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. The Saturday evening post. BRUSH ASSEMBLY Made of fine bronze withtool steel roller, finished likea ball bearing. 72 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST November 27, 1920. heaved an exultant sigh as they continuedto meet his frankly. Then came a Saturday in July when, asthey arrived at the theater, she told himhaltingly not to wait for her after the per-formance that night, and the thing he haddreaded to see came to pass. The eyesdarted away from his as if fear were chasingthem. Why, dearie? Why not? he broughtout. Because I—Im going out to the coun-try with Lucy Dean—and a party offriends. Even as sh
. The Saturday evening post. BRUSH ASSEMBLY Made of fine bronze withtool steel roller, finished likea ball bearing. 72 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST November 27, 1920. heaved an exultant sigh as they continuedto meet his frankly. Then came a Saturday in July when, asthey arrived at the theater, she told himhaltingly not to wait for her after the per-formance that night, and the thing he haddreaded to see came to pass. The eyesdarted away from his as if fear were chasingthem. Why, dearie? Why not? he broughtout. Because I—Im going out to the coun-try with Lucy Dean—and a party offriends. Even as she said it he knew what thewords presaged. The other girls name hadbeen thrust to the fore merely to cover oneof greater moment. He urged her into hislittle room. He pulled off her flower-ladenhat and, burying a hand in the shower ofgold, pushed back the head until the grayeyes were forced to meet his. Dearie, dear—tell me. Is—is he goin?Tell me the truth. He did not need the drooping of her eye-lids to answer him. You mustnt! he commanded desper-ately. You mustnt go away with himlike that! Its all wrong! The curls tossed, but she said gri
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