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He Seemed Silly but He Knew What He Liked and Just How to Go About Getting It DOROTHY MARIE DAY IS By Illustrated by Henrietta McCaig Starrett Mary Lee Started With a i School-Marm Mind, but Flip and the Moon Soon Changed It and Mary's School Lost a Pretty Teacher LOVE, Ltd. .1 ys IS r f P* * .# » fl : 1 | i i M Yjyi jM * *wnf & d j •a deep to find . to And . ." Mary Lea faltered. They stood silently watching the moon in the pool. Then Philip Carney stirred and drew Mary Lee into his arms. “I love you.” he said. He set her free as suddenly and hurried to the other side of the pool. “I’ve got to think.” he ex plained. “and I can’t think close to you. I want to be sure this is real . . this . . this . . "Flip!” Mary Lee was angry, raging. "Don’t tease me. Do yOu love me or don't you? If you do, how can you tor ture me? If you don't . . If you don’t. I’ll go away; I’ll get over you. I’ll forget you . . if I can.” “I only want to be sure,” he said. “You put love to a test, didn’t you? Well, I’m not sure it wasn’t a good idea. Mary Lee. moon-lady. I think I love you very much. My pulse accelerates alarmingly when I touch your fingertips. Your long lashes and that nick ii. your chin, your lips . . they drive me insane. In fact, it may not be love at all . just dementia." “Flip.” said Mary Lee, miserably. “My dear,” he spoke softly, challeng ing. “How far would the moon wade?” When she made a little hopeless gesture with her hands he nodded. “I was afraid of that. So you were right, after all. Even love does have its limits. Good-by, little Mary Lee.” ■pHILIP CARNEY turned and strode away through the trees, reappearing or the terrace briefly where he paused to blow a solemn kiss to Mary Lee. . Mary Lee summoned her courage and followed him. When she opened the floors the music poured over her and sninned ♦er for a moment. She poised in the airch a long time before Jiny one «• noticed* her. They were all there . . ** Jut!!, win Post and, far away, Nelfla and" ■* Flln. 2 * “But you don’t understand. Oh. please don’t send me away like this.” The tightness left Flip’s mouth. His lips twitched upward at the corners. ‘Come into the consultation room," he said. “The Carneys, pere et flls, guar antee complete service; no extra charge for personal attention.” “Oh, you you,” choked Mary Lee, but she kissed him when he turned her face up firmly Flip kissed her again and again, and then tenderly the palms of her hands and the tips of her Angers one at a time. He said: “Obviously there’s nothing wrong there. Wait, do you suffer from cold feet on hot days? Are there chills up and down your spine? Is there a ringing in your ears? Do you experience a feverish desire to laugh and cry and run up and down volcanoes? Does the sight of the lowly violet bring tears to vour eyes? My dear— it’s love." “I think you’re right," she said, trying to smile. “But I want to be sure No, wait, I’ve a grand idea. Flip. In about a week you come down to Monte Seco. There in normal surroundings with— with normal competition, we’ll know.” “Let’s Just take a chance,” began Flip Out in front the station bus honked twice. Mary Lee, her eyes unaccountably flooded with tears, tossed her head. It couldn’t be love if he could be so light about it. You couldn’t make fun of love. She began gathering up hat, gloves, purse . . nice, reliable things to cling to in a major disaster. “All right, if you don't want to come,” she said. “Lord. Mary Lee. I’d do anything to get you. You know that.” Mary walked out of the office, fighting her desire to grab Flip and never let him from her sight. She climbed into the station bus. which started promptly. “I’ll come,” shouted F%>. He Jumped on the running board and clung there as the bus Jounced down toward the gate «. Why wait a week, though ’’ -■ -Not 4rday sooner,** Insisted Mary leer' MARY LEE could have come back to Monte Seco with a four-carat dia mond on her left hand, but she preferred to return alone without a hint of ro mance. When Flip heard her decision he roared up and down the cloistered patio at the ranch-sanatorium. He said: “Mary Lee, you’re crazy. Or . . you’re ashamed of me.” He stopped, suddenly hurt and unsure. "Mary Lee, are you ashamed of me?” "Os course, not, silly. But . Weil, 1 think I love you, Flip, but it’s so very different from what I thought love would be.” “You’ve been reading a book,’’ saiu Flip. Flip was everything Mary Lee Lynn had never dreamed sne could love. He was honestly red-headed, a tackle type when she favored ends and bacKiieia men. He was gay. Not the most serious suojects could hold his ieet on earui. No. Mary Lee could not imagine nerself in love with young Philip Carney, and, oy a fair process ol logic, she could not imag ine Philip Carney m love with Mary Lee Lynn. “I like him because of five lonely butt, years of school teachmg in Lava Aren, sne thought. “And hes attracted to me because i m little and was so inghteneu and hurt.” Mary Lee, finishing her contract with Lava nrch, Ore., tnougnt she would die ll she couldn’t get home at once. She marly did. She whirled around the mountain road m her rattly old car ana suddenly tnere was another machine in front ol her. She was not seriously hurt, only a sprained ankle and what the Portland papers relerred to as ’ minor contusions and abrasions,’’ but the shock did her up completely. Or perhaps it was weari ness irom«*he hard year past. Anyway, oia Dr. Carney, who had nsen driving the "otiyr car," yut at his remodeled ran«sTsana toilum lur "a rest. And there
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