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At stores everywhere. Easy Instructions— For Home or Hall 2)«B»i»»», Depl. Y-145, Framingham, Mass. I Send me FREE Instruction Leaflet: "A Ghastly Ghost Parly" I Name I Address I City State J For Interesting Dennison-Cratt Guides on other I subjects, check below and enclose 5i for each. ID Craftwork D Flower MaMlna n Prtrtti Tnhl D Parly Tables D Gay Decorations A loose leaf that's a lost leaf Is the last leaf that you'll lose. After this, gummed reinforcements Are the guardians you'll choose. USE DENNISON GUMMED REINFORCEMENTS What Will People Say? Continued from page 15 Chicago was just a blur. I remembered taxis and the license bureau and a dash into a florist's for flowers and the funny, fat man who married us and beamed like a nice friendly sun and his wife, who wept and sniffed through the ceremony. Now, I'm going home, I thought, a real home, with my husband. I turned and put my face close to Sam's on the pillow and Sam, in his sleep, fumbled for my hand and held it. F AWOKE with a start and it took -*■ me a moment to get over the fright of staring up into a man's face. Then I remembered. Sam was already dressed. "Well, Mrs. Clarke," Sam grinned down at me. "Don't you think it's time to get up?" He leaned down and pulled me into his embrace. "Oh, darling," I said into the rough tweed of his shoulder, "you're not sorry?" Sam held me so tight I could hardly breathe. "No, no, no," he said fiercely. "I'd never have forgiven myself, if I'd been fool enough to worry about conventions, yesterday. Now you're mine — for always — and nothing else matters." Then, almost as though he were a little ashamed of his outburst, he touched me awkwardly on my bare shoulder. "Get dressed, darling. Breakfast is being served." When we were seated at a table in the dining car, Sam looked up, suddenly, from the order he was writing out. "I never thought of it," he grinned. "I don't even know what you like for breakfast, Mrs. Clarke." I laughed and told him what I'd like. But, while he finished writing the order, I couldn't help thinking that there were lots of things we didn't know about each other. "Sam," I said, "shouldn't you wire ahead to anyone? I mean, isn't there someone who ought to know about — us—?" "No," Sam said. "Didn't I tell you I'm an orphan?" I shook my head with a smile. "But you must have friends, darling." Sam grinned. "I have friends, all right, I guess. I know everyone in town. Needsville's small, darling. It's so small that everyone knows everyone else." Listening to Sam describe Needsville, with its one main street and scattering of houses and the two churches and the school and the string of tiny lakes off to the North and the farms to the South, I realized that he was very fond of this place. And I wished that I could share those things with him, that I could know Needsville as well as he did and love it as much. Sam was talking, now, of some of the people. "Old Mrs. Judge Purchase," he was saying, "she'll probably call before anyone else. She's to society what Mr. Weaver is to everything else." "Who is Mr. Weaver, dear?" I asked. "Well, let's see — how can I explain him?" Sam knitted his brows. "He sort of runs everything, I guess. He's the one who. gave me the job of Superintendent of the High School." Of course, the Board voted me in, but they wouldn't have, without his say so." 66 "Oh," I said, although it wasn't quite clear to me. Sam was frowning. "What's the matter, darling?" I asked. Sam smiled hesitantly. "I wonder if it wouldn't be a good idea to wire ahead to Mr. Weaver?" He looked uncomfortable. "Sam, are you afraid?" I asked. "Are you afraid he'll disapprove and — and maybe not let you take the job?" "Oh, no," Sam said, but he didn't sound very certain. "Well, then, what is it?" Sam bit his lip and his dark eyes looked miserable. "It's — well, I don't know — You see, Mr. Weaver's daughter, Ruth, and I — " "Sam!" "No, no, Delia!" Sam said insistently. "It's nothing like that. We're not in love, or anything. It's just that Ruth and I have been running around together ever since we were kids. It just occurred to me that maybe people in town have expected that we'd — well — you know — " "And that's why Mr. Weaver gave you that job," I said, "so you and Ruth could be married." I could feel something inside me going to pieces. "Oh— Sam!" "Now, darling," Sam said. "Don't be silly. I tell you there was nothing to it." "Yes, but everyone expected you to marry her, didn't they?" I asked. "What if they did?" Sam asked. "You know how people are — " Yes, I thought, I know how people are. All my old fear of other people's thoughts welled up in me. Sam and Ruth were their friends. I was an outsider. I was an intruder, who had taken Sam away from one of their girls. "Darling, don't look like that," Sam pleaded. "I love you and you're my wife and nothing else matters." "But we've got to live with these people — the rest of our lives, maybe," I said. "How can we — if — if they hate me?" Sam sighed a little impatiently. "Delia, they won't hate you. They'll like you, as soon as they know you." His voice lost its edge and he pressed my hand. "Don't worry any more, Delia. I was a fool to mention it." But I didn't think it was nothing. I knew what small towns were like. I couldn't get it out of my mind that Sam had no right to take that job, now that he'd married me. THE train was slowing down. My heart began to beat furiously. I was really frightened. Suppose there were people at the station to meet Sam, to welcome him home? Suppose Ruth were waiting? "Sam, I'm afraid," I whispered. Sam caught my hand and pulled me to my feet. He kissed me long and hard. "Now, let's have no more of this nonsense, Mrs. Clarke." Still, I hesitated before stepping down from the train. I glanced quickly up and down the platform. There was no one in sight but an elderly man in blue dungarees. "Hi, Sam Clarke!" the elderly man cried happily, running toward us. "Certainly didn't expect you." Sam shook hands cordially. "Hello, Roy. It's good to see you again." RADIO MIRROR