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Show ther's room, and propped The pillows behind him. "Here's your New Year dinner, daddy." "Thank you, Pauline." His hands trembled as he picked up his spoon. "1 don't know what I should ever do without you." From the corner of the house cnme the fragments of a song, fading In the distance: Until tomorrow, I'll dream of you; Until tomorrow, when dreams come tru Tears burned In Pauline's eyes, but a smile played around her lips. (, 1928. Western Newspaper Union.) i "UNTIL : TOMORROW" : A New Year's Story j r Br " HELEN GAISFORD : !' ..., h f'illlEW ' YEAE'S DAY- am1i P.jMo Pauline Hughes bustled; ItjiKi about, setting the cottage r;SSr In order. Martin Norcross. iJSvfeJ whom she had promised to i marry, was coming. ' A querulous call came from an ad-1 Joining bedroom, and Pauline went to the door. "Yes, father?" i "Isn't the doctor here yet?" ! "No, dear, but he will come soon.'' As she arranged Ms pillows she no- " tlced how thin and pale he was, and '. a lump rose In her throat She must i do all she could to make him happy. I "You must hurry to get up and j around again before this lovely snow Is gone," she said. . "And when the spring comes, and you are getting stronger all the time, think how wonderful won-derful It will be I Martin and I will be married, and he will come here to live, top, until Mrs. Morrington learns bow to take care of things. Martin says he found the nicest bun- sort to PaullneT "Martin," she said, "don't you think we had better wait until father Is quite well? I am so afraid he might be lonely." "But, my dear, 1 don't want to take you awny from your father. He needs you. Only I need you, too." "And I need you, Martin, oh ! ever so much. But poor father looks so frail " A knock at the door Interrupted Inter-rupted her. "It must be the doctor," she said. j Doctor Burson shook the snow from his broad shoulders and stepped in doors. He greeted Pauline and Martin, Mar-tin, then went on to his patient's room. Pauline sat down at the piano. "Sing something, Martin," she asked. "Let's sing 'Until Tomorrow,' together." to-gether." When the doctor came back into the room, Pauline rose. "Well, doc tor?" ! "He Is about the same," Doctor : Burson answered, "but I want to talk to you young people for a miniit" Miss Pauline, 1 ask you to postpone your wedding Indefinitely." "Is that necessary, doctor?" Mar tin broke In to ask. "I'm sorry, Martin, but I'm afraid It is. Miss Pauline, you may as well know that your father will never re cover." Pauline's eyes were dry and wide When she spoke her voice sounded harsh and far away. "I suppose, doctor; I have suspected this foi several weeks " She broke down, then. In the relief of tears, and Mar tin stood awkwardly by while the doctor tried to comfort her. 'The whole thing is," the doctor ex plained, "that Mr. Hughes Is very galow Wednesday, and maybe we'll buy a home of our own Why, Dad dy ! You're cry ing!" The sick man tried to smile. "It's nothing nothing. " "Oh, my dear, you don't think I'd ever love any one enough to for get you, do you?" "No, Pauline don't you worry I'll be all right Only I'll miss my little girl so." "But Mrs. Morrington Mor-rington will take M m ft cltement will af feet him fatally Besides, I am sure that be secreth dreads the time when you will hav to give your best attention and thought to some one els e." H t paused. "1 know your love for him will Invent excuses ex-cuses for the delay." de-lay." He took his hat and bag. "I'll go now. You take care of her, Martin." good care of you, and Martin and I will come over often. Besides, you'll be well, then." "Yes," he said slowly. "I'll be well, then." A familiar step sounded on the porch, and Pauline ran to greet her fiance. When she re-entered her father's fa-ther's room, Martin Norcross was i close behind her. i "Happy New Year, Mr. Hughes," he said, and shook the older man's hand. "Feeling better?" "A little, maybe," the other answered. an-swered. "But don't you young folks j waste your time on me. Go along and have your dinner, and I can wait ' for mine until after the doctor comes I'll try to take a nap, now." "All right, Daddy. Are you sure ' you're comfortable?" j "Quite comfortable." Delicious as It was, the New Year's ! . dinner made little impression od I Martin Norcross. He was too busy thinking of other things. Just the j fact that they were to be married soon, he thought, made the day a. holiday. ' H said something of rhe At last the girl turned a tear-stained face to her lover. "You'll wait for me, Martin?' she asked. "Forever," he answered. "I could wait" "Pauline!" came her father's voice. "Aren't you going to bring my din Der?" "Yes, daddy. In Just a minute, dear." Martin took her in his arms. "Remember, "Re-member, Pauline, that 1 am waiting." "Remember, Martin, that I love you." "Go to your father, dear. A year or two from our young lives will soon be only a memory, but they are all that he has left 1 will see you soon again, and I will wait. Good by, my dear, and a blessed New Year." Pauline wiped from her eyes the traces of tears and patted her hair. "I'm coming, father," she calied. Het voice was steady and cool. She carried the tray info her fa- |