Brownsville herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1910-current, 1929-05-24
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Vivian Matthews, 20, Is looked
upon as a flat tire" in the younger
set of Bender, Kan. Found on the
doorstepS of Martha Matthews, an
old maid, when a small baby. she
knows nothing of her parents. This
has made her shy ana bitter. She
feels no one ever likes her because
she is a nobody" Wentworth Hill
man Johns III, scion of the towns
leading family, home after gradual
ing from Kansas university. passes
by the Matthews cottage and leases
Vivian about being the same little
Sally Sad Eye Sit by the Fire" He
~prescribes marriage for her and tells
her Aurelia DOVE" Jansen and her
mother are returning from Paris in
two weeks and that they are TO be
married. Later the thud of the
Times Democrat" on the porch
brings the startling headline: "Lo-
cal Belle WEEDS Rich Count"
CNOW GO ON WITH THE STORY)
Dovie Jansen-marriedl And half
an hour before she had talked with
Kent and he had not known. Sure
ly-there must be some mistake.
But as Vivian read on, her heart
seeming to pound one moment and
stop the next, she knew this story
was not Just q rurnor. That Dovie
had not troubled to cable Kent. But
that the hungry newswires had lick
ed up the story Of the unknown
American girl who had acquired a
title and cabled 1t to Bender. Vivian
read on:
The wedding of Count Won Pop
per and the pretty American heir
ess came as a complete surprise
to everyone-even themselves. 1t
was love at first sight. Friends de-
clare that the couple could not
have met more than a week ago"
Vivian. aching with sympathy for
Kent, read the last of the story
through tears:
This is indeed a surprise to Ben
deries as the engagement of Miss
Jansen, now the Countess Won Pop
per, and Wentworth Hillman Johns,
scion Of our oldest family. vas an
nounced but a few weeks ago. Miss
Jansen and her mother were to re-
turn to Bender in a few weeks. at
which time the wedding was to take
place. Mr.. Johns could not be
reached at his home this afternoon.
where 1t wa said he vas gone away
for the day"
He had been on his way home.
then. when he stopped at the gate
to talk with her. Happy and care
free-so sure of himself and his flu
ture. Like a big, overgrown boy.
What would he do now? IL seemed
utterly impossible to Vivian that
any woman In the world could help
loving Kent Johns. That D0vie jan
sen would place a title before Kent
and his love
IL must have been half an hour
that Vivian had laid with her head
buried in her pillow, crying softly,
when she heard a strange noise.
Rattle, Scrape-high, lowl There
Is no description but 1t was a hui
man voice-Singing. Or trying to.
She ran to the window and leaned
out. 1t came TO her now quite clear
ly:
"A gypsy has no addres-heilo,
hello, hello"
Then gratingly, high. low. squeak
squawkI
Fish don't perspire, hello, hello.
hello"
Pat Sullivanl Patricia Sullivan
was home. Vivian leaned far out
the window. her tears forgotten.
and her voice taking up the silly
little doggeerel.
You can't milk an oyster-hello,
hello. hello"
Then with leaps and bounds she
was down the stairs and half way
across the lot that separated the
two cottages. With silly, girlish
screams the two girls threw them
selves into each others arms.
Pat Sullivan you little divil."
@Vivian Matthews you little divil
~y0urselfl"
Vivian, almost a head taller than
Pat, swung her around and held her
at arms length:
pat Sullivan why didn't you let
a fellow know you were coming
homel Shocking me like this after
four years"
Pat with her arm around Vivian
led her To the porch swing.
wanted 70 surprise you. Why