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The loneliness that had come to fill her empty heart after Bruce left was her excuse for this midnight escapade — that, and the pride that would not let her break her promise
THE STORY
DRUCE MacDOUGALL and I had wanted to get married for several years, but his financial obligations to his younger brother had prevented us. Now Bruce was free of that responsibility, but soon he would be drafted — and rather than wait for that to happen he enlisted in the ground crew of the Air Corps. The first I knew of this decision was when he came into the office where I worked for Dr. Dale, radio's "Counsel of Common Sense," and announced that he had passed his physical examination and soon would be inducted.
In a panic at the thought that I might lose him forever, I begged him not to postpone our marriage any longer, and Bruce was upon the point of agreeing when Dr. Dale walked in. And after Bruce left the office, Dr. Dale advised me strongly not to rush into a marriage which could offer so few days of happiness. Dr. Dale was good at advising people; that was his profession on the air; and now he was able to present so many sound arguments against marrying a man who would soon be in the Army, that when I left him I was torn and confused.
Bruce sensed this confusion when we met that evening, but he didn't understand the reason for it. He didn't realize, any more than I did, that our long, frustrated love for each other had made us not quite sane. Whatever the reason, we quarreled that night, and parted in anger — jealous anger on Bruce's part because we'd happened to meet Ferenc Vildar, who worked in the shortwave department of the radio station, and Bruce thought^-or chose to think — that I was more interested in Ferenc than I was in him.
And I didn't hear from Bruce again until an afternoon three days later, when he called me at the office — just a moment, as it happened, after Ferenc Vildar had dropped in for a visit — to say he was at the station, ready to entrain within a few minutes for a camp in Illinois.
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would have taught me. i had spent three years dreaming my dream and I would not have it torn from my heart with this drastic sudden violence. No, somehow I must build it up again.
"But you cannot," Ferenc said, his brown eyes velvet-dark in the dimness of the cool little bar where he
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