The Washington times., 1930-08-25

ago. A trailing black lace gown
would help to give that effect.
she thought. and though it
made her taller, by eInphasiz
ing her slimness, it failed in
the effect she had hoped for.
In reality, Cathie had never
looked more young and appeal
ing than when she walked into
the drawing room that night,
her delicately modelled neck and
arms milk-white against the
black Of her gown, her light
brown hair, FURNISHED from
brusi1ings at Marguerite's
hands, curling into long. glitter.
ing waves that framed her
\ small, lovely face.
The Vaughans came first,
Mr.. Vaughan with his old
world, gallant politeneSs, Mrs.
Vaughan frankly interested in
nothing but finding the most
comfortable chair. Having Sc.
lected 1t she relapSed into
comfortable dreaminess. her
nauve panne velvet skirt crawl
ing steadily upward in front,
disclosing black shiny kid high
laced shoes, and white stock
ings.
Late Arrival
Then Mrs. Willoughby. far
too attractive for a woman Of
her age, Cathie thought resent
fully. with her high coloring.
her curly brown hair, her
creamy shoulders and the am
ber-tinted taffeta gown.
Where's Moore? Isn't the
boy here yet?" old Mrs.
Vaughan came out Of her
trance to ask in o shaking
treble.
Upstairs. dressing. He ar
rived late" Cathie said, and
then she added. she didn't know
why: None Of us has seen him
yet"
"Oh!" said Mrs. Willoughby,
and Cathie thought there was q
look Of amusement in her long.
greenisl1 eyes.
When he did come, somewhat
older, more unapproachable
than she had remembered, In
the dinner jacket, greetings and
tntr0d ductionS and the an
nouncement Of dinner came too
fast for them to have any word
together. At the table he sat
at Catl1ie'S left hand, eand she
found herself feverishly post
poning the talk that sooner or
later they must have. But at
last old Mrs. Vaughan, on her
other side, turned to Mrs. VIII
loughby and Cathie let her eyes
turn. ever so slightly, to her
left.
Moore was watching her. his
dark eyes twinkling.
And seeing him so near, So
so like he was before Cathie'S
heart sank. It was going to
be worse than she thought.
Il think I'll hang out my
single and be a fortune teller"
he was saying.
Happy Day.
"And Wny?" Bllt Cathie
knew. Oh, she knew.
Why? Don't you remember?
The day we met, and you went
taxi riding with me, and
"Oh, yes. Yes, Of course.
Surely you don't think I've for
gotten. It was the most event
full day Of my life!" she cried
in a rush, remembering some
thing somebody had told her
long ago-"tell the truth in q
loud voice if you don't want 1t
known and nobody will be-
Iieve it."
But he only smiled again. "I
knew you hadn't forgotten it.
1t would have been too mean of
you,, after I've cherished that
red lacquer tray you gave
me-"
"You haven't kept It'll"
Absolutely. It's my most
cherished possession. And did
you keep my candy?"
"No-no-"
THE faithlesSness Of womenl"
They were looking into each
others eyes, laughing easily,
effortlessly, the way they had
on that never-to-be-forgotten
April day.
you haven't changed"
Neither have you"
Warmth, radiance engulfed
Cathie. She saw herself in his
eyes. young. lovely romantic In
the candle light. She had for
gotten the dinner party, for.
gotten her husband, forgotten
everything but the dark, laugh
ing man at her side.
AS If from a long distance
they heard Mrs. Willoughby's
voice, challenging, barbed with
Scornful amusement:
Gordon, dear, / ASKED how
long business would keep you
in town."
CONTINUED Tomorrow
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