Night After Night Page #4

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It's a good thing you didn't | try to pull any stuff with me.

A very lonesome man.

Why, he's just a drunk.

Well, can't a drunk | be lonesome?

Yeah, he can be. I never | thought of it that way.

Well, think of it next time | before you throw somebody out.

It's no fun being lonesome, | Mr. Proprietor.

What's the matter, | are you lonesome?

Who isn't?

So that's it. | So what's it?

You had me guessin', | the way you come here alone.

Really?

Look. If you're lonesome, | I won't bother you, see?

I mean, if you're just lonesome, I | can't make you any ''unlonesomer.''

Get me? | Yes, I get you.

What I mean is, | if there's anything else,

if you're in wrong, | maybe I can, uh-

You'd rush to my rescue. | Yeah, that's what I mean.

For instance, | what could you do?

Well, when you put it like that, I | guess there's just one thing, I suppose.

If you need money, I mean | - That's very gallant of you.

No, there's another thing. If | there was any guy troubling you-

More gallant still.

Well, what do you say? I'll | say you're very gracious.

No, I don't want your money, mister, uh | - What is your name?

Anton. | Mr. Anton.

I don't want your money, and I | don't want anyone hit on the head.

That wouldn't solve | my problem.

You won't tell me about it? | It wouldn't interest you.

But it might interest you | to know why I come here. Why?

I used to live here. | You did?

I was born here.

Yeah? | When was that?

About sixty years ago.

Oh! At least it seems that long.

What's your name? | Healy.

Miss? | Um-hmm.

Well, well. It must | look plenty different.

It does.

How would you like to | see the house? I would.

Now? | Not now.

Well, well.

Oh, hello!

Hello. | This is Mr. Anton.

How are you, Mr. Bolton? Hello,Joe.

Well, pardon me. Will, | uh, will you excuse me?

I might like to see the house | later. Come back, will you?

You bet. | Pardon me, Mr. Bolton.

Well, how do you do? | And how are you?

The end of a three-day | search, that's how I am.

I even had detectives looking for | you. I had to do some thinking.

Evidently, you had to do something. | I'll tell you all about it.

My ears are yours. Maybe | that's all you want of me.

That's what I had | to find out.

Look, Dick, something happened | when I said I'd marry you.

You left and I was going | to bed, remember? I do.

Well, | I didn't go to bed.

I just told the man of | my choice that I was his.

Why didn't my heart leap?

Not a little?

Then the years fell away | and I was a girl again.

The first thing I knew, | I was here.

I got dressed | and came over here.

But why here?

This was my home | when I was that girl.

Oh. Oh, yes.

So I made believe | I was her again,

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