CHAPTER VU?Continued
"I'd have had a swell chance to
be the Unknown Soldier." continued
Pink, "if it hadn't been for the dominie.
Know what he done?"
"Oh, what? I know it was splendid!"
"Was for me. He heaved me
across his shoulder as he was comin'
back and dumped me at the
dressin' station. It was while he
was a-luggin' me that shell spoiled
my map."
"How brave!" Abbie clasped her
hands tightly.
"Just a part of the day's work for
him." Pink forgot his usual caution
in the warmth of his listener's undisguised
admiration. "Yes'm, he
kept me from bein' planted under
one of them nice little white crosses
and I ain't never forgot it. 1 was
laid up in the hospital until ?*??
the Armistice. But the dominie never
lost track of me. The fact my
pan was busted never seemed to
worry him."
"Of course not."
"But." Mulgrew conceded moodily,
"it spoiled me for my own profession.
Nothin' but."
"What was that. Mr. Pink?"
"You probably don't follow the
sportin' pages so close or you'd remember
rending my name. I'm Kid
Pink ... I was. I mean."
"You're not telling me . . ."
"Sure!" Mulgrew fairly beamed.
"I knew it would come back to you
after a minute. That's me. Lightweight
division, you remember. I
twas goin' strong for first place when
they kicked up that row on the other
side."
"What did you do?"
"Oh, I couldn't wait to be mustered.
I'd been a short-order jockey?cook
. . . That was before I
took up the gloves serious. After I
was on my pins and wonderin''what
next, tne dominie makes me a proposition
I was to come and throw in
with him. Help around the house
by slingin' hash and helpin' to take
care of the kid."
Dale?"
"Sure. He was gettin' to the age
when he was gettin' into everything.
The dominie wanted to have the kid
with him. Guess it sort of made up
for not havin' the wife. I'd brung
up about six brothers and sisters
and Dale didn't give me no trouble.
I had gloves on him by the time he
was five. Used to sit down on the
floor and swap punches with him.
Kep' his mind oft his fairy tales."
"How nice that was."
"You tellin' me? I'd have dug
ditches for the dominie with my
fingernails, if he'd asked me to.
Would yet, for that matter. You
see, 1 always wanted to pay him
back for what he done for me. Maybe
I've had the chance in a way."
"Ol course you have!" Abbie
Brown exclaimed. "I've never
heard ot such devotion. I think it's
wonderful!"
"i wish you hadn't have heard it
now." Pink remarked a trifle ungraciously.
"The dominie never
talks war stuff. He'd be sore as a
pup it he thought I'd been shooting
the works like I done."
"He would be like that."
There was rare understanding in
those few words, but they brought
only dismay to Pincknev Mulerew
What had possessed him to blab all
that tripe? And to a skirt, of all
things! He eased himself from his
perch and faced the cause of his
downfall with belligerency in his
own voice and eyes.
"That was pure dumb of me. Korget
I said anything about the doininie
and . the missus. He don't
talk about her."
"I understand. And I'll always
understand him better after this."
"No you won't. Nobody understands
that guy. Women, least of
all. As long as we've gone this
far, we might as well put the cards
down. I can tell you've got good
sense. But if there's any dames in
this burg that think the dominie's
. . . You get me. On the block.
Well, you can tell em for me
they're all wet."
Miss Abbie bridled perceptibly.
She rose hastily from her chair.
"Thank you for telling me . . . everything.
I had no idea it -was so
late. I only intended to stay a minute.
No. Wait! I'll slip right out
the back door if you don't mind."
Pink looked after her with
gloomy eyes.
"Beatin' it to the neighbors to
spill. Can you tie that!"
The last remark was caused by a
glance at the kitchen table. The
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I empty doughnut pan still reposed
where he had placed it at its owner's
disposal.
Circumstances entered into an unholy
conspiracy to keep him from
having that talk with Lee Brady,
i was Dale's grim conclusion. He had
: planned to see her the afternoon following
the party. Then came a request
to drive his father over to
Newark. Doctor Farwell was scheduled
to address a meeting in that
I city. If it were not too late when
he finished, he wished to go into
New York. He would appreciate
it if Dale would bring the car back
to Locust Hill, since he disliked
driving in Manhattan.
When Dale reached home it was
late afternoon. He decided to defer
his call until evening and to make
it without telephoning in advance. If
Lee were hurt, or angry even, it
I Vkuuld be tCC easy for t>pr ti> nleaH a
previous engagement. He must see
her.
CHAPTER VIII
PinK Mulgrew was engrossed with
plans for an after-dinner excursion.
The incident of the doughnut pan
I had left him a prey to vague fore,
bodings. There was the chance that
Brown dame might come back for
I her property. If she encountered
i the dominie or Dale, it was more
than likely she would make some
"crack" about that kitchen visit.
Ifo] 05
He decided to defer
Accordingly, Pink chose four of
the likeliest "Browns" in the telephone
directory and copied the
street numbers on a bit of paper.
He planned to begin the quest as
quickly as the dinner dishes could
be washed and the kitchen put in its
usual scrupulous order.
Even then he had a narrow escape.
for Dale appeared just as Mr.
Mulgrew and the pan were achieving
a stealthy exit from the back
door.
"Where are you going. Pink?"
"Milkin'." The door closed with
a hasty bang.
C. * " ' 1
* iic in ol orown aoorDeu summoned
an aged man who proved
hard of hearing and eyed the pan
with deep distrust. Apparently he
labored under the delusion that a
contribution of some sort was desired.
After a noisy attempt to
clarify the situation. Pink turned
away in disgust.
At his next stop, fortune favored
him. The door was opened by none
other than Miss Abbie herself.
"Here's your pan," the grateful
messenger announced and thrust it
at her.
"Why, thank you! Did you ever
hear of anything so stupid? Calling
at your house just to get that pan
and then walking right off without
it! You must come in and sit down
a few minutes. You're tired, I
know."
"No thanks. Not tonight."
"But my mother would so like to
meet you. I've been telling her
how we . .
"Not a chance. I mean I'm in a
hurry," Pink explained. So that
was it. Been telling her old lady.
And who else? "Fine time I'd have
gigglin' that one off,' he told himself
as he beat a hasty retreat into
the darkness.
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I In the meantime Dale had made
his way to the Bradys' where Hattie,
the elderly domestic, assured
him that Lee was at home. Mrs.
1 Brady, however, was the only occupant
of the living room when he
entered.
"Oh! It's Dale. How are you?
Lee is upstairs, but she will be
here presently. Please sit down."
"Fine." Dale helped himself to a
i chair. "I suppose I should have
asked Lee if it was convenient for
me to call," he began abruptly.
''Rllt T u/.nc autav oil affornnftn onrl
I did want to tell her how disappointed
I was about last night. Father
had invited guests for dinner
and I didn't know it."
Mrs. Brady sensed the anxiety in
his voice.
"That was quite all right," she
suggested kindly. "Lee was disappointed
that you were unable to
enme All of us were."
Before he had time to pursue the
subject further, Lee appeared from
the hall. The caller's heart sank
when he saw that she was wearing
her coat.
"Hello," was her cheerful greeting.
"How are you?"
, "All right. I shouldn't have come
[ over unannounced. Were you going
out?"
"Only to the corner to post a letter."
Lee removed her coat and
tossed it into a chair.
"If you'll trust me with it, I'll
j drop it in the post office." Dale took
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his call until evening.
the letter and thrust it into his pocket.
"I was just telling your mother
how sorry I was about last night."
"Oh, well ..." Lee's voice was
disappointingly indifferent. "Maybe
I'll have better luck next time. No
I won't." She laughed. "I'm all
through having birthdays. I forgot."
It was impossible to teli from
Lee's manner whetner or not she
held any resentment against him.
She chatted freely and frankly as
Dale's spirits drooped. He was almost
on the point of making his
adieus, when Mrs. Brady excused
hersell and retired from the room.
When he was satisfied that she was
out of hearing Dale drew a long
breath.
"Lee," he blurted, "I wanted to
tell you about last night. Who our
guests were."
"I know," she answered quietly.
"Evelyn was here today. She mentioned
it."
"Oh?I see." The admission left
him floundering. "I would rather
have told you myself."
"I'm not sure I wouldn't have preferred
it that way. But it's quite
all right."
"Well, you see, I didn't like to
mantion it over the phone. I guess
I was rather upset anyway. Father
told me point-blank that he expected
me to be on hand to help him entertain.
It sounds queer, I know.
But it's rather difficult to oppose
' him."
"Please don't say any more about
it. Dale. I told you it was all right."
"But it isn't," he insisted miserably.
"I feel like a rotter. And all
last evening . .
"Now don't try to make me think
you didn't have a good time," Lee
laughed. "That would be too much, j
iI thought perhaps you dropped in
day, August 18, 1938
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tonight to tell me good-by. I heard
you were going away sooner than
you had planned."
"Who says so? I'm leaving after
the holidays. Mr. Marblestone sort
of got to quizzing me last night. I
might have given him the impression
I was ready to put on my hat
and start. I know I felt like it."
"Just what are you going to do
at the U, Dale?"
"It's a joke. I'm trying my hand
at?well, it won't be teaching. Just
keeping a section of beginners busy.
Ben Lingham is taking a leave the
second semester and Payne thought
I could hold down some of his work.
There isn't much in it, but I jumped
at the chance to be associated that
much more with the chief."
"Doctor Payne is head of the department,
isn't he?"
"I'll say he is! He's one of the
foremost consultants in the country
today. There are a lot of mining
men, up nortn mostly, who swear
by him. I'm going to cultivate him j
all I can in hopes he might land a
berth for me with one of his clients i
this spring. A recommendation from
him ought to go a long way."
"That sounds interesting. Then
you won't be coming back here."
Tljere was a little note in the last
that Dale was quick to detect.
"Lee," he told her steadily, "I j
should have gone away sooner. I
didn't. And there's just one rea- !
son. I'll always be coming back, if
you're here. Or unless you tell me >
I can't."
"Do you remember. Dale, #131 I
told you one day that you were funny?
You are. And I think we'd bet- i
ter talk about something else."
"Yes, I do remember," he said
slowly. "Everything that happened
that day. I always will. And I'd
better be going home." Dale rose to
his feet, hesitated uncertainly.
"Lee, there's something I want to !
ask you first."
"Yes?" She met his eyes unflinchingly.
"Is?is everything all right now?"
"Yes." Lee smiled up at him
brightly. "Everything's just right." :
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The fast approaching holidays
brought little of pleasurable anticipation
to Dale Farwell. Each time '
he thought of Christmas, he was
conscious of a fpplim* of 1
that he could not shake oft. It
meant leaving Locust Hill. Leaving
home. Leaving Lee.
For the first time, his departure
from his father's roof carried a realization
of permanency. Dale's :
forthcoming work at the university j
must be a stepping stone only. High
time he was making a niche for i
himself, putting his education to the
test. In the meaniime. he must de- j
vote as many hours as possible to j
his father and to Pink. He owed j
them that.
Hence, young Mr. Farwell became
something of a recluse those
last few weeks, pleading his preparations
as a reason for declining
invitations. There was one exception.
He went to Lee's home as
frequently as he could contrive an 1
excuse.
Lee had been as good as her word,
so far as their outward relations
were concerned. But Dale was miserably
conscious that something of
the old comradeship was gone. He
could not define it with any degree
of satisfaction. There was a vague
barrier there. Lee was holding him
away from her, gently but none
the less firmly.
Aside from the usual home remembrances,
Dale's Christmas
xiiwf/yuig wuucciiitru itseii oniy witn
a gift for Lee. Furtive prowls
through department stores, a search
that took him as far as New York,
left him rather dismayed at the vast
miscellany contrived for feminine
use.
"I hope you don't mind my acting
as my own delivery boy," he explained
evasively to Lee when he
was fortunate enough to find her
alone on the afternoon of the day
before Christmas. "I had these flowers
for your mother and I wanted to
be sure they got here shipshape, j
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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