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City_ _State_ Kiss Me for Luck {Continued from page 47) spending money for nonessentials, they found all their joy and recreation in their walks home at night, their telephone conversations, in — ■ just being together. And yet that wasn't enough, not nearly enough. Each night the parting became harder, each time the good-night kiss stirred a hunger that haunted her rooms long after he was gone and dogged his footsteps all the way back to the hotel. One day he was at her apartment, trying to work in the crowd — its catcalls, shouts, criticisms — in one of his routines. "I feel like that one-man orchestra we see going around the streets." He stopped short. "This is where I need Roy." So he was still afraid to go out on his own. "Phil," she said softly. "I could learn the accordion." He winced and turned on her in a burst of temper. "I won't work with you. I told you that long ago and if that's what's in your head — get it out. A man's got to be something by himself or nothing at all." "But your — future wife can help you, Phil," she pleaded. He softened suddenly, came swiftly to her and tilted her chin up. "We'll have a little house when I get going. You'll take care of it. You know — geraniums in the window, honeysuckle vine on the porch — " After that Betsy didn't offer advice or criticism, except when he asked for it. AT the end of three weeks Phil didn't go to his new agent. Al Lonergan, because "things aren't in the shape I like them to be." Betsy thought they were, but couldn't say so. The fourth week went by and Phil was still making excuses. Then, at the end of the fifth week, something happened in her affairs which pointed the way to handle the situation. He was standing at her door after bringing her home. Betsy drew a deep breath and plunged. "It seems silly," she said, keeping her voice casual, "for us to be paying two rents." "Two can't live as cheaply as one," he answered gruffly. "That's hooey." "Two can starve more cheerfully than one!" This was mean and low, about the meanest thing a girl could say to a man. But she was saying it for him, to help him. "That's all our marriage would mean to you?" "What else? I'm out of a job now, myself." "Betsy!" "Well — I've had six weeks at The Blue Lagoon. That's a long time for one of those joints. They want new faces." "Something's bound to turn up, Betsy." "Not this time — I don't think." She went on chattering, painting a discouraging picture. Phil broke in. "I've still got a little money. Do you think I'd let you starve?" She let her last dart fly. It was the most hurtful of all, but if it worked — "You'll need that yourself, won't you?" Phil didn't come in for a hot drink that night. Before he had reached the gate of the court, Betsy had flung herself across the bed, fully clothed, and great sobs shook her body. How could she have done this to him, who needed her faith so much? But she hadn't really lost faith in him — and so, crying and grieving, arguing with herself and silently apologizing to Phil — The telephone drilled into her brain and as she stumbled to get to the instrument, she wondered who could be calling in the middle of the night. But it wasn't the middle of the night. The sun slashed across her eyes like a knife. She must have slept in her clothes. "Honey — I woke you up — " Her heart turned over. That was Phil and he wasn't angry. His voice was confident — almost! "That doesn't matter." "I'm seeing Lonergan at two-thirty." Then she had helped him! The world was bright again, the flowers outside sweet in their gay colors. "Oh Phil." "I love you, Betsy." Precious words. The most precious in the world. AT five o'clock dinner was under way. Betsy sat down on the top step of the entrance to her bungalow to wait and when she saw Phil turn in at the entrance, she raced around the court to meet him, straight into his arms. Unabashed before eyes that must be watching, he kissed her, and although he said at once that Lonergan had showed no great enthusiasm, she knew Phil was going to keep on, if only for her sake. Indoors he kissed her again, long and luxuriously, as if her love were something to be savored, a lasting beauty, not one to be snatched at quickly. The dinner was perfect. Phil clowned all the time he was helping her clear up. Then Betsy put a Tommy Dorsey recording on the machine and when the music began to play, Phil opened his arms wide. They didn't talk, then. They danced. He had never danced before, with Betsy, and now, feeling her a featherweight of loveliness against his heart, he felt strong and rich in his love. Like honey pouring out of a crystal pitcher, Betsy thought. That's the way we dance together. Oh Phil, don't you see how it would be if we did everything together— work together, too? I always knew from the first I could be your perfect partner. DETSY had not entirely exaggerated her own chances, or rather lack of them, for employment. Her own agent could find nothing suitable for her. At first. the freedom was delightful, although the blessing was mixed, for although she had plenty of time to play with Phil, he naturally did not wish to get too far away from the telephone. That meant they merely spent their time between Mama's hotel and her apartment, with an occasional walk in the evening. The spell of that night when they danced wore off. Sometimes she thought, in despair, that they acted like an old married couple. A kiss when they met and when they parted, long silences which were not comforting, hours spent together because they seemed to have nothing else to do. Finally Al Lonergan called one day. There was a spot for Phil. One night. more if he made good. "Of course 1*11 go," said Phil. The instant Phil stepped out into the spotlight, he had his first case of stage fright. The audience was smarter than he'd thought, waiting to be mowed down. He couldn't relax. He was trying too hard. It's nothing. Twelve minutes. Take it easy. Relax. A lady bets on a horse. So what? You've been through it dozens of times. Here's where Betsy always laughed. Nobody's laughing now. Easy. Relax. Before the polite patter of applause marked the finish, he knew he was not putting it over. He was dying for the third time. Once when Chet ran out. then when Roy deserted. The second and midnight shows were no better. He'd known all along he couldn't do it. He should have told Betsy before she bothered with him. Lonergan spoke only once on the way