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SOUTH CAROLINA MILLS. Dept 423, Spartanburg, S. C. just get my hat and we'l 1 — " Marsha's heart began to pound. "I don't think we'll go just yet. I'd like to know more about what's going on . . . Joe!" she added sharply. "Look at me. What is Doris talking about?" "Well, Joe's big highway deal, of course." Puzzled, Doris saw Marsha's hands clench around her purse. "I assumed Joe had talked it all over with—" "I have, she knows all about it," Joe interrupted. "Listen, girls, let's go or we won't get a table." Doris drew back. "No. If you and Marsha have a private fight or something you'd better finish it alone. I did want to celebrate my new fortune but—" "Please stay." Marsha's intensity cut across Doris's embarrassment and, like a physical pull, brought Joe to a stop almost with his hand on the doorknob. "If we're talking about a little investment Joe was considering yesterday, I think we should discuss it together." When he hesitated, she leaned forward. "Joe, did you tell Flatoe you were not going in with him? Did you, Joe?" Joe's head moved nervously. Suddenly he faced her, and his voice was as edged as hers had been. "No. I did not. I thought it over, and in spite of what you said I decided Doris ought to have the chance to say yes or no. After all, with an opportunity to more than double her money wouldn't I be a heel if I kept it from her and just turned it down? You just have no head for business, Marsha. What's good enough for my father is good enough for me, is your motto, and that won't go these days. You've got to risk a dollar to make two." "It's such a sure thing!" Doris said eagerly. "How can it miss? With Joe putting his own money into it I feel as safe as a church." "So Joe is putting his own money into it, too?" Marsha was beyond surprise. She spoke calmly, like someone making a casual social remark. "Well. I don't know when I've been more pleased. He must have some I don't know about." Standing up, she fastened her furs around her. She fumbled in her purse, found what she wanted and threw a small clanking object on the desk. "There you are, Joe — the car keys. I'll be out of the house before you get back tonight. Good luck — or fun, or lots of money — whatever it is you want, I hope you get it. That's why I'm going, because I don't know what you want. It's not a decent, self respecting life — that's all I'm sure of, Whatever it is, I hope you find it.' Blind with tears, she turned to go. Joe was beside her, his hands gripping her shoulders. "You fool! You're my wife, Marsha — what are you talking about? What kind of dramatics are you pulling? You can't walk out — " She twisted her shoulders futilely. "Let me go! I swore if you touched Doris's money I'd leave you. This trick, getting her to tell you to go ahead — it's a crooked, rotten trick, that's all. Do you think it makes any difference that you've talked the poor child into letting you throw her money away as you've thrown ours, so that we're penniless . . . Let me go! I can't live with you and keep any self-respect!" "Marsha, Marsha. If you'd only — " "Let me go!" Weeping openly now, Marsha tried to wrench herself out of his grasp. Her helplessness and a sense of betrayal, of irreplaceable loss, suddenly maddened her. She heard a sharp crack, and realized that she had struck Joe's cheek with such force that he let her go and fell back. She laughed wildly. "Doris, Doris — I'm sorry you had to see this! Forget it, all marriage isn't like this . . ." Then, somehow, she was out of the office, out of the building, and in a taxi, going blindly toward what was no longer home . . . More than a month passed before Marsha was fully aware of herself once more. Moving like someone mercifully anesthetized, she had done all that had to be done. Her life had been cut away from Joe's; her clothes, her books, the things she considered hers, were now established in a furnished two-room apartment in Littleton's downtown section. Then, one Saturday afternoon, she opened her door to a knock and found Doris there. "May I come in?" she asked uncertainly. Politely, Doris refrained from looking around the room, but she couldn't help a miserable second glance at Marsha's face. Seeing it, Marsha asked quietly, "Do I look so dreadful, then?" "You look awful. Oh, Marsha — come back! I can see now that you need Joe as much as he needs you!" "Did he ask you to come?" Doris shook her head violently. "He absolutely forbade me to. But listen — do you know what's been happening?" "Doris! You mean it's gone — your money?" Doris nodded. "The works. All gone. The council voted another route for the highway, and Joe's land — " she snapped >. FIBBER McGEE & MOLLY every tuesday night . . . 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