Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1924-04-26
Who Stole the Bride? And Why?
The Niq11t of the Wedding
By C. N and A. M. WILLIAMSON
Authors of 1.-THE Lightning Conductor" and other fasc
,+. Mating rOmances of mystery and lore
Copyright. 1924 Public Ledger Company
By C. N. and A. M. WHLIAMSO

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place a more commonplace English
man, taken suddenly Ill. Anyhow,
it was a charmingly sentimental
IDEA, and Haste appreciated 1t as
Eve and he touched hands across
a crystal bowl Of red roses.
They had had coffee together
there, rather than move and break
the dream Of their first dinner as
Captain and Mrs. Haste" Yet
neither had smoked, as the long
drawn out excitement Of the we'd
ding day had given Eve a headache.
Cigarettes had been left on the table.
however, by the wonderful Marianti
and his British assistants, and now
the girl waved her hand at the
silver box as she jumped up.
"Stay and smoke, Ken, and drink
any horrid stun you like" she COM
manded. TN going to the music
room to play you something special"
But Ken was on his feet with no
intention of letting her go.
I'll come with you, my beauty, II
you don't mind" he exclaimed. I
don't care a hang whether I smoke
or not. All I want is to be with
YOU"
ooh, I do mind" she argued. BE
cause, you see, l want history to re-
peat itself.
surely you remember what hap
pened the first night we met-just
before We met"
Don't II" said Haste. "Rawdon
Wells got your aunt to invite ME to
dinner so 1 could meet you. l had
ninety-six hours leave"
Yes! You crossed over to London.
And Aunt Jean and were on leave
too, doing a rest cure from what
we called our war work'-as Miss
Gillett would say. And the Ritz
seemed the most divine place, though
my wedding breakfast there. / didn't
hear Sir Don bring you into Aunt
jeans sittingroom, because 1 was
singing. And then you two were
alone, for Aunt Jean had been TAX
ing a nap or something. sang
calmly on, and-you thought I had
i nice voice."
so nice that well, you know
the rest"
you said to Sir Don, is that an
angel or a girl? Because If it's a
girl I've got to marry her."
That's what said. And he said
poor old bean.--T hope I'm going
to do that Yet here we are tonight,
starting our honeymoon in his
house"
Perhaps he doesn't mind so much
now, or he wouldn't have wanted to
lend it to u.s." Evie consoled her
sensitive husband. But let's not
talk of him, or think of him either.
III think of you as l, sing. You'll
think of me as You smoke. And
Wen both think of each other. 1t
will be like that first night of our
meeting, only a hundred times bet
ter. because you did marry that
On this plea. Ken had to let her
go. He held open the door and
watched the delicate. slim figure in
white, with wing-like sleeves of
tulle, float into the MUSHROOM ad-
joining. Wen, leave both doors
open so you can hear ME. These
walls are thicker than at the Ritz"
Eve threw him a glance over her
bare shoulder, and disappeared.
Haste went reluctantly back into
the dining room. and still more re-
luctantly flung himself down in the
chair he had lately deserted. The
image of his adored girl was so
clear to his mind, that it was as If
she still sat opposite him, her little
elbow on the table.
The thought Of her dazzled him
that she should be his wife.
Evelyn Carroll was q very impor-
tant heiress, but that wasn't part of
the dazzling thought. 1t could have
been so only for a cold FLOODED man.
ana Kennedy Haste was far from
being cold blooded. 1t was her
SHINING hair with all it's gold brown
waves he thought of, her flower fine
dn I'll
her hair look yellow by contrast !:
the sweet mouth which seemed
never to be twice the same; and her
dear, delicious ways. That trick of
hers when you first met her, before
you knew what she really was. of
pretending to be just a silly young
KnoWnothing; then, sudden up-
ward glance and n few words drop-
ped as if inadvertently, which
showed what u clever darling she
was.
All. She had begun to sing. Her
voice was sweet as honey, warm as
young love. and sad as Destiny.
Haste had half mechanically lit a
cigarette, but as he listened he let
the newly kindled spark die out. No
WONDER ne had said that thing about
her to Rawdon.
back. with Eve appearing to him for
the first time, in the doorway be-
tween two rooms, he ceased to see
ner image In the opposite chair. He
was staring across the table at the
door which. by EWES request, had
been left open. Some one appeared
IN the doorway just as Eve had an
peared that night in London. hut
THIS wasn't Eve. Eve had stoned
singing; just when. Haste was not
her. Aoieo'
Why, Pam" he exclaimed, SPRING
ing up. Good heavens, dear child
what brings you here?"
girl came into the room. She
n mas very young. Her short dress
and the quaint little turban tbo1
htted closely on the bobbed darr
mar made her look almost a child.