The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1928-08-31
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CHAPTER VIII
CLOWLY Valerie slipped the ring
~ from her finger.
"EAre, Monty" she said. "Tads
right. Thank you just the same"
She took Tad's arm.
you know, Monty, I'm crazy
about diamonds. But I'm crazy
about this big boy, too. And he's
an awful bad actor Monty"
Valerie was carrying a delicate
situation with nerve. Tad thought
he had never seen her SO adorable
before. She extended her slim hand.
"Goodby. then, old dear. We'd
love to have you come to the we'd
ding. wouldn't We Tad? And the
reception, too It's only for bur very
best friends-but we'd adore having
you. Wouldn't we, Tad?"
"Delighted,' nurmured Tad, icily.
They were shaking hands, Lord
Montford and Valerie
so sorry" he told her, that 1
shant be able to. But you'll look
me up when you run over to Lon
don? And remember me to your
charming mother. So curious to
have seen you again. Cheerio."
Damn clown!" thought Tad,
and tugged a little at Yalerie's
arm.
Outside she turned on him.
well, Tad Thorne, I don't know
whether l want to kiss you, or slap
you You big idiot, you!sYou dar-
ling old thing"
you know was right, Valerie
Yes, of course. That's why I'm
SO sore about it. You're always
right. And I'm always wrong. But,
Taddy, that was a peach of a ring
I'll never have another like it."
She sounded very wistful.
you're q little imp, Val. Don't
you know it would make an awful
sinp out of me, to have you wear
ing a ring like that, from another
nan?"
"Oh, I suppose So" she agreed,
Out that isn't my fault, is it?"
He looked at her sharply
NO" he agreed quietly, 1T isn't.
Bat you don't have to marry me,
you know, Val, if you don't want
to-"
Don't be fool" she admon-
ished him saucily. "You know I do"
THREE days later they were mar
Il ried. Valerie wore her misty
pink" and carried roses of a deeper
shade. She seemed more like
fairy princess than a bride, and
looked as though she had risen from
the heart of rose.
Her veil beloved about her like
clouds at sunrise, and every one
whispered as they always do at
weddings" Isn't she the lovelies+.
bride you ever saw"
Tad seemed very serious and
little pale, as he bent tender1y' over
his exquisite wife, is curly chest
nut hair was CRAVING at the temples,
and though he was less boyish, he
appeared very handsome. Morning
clothes and silk hats make soma
men grotesque and others magnifi-
cent. Tad was the Apollo type.
Mrs. Thorne hustled around, tell
ing every one, Il haven't lost son
I've gained a daughter
But her cheer was all assumed.
For the wedding she had discard
ed her heavy black, and worn a
gown of lavender georgette. The
following week she would be quito
conscious stricken about it, fearing
that people would talk. Sybil had
chung stubbornly to black, because
she knew that Valerie disliked the
idea
Her dress was of black satin.
swathed about her 1.-the little figure,
and her skirt was draped and
caught at the hip. She wore a
large black milan, faced with flesh
georgette, and pink pearls that
Craig had given her.
Some people said she was lovelier
than the bride. Craig thought her
infinitely more beautiful.
CYBIL had been dreadfully dis
- contented that spring. But mel
ancholy, which usually makes wom-
en- unattractive, had softened her,
and tinged her expression wistfully.
{ Like most women. she needed an
,chorage desperately. Forlornly she
chung to Craig Wanting, and not
wanting him. She had asked him
Ito tell no one of their engagement.
In that way, she felt that she had
left a sort of loophole.
Now she studied hiin critically,
as he stood at the altar, waiting for
THE bridegroom. He caught her
glance, and smiled at her with his
eyeS.
He was really very handsome, she
reflected, and remembered, with
quiet humor, bit of her mothers
Ihomely advice-"A girl could go
lot further and fare worse"
! Here comes the bride!"
The little organ in the loft was
booming exultantly. And Valerie,
on her fathers arm, marched down
the aisle. Eyes downcast, arms full
of roses. and a big. white prayer
Ibock in her little hands.
She looked like nun, devout and
pure. Tad. coming from the vestry,
had joined Craig. All other eyes
were for Valerie, but SYPHILIS dwelt
compassionately on her brother
Poor Taddy. Poor little devil
=. If she's not good to you, III
fix her!"
Valerie was making the responses.
Clear and sweet her voice rang
through the church. Sybil had