He knew that it was silly
to keep that stony silence, but he kept telling himself that if
Cash wanted to talk, he had a tongue, and it was not tied.
Besides, Cash had registered pretty plainly his intentions and
his wishes when he excluded Bud from his supper.
It was a foolish quarrel, but it was that kind of foolish
quarrel which is very apt to harden into a lasting one.
CHAPTER TWELVE. MARIE TAKES A DESPERATE CHANCE
Domestic wrecks may be a subject taboo in polite conversation,
but Joe De Barr was not excessively polite, and he had, moreover,
a very likely hope that Marie would yet choose to regard him with
more favor than she had shown in the past. He did not chance to
see her at once, but as soon as his work would permit he made it
a point to meet her. He went about it with beautiful directness.
He made bold to call her up on "long distance" from San
Francisco, told her that he would be in San Jose that night, and
invited her to a show.
Marie accepted without enthusiasm--and her listlessness was
not lost over forty miles of telephone wire. Enough of it seeped
to Joe's ears to make him twist his mustache quite furiously when
he came out of the telephone booth. If she was still stuck on
that fellow Bud, and couldn't see anybody else, it was high time
she was told a few things about him.
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