The spectator., 1920-08-10
tilted
By CRAWFORD LUTTRELL

S~~~~>~~s~~~~~~~~~> Go. 1920. by Mcclure Newspaper syndicate)
 She felt as if all the blood in her slim young body were pounding in her ears. You mean-you mean that you don't love me any more?" she found voice to question.
 'I didn't say that" he defended sternly. "What I did say was that l think 1t would be better to postpone the wedding for few months"
 She nervOusly jerked his ring from her finger with a cold little hand that shook no harder than her heart. II hate you" she said stormily. She tossed his ring on little table that stood between theih.
 Think it over, Anne" he said, ig- noring the glistening circlet that he had slipped on her quivering finger one enchanted night. He picked up his hat to go. I'll be back in day or two when We have had time intelli- gently to think the matter over and your anger has cooled"
 ''As if it ever could p she calculated scathingly. Il never want to see you again as long as 1 live"
 She ran up the steps, her sharp lit tie heels clicking ominously on the pol ished stairs.
 Bob Raymond shook his head sadly and opened and closed the screen door with hand that was not quite steady. He fingered for moment, then, head up. walked briskly down the shrub lined driveway.
 Upstairs. prone on her dimity GOV choking back dry sobs.
 When at last the tears came. warm and merciful, they seemed to submerge her intolerably aching heart until 1t grew numb, insenSible to the waves of pain that rolled through her tortured body. Bob had tilted her. She would never be able to hold up her head again. Everybody would talk. Even when she was placid, sour old maid, people would remember and tell their children and their children's children all about her humiliating eXperince.
 Suddenly her wandering thoughts focused into a resolution. She would not tell anybody about it for two days. At the end of that time she would have assembled her rousseau which was about complete, and she would leave a letter announcing that 1t was impossible for her to marry Bob, that she was going away and that they would hear from her again soon. She would draw enough money out of the < bahk IT. ID aWp t1yJKork somewhere. 0est oA shes S1bf know how to - " h1ae efld but girls in stOfies frequently went away from home and made great successes in business. What had been done could be done. Bob would be left to answer all embarrassing questions.
 Accordingly she appeared at the luncheon table in such high spirits that her family grew suspicious. Bob must have brought good news this morning when he came over here so carly" said her mother curlouSly.
 Annes heart missed beat at that Bob always brings good news" she <. said, and tried to make it sound as if she meant it. And the news he brought had broken her heart!
 There was a tennis tournament on that afternoon at the Country club. Bob was one of the star players. So Anne opened her closet door and took from its shrouding wrappings one of the handsomest of her rousseau gowns ;t -l, wore wide brimmed, dropping white = georgette hat that made her look six teen instead of twenty-two.
 To her inquiring mother she ex- plained that so many visitors were eX- pected at the club that day, she had decided to wear something especially pretty.
 Out to the court went Anne, her pretty face glowing and dimpling un- der a four-cornered rose-colored para sol that made diStracting bit of beauty against the green grass.
 She was with crowd of girls who were to have been her bridesmaids, and when by chance they encountered Bob with an out-of.town man Anne was so much the engaged girl that nobody could have suspected the truth about that distressing scene that had been staged only that morning.
 IntroductiOns over, the out-0f-tOwn man eagerly took the parasol from her hand. Passing on with him. she looked over her shoulder to say to the bewildered vision in white duck and ha ftarod uhita hat t.I am SIra that