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WATCH THE CURVES
By Richard Hoffmann
Copyright by Richard Hoffmann
WNU Service
SYNOPSIS
Following: his father's criticism of his
Idle life, and withdrawal of financial
assistance, Hal Ireland, son of a
wealthy banker, is practically without
funds but with the promise of a situ¬
ation in San Francisco, which he must
reach, from New York. He takes pass¬
age with a cross-country auto party
on a "share expense" basis. Other
members of the party include an at¬
tractive girl, Barry Trafford; middle
aged Giles Kerrigan: Sister Anastasia,
a nulK and an individual whom he in¬
stinctively dislikes, Martin Crack. Bar¬
ry's reticence annoys him. To Kerrigan
he takes at once, but he distrusts
Crack. He finds his intimacy with Ker¬
rigan ripening, and makes a little
progress with Barry. Through a mis¬
understanding, at a stopping place, Hal
is directed to Barry’s room, instead of
his own, and they exchange kisses.
Next day he tells her he loves her. She
answers that she mustn't love him,
without giving any reason. Crack bru¬
tally insults Kerrigan. Hal forces him
to apologize abjectly, and his feeling
of disgust toward Crack is intensified.
On his Insistence, Barry tells Hal that,
at her father’s urging, she had mar¬
ried a man many years older than she,
and had promised her father, on his
deathbed, to stick to her husband, “no
matter what happened," for ten years.
That was four years ago, and despite
Her knowledge of her husband’s un
vorthiness, she is determined to keep
her promise, though admitting her love
for Hal. Next day an accident ruins
the battery of the car, and the journey
is halted for a time.
CHAPTER VII—Continued
—-17—•
Then the last fence post fell apart
across the low fire. Doc lay with his
legs under him, sometimes raised his
head from parallel forepaws to prick
his ears intently Into the gloom. And
there was a less easy difference In
the night.
“D’you s’pose that fella's building a
battery?” Kerrigan murmured out of a
silence; and he got to his feet In a
stiff sort of aimlessness that ended In
his lighting a cigarette and sitting
down again.
“Hadn't honestly thought of the lit¬
tle—gtly all night,” said I-Ial.
He started to take tiis arm from
Barry’s waist—to shift ills suddenly
cramped position; but site stirred
against him. murmured something, and
he waited, watching for her calm again.
Then lie began a more careful maneu¬
ver: In the middle of it Barry made a
quick, plaintive moan, turned as If to
hold him, and her sleepy whisper said,
“Darling, don't go, don’t go, there’s
time.” Her eyes opened. Disappoint¬
ment chased the dream out of them as
site looked from him to Kerrigan, and
the high moon. Then she sat up
straight, her rueful smile on the last
of the lire.
“So we’re still here,” site said. “Were
there ghosts?”
“None,” said Ilal. “Was that what
you were dreaming?”
“I think so—toward the end. Dear
Kerrigan, are there ghosts?”
“I would’ve said,” said Kerrigan
In a subdued tone, “that It took a ghost
to sleep ns you have and wake up
without a shiny nose. You're not a
ghost—thank the Lord, if you’ll allow
me—and neither is your nose shiny.
So I don’t know.”
She gave him a slow smile of affec¬
tion through her still disappointed
drowsiness: “You've never seen a real
ghost?” she said.
“I’ve thought I was Just going to—
oh, several times; but maybe I was
trying too hard,” said Kerrigan. “Usu¬
ally about tills time of night. In old
countries midnight’s supposed to be
the time; hut out here, I think before
dawn—just when tiie east begins to
gray.”
There was a car coming from tiie
direction of the highway—its loose
noisiness advertised over a distance.
They saw a pair of dim headlights
stare up and drop down again over
a rise.
“Splash with our battery,” said Ker¬
rigan, subdued.
“If that's a bet I won’t take It,” said
Hal moodily, and he looked down at
Barry. Site was staring into the em¬
bers, miles off In some somber thought.
I Tiie car lurched up over the rock
outcrop and came to a chattering stop
beside Rasputin, the motor racing un¬
der loud rattles and drummlngs In the
old body. Neither Barry nor Kerrigan
moved; Ilal got up, stiff and reluctant,
and went around, saying without wel¬
come, “That you?”
“Yeah,” said Crack lazily, somehow
ns If he had been gone a matter only
of moments.
And in that dismal predawn hour,
with a low stain of gray across the
east and the sharp, mocking flash of
the air-beacon in the gloom below it.
Hal was heavily oppressed by the
sense of ill impending.
CHAPTER VIII
Monday
They were in Evanston, on the edge
of Wyoming, at sunrise, with the fresh,
concentrated red and blue of the res¬
taurant’s neon tubes saluting the good
blue and red-gold of the crescent
morning. The restaurant was In full
blast, giving breakfast to two loads
of easthound bus travelers off to an
early start. And Rasputin had hardly
stopped before tiie Pulsiphers were
bustling toward the door, drawing the
others in their wake. Hal caught Bar¬
ry's wrist as she was passing and
kept her back.
Site didn't try to move away. Hal
said: “It's odd how sad—almost fore¬
boding—enchantment can be when it's
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going—off, away. My promise Is oyer
too—and I love you.”
Barry still looked out from the ab¬
rupt edge of the town as she said,
“The enchantment’ll never be over.”
“Barry,” said Hal, “think of this for
me today—before tonight. I must know
where I can find your husband. I will
know It if I have to follow you like
a dog—everywhere you go for years;
and I wdll see him. It’ll be so much
easier If you tell me. Tonight I shall
coine to ask you.”
Dully she said: “I’ll never tell you.
Don't you see I have to use every
cowardly thing I can think of to keep
my bargain—a bargain not to anyone
living, not to anyone you or I can taik
to or bribe or bully, but to some one
who is dead—my father? Don’t you
see that?”
“I don’t see It,” said Hal, quietly
secure. “Your father deceived you,
cheated you. This man he gave you to
Is not to be considered, except as an
animal In the way. If your father Is
anywhere now, he knows he cheated
you, and he’s paying for it until you
release him. If he's—not anywhere, it
doesn’t matter. It’s between us—no
one else.”
She tugged at her Held arm once,
not to get it from him but to make
a gesture of hopelessness. “It isn’t
that way: I know It isn’t that way,
Hal, and I have to live with myself.
I—”
“You don't,” Hal Interrupted In low¬
voiced authority. “You have to live
with me.”
She looked off Into the east, with
dark, sullen things trying to soil the
blue bravery of her eyes. Then she
turned calmly to film and said in husky
listlessness: “I’ll live with you, after
we get to Eos Angeles. For a week,
I’ll go with you somewhere and live
with you.”
He watched her level, heavy-lUlded
look of reproach without speaking,
waiting for her to show him a trace
of warmth behind It, waiting for her
to see In his eyes the strength she
would have later to meet and fall be¬
fore. “Not good enough, Barry,” he
said. “D’you think that after a week
I’d let you go—any sooner than I wfill
now ?”
“You might,” she said dully; and by
a quick turn of her head she evaded
the Issue his nnsmlllng eyes forced
upon iter. "Let’s go to breakfast.”
*••*•*•
As they ran out of Wyoming In the
dry, growing heat, Hal became more
uncomfortably aware of the division
In him, ns if there were two people
behind the Jiggling wooden wheel. One
was grown illogically grim In self-per¬
suasion of power, able to wipe off
sticking webs of weariness and premo¬
nition, but unable to turn where they
didn't touch and slick again. The
other was a light, unlntimate shell of
personality, with a saving nitnbleness
that effected talk and laughter with
Kerrigan, quick mourning for a mur¬
dered porcupine at the roadside, re¬
current pleasure In the twitching alert¬
ness, the busy running, of the fat-bel¬
lied gophers.
They were In Salt Lake City near
nine o’clock, and Mrs. Pulsipher said
it would be a wicked waste not to
be able to say they’d seen the Temple
while they were here. The avenue up
which they turned had clear water
running lavishly in both gutters; and
tail trees on either side.
“That's the Temple,” Mrs. Pulsi¬
pher said In sudden energy. “That's
the Temple, Mr. Kerrigan.”
They passed the stiff, gray facade
with Its tiers of arches. Hal thought
vividly of Crack, there behind him,
looking straight down the street that
would take them between the files of
tall trees, pleased In his private wait¬
ing, as if the trees were an omen for
him. After lunch, If Barry wouldn't
sit In front with him, Hal would have
Crack there—where he could look at
him, see his expression, talk to him,
and finish the narrow little guy’s alien
linkage with that undetermined sense
of ill.
They stopped for lunch In Fillmore,
halfway down the length of Utah, and
on Kerrigan's map tiie three hundred
odd remaining miles to I.as Vegas
looked long and savorless to Hal—to
he covered before night and his final,
imperious siege of Barry.
Crack, beside him, looked up from
Itis own scrutiny of the map and, with
a shy smile at Mrs. Pulsipher, said:
“I.as Vegas’ too far. We had plenty of
ridin’ today already.”
The insinuation, somehow, of plac¬
ing himself in assured opposition net¬
tled Hal like open Insolence, and he
dismissed all thought of the tedium in
pushing on. “You don’t have to drive.”
he said casually. “All you have to do Is
sit. If any of the ladles are tired, we’ll
stop ns soon as they want to.’’
Mrs. Pulsipher asked how far Las
Vegas was, and when Crack told her,
she looked grimly familiar with impo¬
sitions nnd supposed that if anybody
was in a great hurry, the others would
have to keep on, too.
“Who-who-who's in a hurry?” John
asked her out of sudden perplexity.
“Don't ask me,’’ said Mrs. Pulsipher.
"I am,” said Hal quietly.
Sister Anastasia, her faintly wor¬
ried eyes smiling a little at Hal, said:
“Because I asked, Mr. Ireland told me
we would be in Los Angeles tomorrow.
Per'aps he believes I must be there
then. It Is not necessary. It would be
better to stop this afternoon and rest.
We are all tired—Mr. Ireland espe¬
cially, I think.”
Hal denied It. but the nun’s gentle
diffidence persuaded Mrs. Pulsipher he
was showing a nobility which he cer¬
tainly hadn't room to feel. Then Ker¬
rigan pointed out that If they stopped
the night at Sain* George, at the bot¬
—
tom ftf Utah, there was little more
than four hundred miles left to Lo»
Angeles and they’d be there tomorrow
anyway. Hal glanced at Barry, saw
her remote In her own disturbing
thoughtfulness, and gave In. Even as
he spared a silent “D—n your little
meddling” for Crack’s gratified quiet
beside him, he knew he could not come
too quickly to the dispersal of those
clouds in the precious bravery of Bar¬
ry’s eyes.
The prospect of the short afternoon
lifted a gaiety in the car again; and
the presentiments of coming ill with¬
drew a little to wait for Hal just be¬
yond the fringes of sense. Barry was
in the front seat where he could make
sure of her clear, living reality when¬
ever the need touched him. And, with
Kerrigan cheerfully joining them from
behind, they welcomed together the
impersonal things of the route.
They talked about the good names,
and what the dickens you could do
with them besides taste them in your
mouth and your fancy: Spanish Fork,
on the road’behind; and from Kerri¬
gan’s map, Hurricane and Enterprise,
Gunlock and Solitude, Searchlight, Or
derville, and Antimony.
From the back seat John Pulsipher
wistfully ventured, “That's kinda beau¬
tiful out there”; and Mrs. Pulsipher
said, not quite so severely as she
might have, “If they think It’s pretty,
they can see it is without you telling
’em.”
“No harm sayln’ It,” said John gen¬
tly.
“No harm keepln’ quiet, either,” said
his wife.
“Why don't you then?” said John,
with the quick air of throwing a snow¬
ball and the h—1 with the conse¬
quences.
Before Mrs. Pulsipher could sum¬
mon a retort, the nun’s soft, reverent
voice said, “It is very beautiful.”
Hal made her say the words over
again In his head, not to find out how
their simplicity gave him valor, but to
feel the warm stimulant of that sim¬
ple gift, to fix In his heart new and
certain strength. In his importunate
assault upon Barry’s captivity he
would have Sister Anastasia’s blessing.
He had been a fool to let that fore¬
boding hour before dawn dog his In¬
fallibility so far through the bright
day. He was master of himself; he
was somehow master of beauty, of
events, of spaces even wider, clearer,
more superbly colored than the incred¬
ible nobilities that stood there defy¬
ing the sun. He could blend the sav¬
age temper of such a red, ancient cliff
with the pure, devout acquiescence of
Anastasia's heart, and make will an
Instrument to discipline his stars.
• » * • • • •
Hal, in helping the clerk up with the
luggage, made sure that Barry had a
room to herself. And after supper,
calm In his assurance of strength, he
didn’t bother her going upstairs with
Sister Anastasia. Later he would find
her, when the others were In bed and
the little hotel was quiet.
Through the plate-glass window—a
proscenium upon the street for the
rank of onk-and-leather rocking chairs
In the lobby—Kerrigan saw a “star” of
the screen, In a highly becoming ab¬
sent-mindedness about clothes, adver¬
tised outside the movie opposite.
“I could learn to love that little
girl,” said Kerrigan, a sparkle of pleas¬
ure In his eyes. “Go?”
The friendly shirt-sleeved man be¬
hind the ticket window advised them
to turn south Inside the door, because
the south aisle was cooler. Bo they
turned “south,” in a room not larger
than Frederick Ireland’s downtown
office; but it wasn’t appreciably cooler
and a slide blandly Informed them that
the “star” was coming next week. So
after half an hour of gangster rou¬
tine, they went to stroll in the gath¬
ered evening.
The wide, treeless main street of
Saint George still breathed heat; but
Hal pleasurably, almost proprletarily
recognized In it the relaxed grace that
American villages wear well, after
dusk.
"Ever drink?” said Kerrigan. “No—
I know you don’t want one; I can al¬
ways tell when a man’s going to ex¬
plain that he doesn’t feel like a drink,
and it always makes me a little sad.”
“It's so d—n hot,” said Ilal apolo¬
getically. “And besides—”
“Ah, yes, besides,” Kerrigan mur¬
mured. “What time’s your audience?”
“In a little while,’’ said Hal.
Saying that, and still sure of the
sharp Invincibility that armed him, he
yet felt the hollow, nervous emptiness
under his chest, tiie live, almost chill
suspense of the middle that eomes In
the Imminence of great possibilities,
lie drew breath, and It didn’t fill the
emptiness. He looked at his watch and
stopped, saying, “Now, I guess. Colonel
Bray for me a little, or drink at mo,
or something, will you?”
“I will, sir,” said Kerrigan gravely
"If you should want company later,
my door’ll be open and I sleep light
Night, sport—and luck.” It was as If
he also said, I wish to God I could
help you. And Hal was somehow odd¬
ly reluctant to leave him.
There was only one light In the lob
by, and the clerk was locking a drawer
at the desk. He looked up and said,
“Your name Ireland?”
“Y'es,” said Hal, over quick, re¬
pressed apprehension.
“Message for you,” said the clerk,
and handed him an envelope.
He thought he would have guessed
it was Barry's hand In any case—the
characters frank, large, and fearlessly
curved. “Hal,” he read: “There's no
good in It, truly. Everything yon say
will only hurt; and if It hurts more,
I shall die. Leave me alone, dear dar¬
ling, for both our sakes. Except to¬
morrow, In daylight—before It all bat
to end. Barry.”
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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