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"But please .

Dr. Darsell... let me explain. . . " I pleased.

Turning again Dr. Darsell pointed a very long and menacing fore- finger at me, and said: “I would appreciate it very much if you left this house immediately, and did not return. I am not willing to converse with you further."

Words cannot describe how I felt at these harsh words. There wasn't anything that I could do but obey him, as it was his house and his teen- age daughter. As I turned to leave, Deborah spoke. “He can keep you from here, but he can't make me stop loving you."

If I had any consolation, it was these sweet words. With a heart about to break, I walked away, thinking of the wonderful times we had had together.

As I moped about the house that evening she called briefly and cheered me up a little. "Gene darling. I do love you. We'll get married . . . don't worry . . . I promise you that I would and I shall no matter what. Somehow, and in some way we will get around daddy and his orders. When I think of something I will let you know."

There wasn't much I could say except "I love you." Her Dad sounded pretty definite. The breakup was terrible on my morale in school, my personal outlook on things, and just about all that is important. Only at school could we be together, and then it was a poor substitute for our many hours of close companionship. Once in a great while, we would be together at the corner drugstore for a soda or ice cream.

After several months of this part time courting we met in the drug. store one evening and Deborah was visibly excited as we sat beside one another in the last booth.

"Gene"

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she said, bubbling over "I've finally come up with the we can be together again!"

"How can we .what do you mean? Has your dad changed his mind about us?" I asked in wonder.

"No!", she answered. "Daddy is as hard-headed as ever, but I've figured out a way we can get around him.”