| Show Telegram Fiction DONT DON'T MARRY THE MAN MANBy By JEANNE BOWMAN CHAPTER 29 Wall of Rock MacDonald came toward her The telephone shrilled For a moment he ie wavered then reached for the instrument Heres your party party party- MacDonald This his is U. U S. S Mine Rescue bureau Kathleen steadied herself against the he building She felt every bit of life ife had been spent in her outburst Dimly she heard MacDonald's voice Fly them down theres there's a field just beyond The Golden Girl unit unit unit- Someone came out of the dusk of predawn to take her arm Lass ye canna work an ana a aday day Rest ye must so Balmy will willind find ind ye lookin pert I It was Grandma Barkus She I steered her on to the hospital i nodded to the nurse and led her herto herto herto to a cubicle where a narrow bed waited Kathleen lay Jay watching the mine superstructure through the win win- dow The lights paled against the gray of dawn and then the timbers stood out like a black skeleton against a red blood-red sky It doesn't matter to him how I feel teel now that hes he's won Bridget When he looked at me it was like a knife going into my heart and when he talked each word was the turning of the knife The numbness was wearing away and in its place came dr dread ad of facing acing another day day day-a a day without hope lope If Balmy could be as mistaken mistaken mis- mis taken aken in MacDonald what chance had lad he of making his way through to safety I wish I could go home I cantI cant I have to wait til they break through I have to stand by Donald Donald Don Don- ald aId is making his headquarters here Ill I'll 11 have to see him And I told him I loved him And I told him I never wanted to see him again Ruth tiptoed in as fresh as the dawn despite her nights night's vigil Here dear put these down Youre You're going to be needed and you wont won't be worth your salt if youre you're not rested Kathleen accepted the Slowly she relaxed and the pain which seemed to have congested about her head eased When she awakened the superstructure superstructure superstructure super super- structure was golden with midday sun Kathleen lay a moment waiting waiting wait- wait ing ng listening for voices anything to o tell her what had occurred during I her ler sleep A strange nurse came in She was from the MacDonald hospital Young Donald has been haunting haunting haunt haunt- haunt I ing the place he says he has to talk to you you you- Kathleen brushed this aside How far are the rescue crews Have they made any progress at atall atall atall all Some they ran into green rock and had to divert the tunnel But listen Young Donald Donald Donald- I 1 wonder if I 1 could bring fresh crews in from the outside The Press The nurse laughed at this My dear every miner in Utah Colorado New Mexico and Arizona is here in Neutrality You never saw such a mob And newspaper men Didn't you hear the planes come in Your friend Miss Donahue sent down some clothes They're there in the bag Why dont don't you have a cold shower The nurse prattled on Kathleen unhearing her mind caught something recorded it Young Donald looks like he needs someone to look after him Ive I've never seen a man look as as- as Kathleen turned the shower on full force hoping the he flaying wat water r would wash her clean of ot all thoughts of Young Donald She paused for one glance at the mirror There was nothing unless one could see behind her eyes to reveal the chaos of the previous night The brown suit golden tie trim cream blouse shining shinin boots all contributed to the idea of any mornings morning's jaunt It was The Golden Girl of the press who stepped from the hos hos- pital The girl who had walked into her fathers father's office months ago arbitrary aloof a veritable princess prin prin- cess of modern times The reporters photographers sob-sisters sob and special feature writers awaited her Their voices came to her in every key Wont you smile just once Miss Gregory A statement for the Daily Daily Daily- Is it true that you took over the holdings single-handed single Did you really really- I have no statement to make Kathleen's voice rang out sharply I will pose for no pictures It was then she saw a girl with hair as red as her own This girl gir came pushing through the crowd until she faced Kathleen She put pul her hands on her hips and thrust her face forward Listen this is our job getting news and were we're going to get it We have to eat and we haven't any sweet daddy digging gold out of I the ground for us Some of these I folks told us you were a grand grand' sport Well you may be to them but youre you're just a gilt balloon balloon- For the first time since the siren had rung over Neutrality Kathleen Kathleen Kath Kath- leen laughed And some day somebody is going going going go go- ing to stick a pin in me she asked Then she sobered Im sorry sorry sorry sor sor- ry I hadn't thought of this as being part of your job If y you'll ull wait until I 1 have some coffee Ill I'll talk By the way have you you you- The answer was unanimous They hadn't had time to think o of food Time was a precious element in their work also And they had been told they'd have to go back to Neutrality for food Kathleen waved them on They trooped toward the commissary cameras clicking as photographers ran ahead And then they trooped back to the mouth of the mine and Kathleen talked and posed Suddenly III Ill She was engaged in this fashion when she heard her name called Over the heads of the press crowd she saw Donald MacDonald She felt suddenly ill He looked dreadful dreadful dreadful dread dread- ful haggard unshaven Kathleen Miss l Gregory I must talk to you His eyes ees were feverish intent upon her ignoring the curious men and women who waited Cleo Riley longed to reach out to him ease the pain so visible on his face help him across this time of agonized waiting for word from his miners Kathleen Gregory thought He sees me here posing Hell He'll think I like this this She spoke through ugh stiff lips You talked to me last night Mr Mac- Mac Donald There is nothing else I care to hear They plied her with questions I then closing in about her leaving MacDonald on the rim of the crowd Kathleen saw him turn and walk toward the skip A crew was coming coming corning com corn ing up the men reeled out Ruth was there pouring whisky a glass Continued on Page Don i Telegram m mJEANNE I t Marry Fiction i I IBy By I JEANNE BOWMAN The Man Continued from Preceding Page at a time pressing it into grimy hands lands N NOrman MacDonald had come up with them He threw his arm about his his cousin and led him away Kathleen Kathleen Kathleen Kath Kath- leen saw them get into a car and only then was aware of the curious silence These men and women whose profession it was to gauge human emotions had sensed some- some thing hing They were waiting a cue Kathleen diverted them with the story tory of Balmy Old Balmy who had ad disappeared in the smoke- smoke choked shaft 14 hours before Love of f the old yellow fellow lending color to her er words she painted a vivid picture picure pic- pic ture ure of this man they were to call the he Prophet of the Hills when they reached cached their typewriters It wasn't long before they were there lere tapping out their tales and Kathleen found herself alone It was quite silent then Nothing Nothing Noth- Noth ing ng but the pump of the motors and the he rattle of the cables Nothing to tell ell of the feverish work going on onar far ar below the surface Morgan coming from his rest stopped topped beside the collar waiting lor br a skip Kathleen ran toward him Take me down Please I wouldn't be too much in the way would I 11 I want to see I want to tomake tomake tomake make sure they're doing every every- thing Morgan ran for slicker and hat and then they were in the skip were shooting down into the stifling darkness They reached the working working working work work- ing level and Kathleen found it different different different dif dif- dif dif- ferent from her memory of that first trip Cars were speeding along the tracks heaped with muck speeding back empty Were dumping in old tunnels to save time Morgan explained It was dark now save for the carbide lamps The tunnel was low so low they must stoop and the themen themen themen men working must work in this breaking bone-breaking position All they wanted was room to pass another There Ther was waa no time to waste enlarging enlarging enlarging en en- their passage no time to timber above themselves for safety Beyond that wall of rock and earth 53 men were waiting fighting for breath to keep life in their bodies providing they were still fighting Continued Wednesday Copyright 19 1938 for The he Telegram I |
