
bright idea dawned.
“We’ll have a surprise for them,”
he whispered to friends. “We’ll ar
range a big party at the ojld home and
on the day of the anniversary we’ll
drive them there.”
Arrangements, were secretly made.
And. sure enough, on the day of cele
bration the party drove up to the
place that had onoe been home and
staged a very gay private party in
what had once been the nuptial room.
(Copyright, 1931, NEA Service, Inc.)
M TODAY
■y . is the- s'r
SOVIET CHURCH BREAK
On Dec. 17, 1917, it was announced
in Petrograd that all lands, churches,
money, gold, silver and precious
stones of the Russian church had
been confiscated by the Soviet gov
ernment.
Religious instruction was explicitly
banned from all public schools and
church schools were ordered closed
immediately.
Employes at the Petrograd city hall
went on strike when the new Bol
shevik mayor, a former day laborer,
appeared.
On the Italian front, an Austro-
German attack at San Marino was
beaten off after severe fighting, and
an attack by British troops at Monte
Fontana Secca also failed.
BARBS *
» *
The wolf isn’t coming to the door
any more. He has heard about the hot
dog business.
It’s a bit difficult to analyze the
Chlnese-Japanese trouble, but we fig
ure It has something to do with a
laundry bill.
A judge in Maryland has decided
it Is illegal for friend wife to go
STICK6P.S
A SYMMETRICAL
CUT TAPERS EVENLY
The name of a city is hidden in the
above sentence. Can you find it?
a
* * *
• * *
* * *
through her husband’s pockets while
he sleeps. In most places the purpose
of pockets has been forgotten.
* * *
Think of the swell break the fel
lows got who have been sent to prison
during the depression.
* * *
There’s a great big headline on Page
One waiting for the visitor from Eu
rope who is not here to investigate
economic conditions.
* * *
How would you like to be a con-
THREE KINDS of LOVE •
BY KAY CLEAVERI STRAHAN - CSS.
ANYE. CECILY and MARY*
FRANCES FENWICK live wild
their sraadpareata, once nnltkjp,
now no lafoTcrlihtd that Aaac'a
and Cedljr’a earnlißi support the
household. The sisters have been
orphaned since childhood. The
grandparents are known respec
tively as •ROSALIE" and
“URAND” and they Insist on keep
ing up pretenses of their Conner
wealth. Anne, 28, and Cecily, 22,
do secretarial work and Mary*
Frances, 15, Is still la school. All
the girls are attractive. When the
story opens Anne has been en
gaged to PHILIP ECROYD, young
lawyer, for eight years. They
can not marry because Anno
knows her nlstera and grandpar
ents depend upon her to usaaago
their home,
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
CHAPTER II '
'T'HE date was April, 1930. Tbe
strip of rubber on the wind
shield clickety-clicked and swung
down and around and up again, and
down and around and up again,
through the crawling drops on tbe
small half circle of dimming glass.
Street cars clanged, and rain-damp
people scurried, and shining ugi
brellas bobbed, and stop and go sig
nals rang violently red and green.
On tbe bridge the dull gray sky
parted for one long slit of Jade
above the river's blue-black end, and
here Barry said, “Look. at that
color!" and Cecily forgot for a mo
ment that she was an Inconsiderate
idiot and that it was Ann’s week to
do the evening work.
"Here?" Barry McKee! stuck an
arm through the opened window
and brought his small car to an
abrupt standstill. Cecily Jolted for
ward in the seat, and be said, “Oh,
sorry! Turn here, did you say?
Up this road or whatever it is?"
“It Is the driveway to the house."
she said, and pressed her lips firm
ly together. There should be no
apologies, no warnings aq yet.
The wheel turned slowly under
his thin bands, and the car nosed
its way into the gloomy tunnel
made by tbe great scraggiy. un
trimmed trees. A hawthorn branch
reached out and slapped It smartly.
The low limb of a cedar menaced
just ahead. Tbe right front wheel
splattered and splashed down Into
a deep puddle. Barry said. “Dog
gone!" and turned on the lights of
the car. and Cecily, a novice with
heroism, said, “Well?" In a voice
that looked down its own nose.
He explained: H l thought of the
grandest speech as we turned Into
these woods—all about dryads and
everything, and I bad to pass ft up
because I decided that dryads
weren’t blond, and I tried to fix
It up with a fairy princess, and
that was too sappy, and the thing
was in ruins In spite of its swell
ending. I might give a hint of the
ending—it was all about how I’d
hoped against hope for a mere mor
tal but had known better. Fixed
up, that would be pretty good,
wouldn’t it?”
• • •
/■'•ECILY laughed. Relief made it
louder than usual, and sheer
happiness made It last longer.
Mary-Frances, who since she bad
first spied the car from the oriel
windows In the parlor had been
standing, ears alert, in the front
doorway, beard - the laugh and
closed the door softly and sped to
the kitchen.
“Hey, Ann,” she announced,
“Cissy’s coming home with a man
In a car. I’ll bet 910.000 It’s a new
boy friend. I’ll bet he’s the one
she met at Marta’s party and has
been so cuckoo about I’ll bet she’s
bringing him home for dinner. I’ll
bet—”
Ann. slicing carrots, orange and
yellow rounds that clinked on the
bottom of the kettle, inserted ab
sent-mindedly. “Don’t say ’l’ll bet’
like that all the time, Mary-Frances.
gressman and have to find something
to tax?
(Copyright, 1931, NEA Service, Inc.)
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I ‘ Quotations |
■ ■ o
There is no crisis in the United
States. It is pust a psychological illu
sion.—Abbe Ernest Dimnet, canon of
Cambray Cathedral, Paris.
* * *
I think my English pretty good.—
Lupe Velez, movie star. /
** * '
The nation which has no control
over its defense forces Is not a re
sponsible nation.—Mahatma Gandhi.
# * *
I did not meet Greta Garbo. No
body can; she’s too shy.—Vicki Baum,
celebrated author.
, * * *
I want this matter of my sex life
settled now until I die. I am thor
oughly impotent.—Theodore Dreiser,
author recently indicted in Kentucky.
4 4 4
If the five-year plan fails, Soviet
leaders will simply launch another.—
J. N. Willys, ambassador to Poland.
Lions Club May Be
Formed at Halliday
Dickinson, N. D., Dec. 17.—Answer
ing an invitation of the Halliday
Commercial club, a delegation from
the Lions club here met with the
north-branch group. The Halliday
men have expressed a desire to or
ganize a Lions club there and 12 mpn
are at present working to obtain addi
tional members. In event enough
members are obtained the Dickinson
club will install the new group. Rep
resenting the local club at the meet
ing were E. A. Patterson, Rev. G. H.
Plamann. Dr. E. F. Ringlee and H. J.
Wlenbergen.
» ■■■.. - . •
Minot Greeks May
Build New Church
Minot, N. D., Dec. 17.
bers of the Greek Orthodox faith in
Minot, enthused by the response at a
recent fund-raising dinner, are laying
plans for the construction, of a chinch
on property owned by them here.
If achieved, the church will be the
first Qreek Orthodox place of wor
ship between the twin cities and
Great Falls, Mont., members of the
group say. More than 100 Minot
residents are affiliated with the
group in addition to others in nearby
towns.
On the bridge the dull gray s
here Barry said . **Look at that
The Idea! It sounds horrid. You
should hear yourself, and you
wouldn’t do it.”
“—bringing him home to dinper
—the boy friend.” Mary-Frances in
sisted.
“No.” Ann said, and sliced the
carrots. “She wouldn’t think of
bringing anyone home to dinner—
especially without telephoning
ahead of time. She’s probably com
ing home to change her dress—"
Mary-Frances bad rushed away
through the butler’s pantry, bent
on reaching the mirror in the din
ing room—a monstrous, chilly
place, where, painted on the high
ceiling, great fat fish lay inert In
dead-looking , bottle-green wares.
• • •
TN the front ball Cecily was laugh
* ing agaii., above the , pleasant
undertones of a masculine laugh
and voice. Mary-Frances bad to
walk right up to them before Cecily
said, “Oh, Mary-Frances, dear!" as
if she were amazed to find a third
person existing anywhere In the
world. “This is my little sister,
Mary-Frances. Mr. McKeel.”
Cecily. Mary-Frances knew, would
like to have her curtsey, but she
wouldn’t do it—not at her age. She
bowed, primly—though demurely
was the word she had in m ind
eed stuck out a small hand that'
had not been washed since she had
come home from school.
He was polite, of course; but. in
so far as Mary-Frances was able to
judge by the dim light shed from
the one small globe high in the hall
celling, Cecily’s admiration of him
was unwarranted. He was an Inch
or two above average height, but
Cissy had said that he was tali.
True, she bad added that he was
thin; Mary-Frances substituted
“skinny” as more apt.
His hair, which Cissy had de
scribed as auburn, was merely dark
ish, and he wore it too short, and
be should, at least, smooth it down
with his bands, as Phil and the
movie men smoothed theirs, It he
thought it unmanl) to look In the
mirror. She could reach no de
cision about bis eyes—Cecily had
described them as jolly and brown
Daily Health Service
German Measles Very Common
But Not Dangerous Disease
Usually Developes Within Two to Three Weeks
By DR. MORRIS FISHBEIN
Editor, Journal of the American
Medical Association
Among the other conditions to
, which the name German is attached,
after German pancakes and hambur
ger steak, is that variety of eruption
of the skin which resembles measles,
but which is not measles and which
is far less serious than measles.
German measles is a mild disease
which begins with symptoms affecting
the nose and throat, lasting two or
three days. Following this mild mani
festation there comes enlargement of
the glands behind the ears and at the
back of the head, and with this a
very red eruption, spreading over the
face and gradually thinning out over
the rest of the body. The eruption
usually starts and fades within a pe
riod of 48 to 72 hours.
It is believed that this disease is
spread from one person to another
through the secretions from the
mouth and nose, probably by direct
contact of a healthful person with a
patient or with articles freshly soiled
with discharges from the nose or
throat of the patient.
• « *
The period of incubation of the dis
ease is from 14 to 21 days. Usually it
will be found that the person affected
has been in contact with a case of the
disease two or three weeks previously.
While the disease is not serious, it is
one of the most highly communicable
of all of the diseases affecting man
kind.
The disease, when it begins in a
school or a home, spreads rapidly to
almost everyone available. Because of
its transient character and the rela
tive mildness of the symptoms, it is
likely that many cases of German
measles are never reported, and in
deed that the cases are much more
frequent than is commonly believed.
While German measles is likely to
attack children much more often than
adults, it is more frequent in adults
than ordinary measles. The condition
appears more commonly in the winter
and in the spring and is much more
frequent in city than in country
areas.
Obviously the prevention of this con
dition involves the avoidance of con
tact with any of those who happen to
have it. The treatment is unimpor-
parted for one long slit of jade ab*
color I'* and Cecity forgot that she u
—because he was staring too hard
at Cissy, who. in spite of the fact
that her nose needed powdering,
looked prettier than usual, though
she was acting awfully silly and
laughing all the time. She shouldn’t
let this Mr. McKeel see that she
was so excited. Rosalie had told
and told her, bad told all three of
them, exactly how to act with men:
“Nonchalance savored with win
someness; dignity softened with
coyness.”
The door on the right of the hall
led into the library; the door on the
left led into the music room. Ce
cily paused for an instant between
the two. She had passed by the
parlor: it was grimly Impossible
with its what-nots and horsehair
and family portraits, painted by
Grand's friend who had decorated
the ceilings in the house.
The library, with Its cherry fur
niture, was the best-looking room;
but it smelled always of old apples
—Grand dropped the cores behind
the books on the shelves and forgot
them, and they decayed—and the
floor was often scattered with his
nutshells and ginger-snap crumbs.
The music room, a north room
whose lvy-vined windows looked
out on dark, close-standing trees,
would be musty and damp; but.
since it was rarely used, fit might
be orderly, and wood might be set
for a fire in the grate. It she
lighted only the rose-shaded piano
lamp the ceiling, sprawled with its
Indecently overdressed angel play
ing a harp, would not show.
• •
CHE turned to the music room
and opened the door to heavy
chilled air and stale cavernous
darkness. It would seem silly to go
stumbling in there hunting for the
piano lamp. She pressed the wall
switch, and she laughed again, a
trifle shrilly, with the fatptest touch
of hysteria. Phe could not say.
“Grand and Rosalie won't allow us
to change anything,” because that
would be an apology and a half lie.
Nor could she say, "We are poverty
stricken, you see—too poor to afford
cleanliness, or fresh air, or
warmth.” Things of that sort
weren’t said.
tant, because most of the cases get
well with just ordinary hygienic care.
However, it is never safe to hazard
a guess that a condition is German
measles and to overlook the necessity
for medical attention, because quite
frequently the condition is confused
with scarlet fever, a most serious
oversight in any Instance in which it
happen!
Robertson to Lead
Band at Dickinson
Dickinson, N. D., Dec. 17.—W. D.
Robertson wfts named president of the
Dickinson City band at an election at
the city hall. Ray Thomas was chosen
vice president; Dr. J. D. Ott, secre
tary; Roland Mars, treasurer; and
Nick Nicola, publicity manager.
Named on the board of directors was
A. Rose, C. F. Patzer, W. R. Everett,
Robertson and Ott.
Flapper Fanny Says
KE& U. S. PAT.OTF.
cold house in the morning gets yi
all steamed up.
iove the rivers blue black end and
Cos an inconsiderate idiot.
No, there was nothing to do but
laugh at the angel, who certainly
wore plush underwear under those
swaddling draperies, and laugh
again at the worn-out rag of carpet
spotted with roses, and the wreck
of a grand piano powdered with
dust, and at the knicknacks. grimy
and chipped, crowded in the brack
eted mantel over the pink-tiled fire
place wherein, small and scrappy
as an old bird’s-nest, were some
crumples of paper and some slivers
of wood. A pair of scissors lay in
vitingly open on the discolored bro
cade seat of the divan; scraps of
sewing were littered about every
where.
Mary-Frances said, “Hurrah for
the one who finds Rosalie’s scis
sors! She’s been hunting them for
perfect ages.” and went to pick
them up. swooping down, on her
way across the room, to snatch hers
and there at the scraps on the floor.
Cecily glanced at Barry. She said,
‘Til light the fire.” and stopped
laughing, and went to the mantel
and took a match from the broken
horn of a china Little Boy Blue.
Barry, behind her. offered. “Let
me—”
“1 have it.” she answered, and
jerked the damp match across the
sole of her shoe. It was ridiculous
for her "fingers to tremble. The
match snapped in them, and she
threw it spitefully away and
reached for another.
Barry’s cigaret lighter clicked.
The paper beneath the splinters of
wood flared sulkily in its smoke.
“It is rather chilly this evening.”
be said.
Outside, In spite of the rain, the
air was balmy. They had spoken
of it not 20 minutes ago, before be
bad become a conventional stranger
who looked at her quizzically, who
pitied her, who knew that even the
matches *n her house were damp
and useless, who tried to make for
her the apologies she would not
make for herself.
“Sit here, if you will,” she said,
turning one of the tarnished pink
brocaded chairs toward the sickly
fire. “Mary-Frances will entertain
you while I go and find Ann.”
(To Be Continued)
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