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HE DAY TIME STOPPED MOVING By BRADNER BUCKNER All Dave Miller wanted to do was commit suicide in peace. He tried, but the things that happened after hed pulled the trigger were all wrong. Like everyone standing around like statues. No St. Peter, no pearly gate, no pitchforks or halos. He might just as well have saved the bullet Dave Miller would never have done it, had he been in his right mind. TheMillers were not a melancholy stock, hardly the sort of people youexpect to read about in the morning paper who have taken their lives thenight before. But Dave Miller was drunkabominably, roaringly soandthe barrel of the big revolver, as he stood against the sink, made aring of coldness against his right temple. Dawn was beginning to stain the frosty kitchen dows. In the faintlight, the letter lay a gray square against the drainboard tiles. Withthe melodramatic gesture of the very drunk, Miller had scrawled acrossthe envelope: This is why I did it Illustration: Dave Miller pushed with all his strength, but the girlwas as unmovable as Gibraltar. He had found Helens letter in the envelope when he staggered into theirbedroom fifteen minutes agoat a quarter after five. As had frequentlyhappened during the past year, hed come home from the store a littlelate . .. About twelve hours late, in fact. And this time Helen had donewhat she had long threatened to do. She had left him. The letter was brief, containing a world of heartbreak and broken hopes. I dont mind having to scrimp, Dave. No woman minds that if she feelsshe is really helping her husband over a rough spot. When business wentbad a year ago, I told you I was ready to help in any way I could. Butyou havent let me. You quit fighting when things got difficult, and putin all your money and energy on liquor and horses and cards. I couldstand being married to a drunkard, Dave, but not to a coward . .. So she was trying to show him. But Miller told himself hed show herinstead. Coward, eh? Maybe this would teach her a lesson Hell of a lotof help shed been Nag at him every time he took a drink. Holler bloodymurder when he put twentyfive bucks on a horse, with a chance to makefive hundred. What man wouldnt do those things? His drug store was on the skids. Could he be blamed for drinking alittle too much, if alcohol dissolved the morbid vapors of his mind?

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