Breckenridge American (Breckenridge, Tex.), Vol. 21, No. 106, Ed. 1 Friday, May 16, 1941 Page: 2 of 4
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PtANS FOR TWO
CHAPTER XXIV
b™ RALE suffered the tortures
of th dnmned an he rut-ed
back down the old mine road. It
was narrow, and winding, and mo
required 10 minute* at the best
possible ?peed. He was sobbing in
a .sort of restrained hysteria.
Neither he nor the man with him
could speak. Bob had black visions
of his village completely buried or
at least laid in death and ruin.
Specifically, he suffered in seeing
Carolyn Tyler dead a thousand
ways.
He swerved around the last
curve, then, and instantly identi-
fied Carolyn herself.
He yelled at her. "CAROLYN!
. . . CAROLYN!"
It was a wild, frenzied cry which
slipped into infinite gladness when
he saw that she was actually
running.
• • *
I^HK village seemed intact, and
other folk were stirring now,
but he recognized Carolyn from
efar partly because he so desper-
ately wanted to and partly because
he couldn't mistake the bright red
shirt she still wore, the same one
.Hie had worn during the ride.
That thirt had" intrigued him for
two hours this afternoon. It had
been a gay challenge to Leana
Sormi's severe black-and-white
tiding habit. It had been precisely
the right complement for Caro-
lyn's flaxen curls. It had topped—
just right—her dark blue, form-
fitting jodhpurs, to emphasize her
as the slender, lovely girl .she was.
He stopped his car when he had
to. jumped out and started run-
ning.
There was no outpouring of
words between them.
All at once he was holding her.
Just clasping her tight, feeling her
cry end trembling powerfully with
her in sheer intensity of emotions.
It was she who murmured first.
"Bob! . . . Eob!"
"Little girl!" He kissed the tup
of her forehead, still squeezing her
close. He shut his eyes tigl>"y.
There was a strange, sad, and yet
sweet ecstacy between them.
• * *
rpIlERE was no chance to relax
for almost 24 hours. But late
on that second day. amid the stir-
ring and the milling and the ex-
citement of peoples arriving and
going through all the inevitable, if
kindly hullabaloo. Bob said that the
time had come to take Carolyn
away lest she drop in her tracks.
Her mother had already been sent
to Blair, along with most of the
remaining personnel here in the
mountain village. Officials from
the Arizona county seat, 100 miles
away, had come to take charge.
First thing Bob did was to make
Carolyn eut. She had lived only on
a sandwich and a few cups of cof-
fee forced on her since yesterday.
"You must eat also," she re-
minded him, there in the tiny Blair
Inn. "Gee, Bob. we do get into the
awfullest things!"
The meal was a life saver. In
both it restored strength, energy,
hope.
"Mind if we don't go back to-
night?" he asked wanly, after the
twilight meal. "Let's just ride out
alone, where we can think." <
They didn't have to so far. Only
a mile or so to escape the flood
of newspaper men, photographers,
officers, curious folk who had
poured in. They left Bob's car and
sat on a flat red boulder near the
road.
Stars had begun their timeless
winking. Later there would even
be a moon, but already the world
was beautiful with the soft, eva-
nescent something that is early
night.
Presently they found themselves
talking. Quietly, intimately, dis-
passionately going over the whole
thing, recounting all the weeks
since she had first come to work
for him. re-living the horror of the
explosion itself but in a new feel-
ing of deep gratitude for escape.
"I waited for you. Bob. at the
guard shack, when the guards told
me you had not come by," she
repeated for perhaps the tenth
time. "I just did! But when it
happened. I was afraid you had
gone in! The granite cliff saved
us even there, but I couldn't know
about you."
He held her very close. "You
waited. For me! It seems to me
that 1 have waited for you since
time began, Carolyn! Waited and
! hungered for you. I was so madly
] in love with you when you dropped
hadn't been for your Ken Palmer,
I should have— Carolyn,, I warn
v«u j don't intend to be i gentle-
man e\°r again! You had told m®
in the beginning that Ken loved
you. I felt it only fair to—"
"But I didn't say I loved him!"
She laughed again. "And ajl this,
while I thought you indifferent!"
He shook his head a little bit-
terly. "I tried dutifully to forca
myself on—Leana. Thinking, and
fearing, she and I might—might—
Remember, I even appealed to
you!"
"I remember," Carolyn whis-
pered.
"It is tragic, even so, to know
her guilty of this. I had rto idea
she felt so deeply In a personal
way! But Carolyn, may we not
promise never to mention that as-
pect of it again? Anything that
would cause unhappiness to, linger
in you—!"
"Of course, Bob. Oh Bob. please
hold me very close, and kiss nte
again!"
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'T'HEY talked for more than an
hour, quietly, tenderly. It was
the best solace they could havi
arranged. He grew, if possible,
more dear to her than ever, more
grand.
It was he Who suggested giving
Ken Palmer a far better in the
Schoenfeld Laboratory back home.
It Was he who swore then to tell
the secret of deriving X-999 to a
dozen other picked American sci-
entists. who could form a corpora-
tion for developing it in the safe-
est, sanest way.
It was he who, finally, said, "I
think I have earned a rest, Caro-
lyn. and I'd like it to be a year,
with you. Summer is near, and tha
Pacific Northwest is beautiful.
Then a lazy sea trip down the
coast and across to Mexico City—
They say it's romance land, sweet-
heart! Romance land!"
He had slipped into a boyish
sort of enthusiasm. Here was a
Bob Hale she had never known
before! She could not answer, in
words; there was a tautness in her
throat. But she could press her
head a little closer into the crook
of his shoulder, where her lips
could just touch his chin.
Last thing thev saw when they
arose to go home was a faint, gray
spot high on the hills to the north-
east. That was the granite half of
Tonto Mountain, its peak holding
one last hint of day's sun.
"It's still beautiful," Carolyn
murmured.
( "And strong," said he. "Strong
and—triumphant. Like"— he
'dropped to a whisper, "—like our
j love, my dear."
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