CHAPTER XIII CONTINUED She tried to tell him it was not necessary but she could not speak Her throat was choked with sobs. She shook her head but Tony came after her. He took her arm and helped her gently up the stairs. Rosemary had said she would send a maid up right away with soda and starch. At the door to her room Barbara stopped. "Go back, Tony,” she faltered, “and have a nice time. I’ll be all right. I want to be alone. Can’t you understand I hate even you to see me like this “Don’t be silly,’’ protested To ny. She went into her room and closed the door and after a while she heard Tony going down the stairs. To Rosemary, thought Bar bara, and burst into tears. Rosemary did send the maid up with soda and starch. Rosemary came up herself and insisted on doing something. But Barbara re fused to let either of them into the room. “I can manage alone,” she called in a muffled voice through the door. “I don’t need any help.’’ She opened the door just wide enough to take the package from the maid. She began to pull off the red dress. She had caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her face was all blotched and swollen. There was a huge white welt across her upper lip and an other in her left eyebrow. She looked like a blowsy, bleary-eyed old woman. Finally she got her clothes off and stepped into the tub. The wa ter was a temporary relief but as soon as she got out she itched worse than ever. She put on her thin dimity pajamas. “I can’t beat it!” she cried, and flung herself face down across the bed. Then Tony knocked at the door “Let me in Barbara,” he said. Barbara was glad she had lock ed the door. “Go away," she call ed out in a stifled voice. I want to be alone.” “Nonsense!” exclaimed Tony. “I’ve brought a doctor.” “There is nothing a doctor can th ’ t >^ailed Barbara- “1 told you Tony refused to go away. Fin ally Barbara dragged herself to the door and opened it. She did not look at Tony. She stared at the doctor, a middle aged man who smiled at her whimsically. “There’s nothing you can do, Barbara said. “I’ve had this be fore. It just takes time to get ov er it.” The doctor grinned. “Maybe there was nothing doctors could do the last time you had the hives but we medical men progress.” Tony smiled at Barbara. “Come on back to bed sugar, and we 11 tix you up.” He helped her into bed and sat down on the edge beside her while the doctor was prepar ing a hypodermic. “Don’t worry, Skeezix,” he said tenderly, “you ’ll feel better in a little while." The doctor wiped off a place on her arm with alcohol. “I’m going to give you an injection of adren alin,’ he explained. “In about a half hour you should get a great deal of relief.” The needle hurt a little and Barbara winced, but Tony squee zed her hand and the pain did not matter. Nothing mattered when Tony was there. Live without him! Surrender him to another woman! Never, never, thought Barbara. “She should go to sleep now," the doctor told Tony before he lc-lt. Barbara began to feel better almost at once. Tony turned out the lights. He took her hand. Bar bara began to be quite drowsy. The burning flush was subsiding. “You needn’t stay'any longer, To ny," she whispered after a while. “I’m practically asleep.” Tony laughed. “Go on and sleep your head off, sugar. I’ll stay.” “But you’re missing all the fun,” faltered Barbara. Tony patted her hand. “Skip it,” he said. “I’m not missing any thing.” Barbara thought of Rosemary ithen somehow Barbara could think I of nothing except that it was hea ven to have Tony there and she was very tired and going to sleep. “You’re so—so — sweet, Tony," she said in a groggy voice. Tony reached over and kissed her eyelids shut. “You were nev er hard to take Mrs. Blake," he whispered. It was late in the night when she awoke. The big house was ve ry still and Tony was in bed be side her, his arm across her pro tectingly even in his sleep. She was not sure how it had happened but she knew that everything was all right again between her and Tony. The shadow which had been there was gone. Tony was aware of Barbara once more and in love with her just as he used to be. Rosemary did not possess even his imagination any longer. She felt very well the next morning, everything considered. When she put on her new white sports dress with the red heather belt and the smart red saldals to match, she looked very pretty. j “Kind of strutting your stuff, aren’t you Mrs. Blake?” Tony in quired, leaning over and kissing the little hollow in her throat. Even Rosemary was different i that morning, subdued and a trine j piqued at Tony, who teased her unmercifully after he beat her a set tennis. Barbara could afford to feel sorry for Rosemary. She was very young and she had idealized Tony. She had imagined he was unhappy and unappreciated at home and had probably pictured oeer Licenses Payable Before May RALEIGH, Apri 16. — fitate and local licenses for retail sale of beer are payable before the start of the 1945-46 license year on May 1. The license fees for retail out lets are: state $5.00; county $25 for on-premises and $5.00 for off premises; and municipal $15.00 for on premises and $5.00 for off premises. In a special bulletin to retail beer dealers, the North Carolina, committee—United States Brew- i ers Foundation called attention to several changes in the beer control acts made by the 1946 General Assembly. | One amendment, effective May 1, makes it a misdemeanor for a retail dealer to operate without | renewing his license or procuring | a new permit. IN NORTH CAROLINA From where I sit... Joe Marsh. Dick Newcomb Goes Fishing by Proxy Bob Newcomb used to be the best fly castec in the county. Never missed a Saturday at Se ward’s Creek. But come the war, and Bob’s son going ofl in uni form, he just lost interest in things like Ashing. Bat the other day Bob got a | letter from the Sooth Pacific W . . . kind of a homesick letter: "I’m thinking of yon, Dad. fish tag in Seward’s Creek; cooking trout over an open fire; and keeping the beer cool in the stream. Keep an extra bottle eool for me." So Bob spent his next day off exactly as Dick dreamed of his doing-fished Seward’s Creek again, and cooked the trout, and kept the beer cool in the stream. And you knew he was doing it for Dick. From where I sit, it’s what the men overseas would have us do — keep alive the little customs, the small pleasures, they re* member - keep them alive till they come home to share them. ; *4 • IMS, UNITID STATES BHWIM FOUNDATtOH N*rth CmnMm CmmiMm 4 , ■ ■ ' w %\ 1 . herself as his inspiration. It was moonlight driving home. Tony kept his arm about Barbara the way he use