Show FROM NUTE T TO M UTE MARTHA HOMAS 4 minute said corinne Corl bjone I 1 its today and the next v its tomor tomorrow rowl 1 vand and one minute replied bruce its this year and the next its to morrow year rear she smiled at him a little dark thing in filmy almy clouds ot of white they circled the ballroom once onca more and one minute said bruce with a deep rumble he tried to keep from sounding tender lest someone overhear youre miss corann mumford Mum tord and the next he whirled her off into a quieter corner youre mrs bruce indeed as quickly as that she smiled again but her cool voice trembled do I 1 gather her flashes fell on her checks that this Is in the way of a proposal of marriage bright girl I 1 on new years tears eve I 1 demand a new wife a new life arid and happiness ever afterward how modest she murmured you are speak I 1 promise me before the bells ring minutes 1 fly into hours days months and years I 1 promise me I 1 now he held her closer his breath tanned fanned her hair they pile up and pile up and then life goes on and were old minute after minute promise the tha violins seemed to beseech her they cried out at her in lovely 1 IV 1 5 tx i and were old minute after minute promise golden voices one minute Is to iday the next Is tomor tomorrow rowl 1 they danced and danced one minute miss corinne mumford the next nest mrs airs bruce macqueen in her clouds of filmy white whirling and whirling in her partners arms she tried to think was it the ball I 1 the glitter and life and beauty of a big party the joy of dancing as it if her feet were e shod with wings the delight C of hearing braces voice begging her talking to her holding her in his gentle grasp did she love him did he love her around and around whirl whirl i perhaps one did not have ato to decide perhaps as one minute slid silently into the next nest one knew I 1 im going away tomorrow said bruce to south america A big chance oh she gasped you did not tell me 1 I only heard today lie he was going away when today v was RS LA tomorrow morrow h hp gouldh woul woula dh bon io goms ne A T pa panr rl eirno m her heart to her ber throat she lifted her clain chin and looked up ills his glance sober and dark and shining plunged into her eyes she quivered lie he began to sing with the music but words of his own the beai boat sails on and the wind blows south ill ID never come home again the music stopped A bush fell on the huge ball room the first slow peal of a bell sounded high in the air tell me speak with the bells on new years eve corinne 11 1 she turned her face away she knew so joining her small human voice with the clangor overhead ead she slie said sald one minute corinne mumford the next nest mrs bruce macqueen and midnight passed into the new Y year ca r 0 w western e union |