Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1931-01-16
,yer to bedecklng others. Not with.

world, old Tessault used proudly to
challenge. could boast so large a pub
lie as hers? For every frock that left
her wOrkrooms, millions were to cape
and admire. Nightly, as Tessault laid
her weary head upon her pillow, whole
ornaments of eyes were feasting on
the creative Vaccinations Of one Tes-
sault. The lean rack Of Tessault's
body had denied the caress Of the
sheer things she loved, but on the
other hand it had been granted her
to create them for others.
There was consolation In that, and
there was a sense of service. Tes-
sault had given happiness to count
less thousands, appeasing their eyes,
counteracting the daily DARKNESS of
life, Illuminating the screen with the
genius Of her desires.
And yet in the end that was not
sufficient. The suppressed, inhibitive
cravings of this bony, capable, grim
faced woman were to battle their way
to the surface.
When old Tessault was sixty-four,
to the stupefactiOn and hilarity of
young and rollicking Hollywood, the
incredible happened. An old man
named Renning Wyland, who had
made an enormous fortune in brand
of chewing tobacco. moved to the
West coast, built himself big marsh
mallow Moorish palace on crag
overlooking the Pacific, stocked his
garage with sixteen motor cars of an
imported make, bought up twenty city
blocks surrounding his estate, maneu.
vered to have a street named for him,
met, fell in love with, and married, all
within week, Anna Tessault.
1t was a ten-day wonder. 1t was
newspaper headline wonder. 1t was
West coast wonder.
And, strangely enough, they were
mated with a rightness that was i'm
peccable.
A maid and a bachelor, both Of
them a result of barren, Woodworking
lives, had come together In the twi-
light.
The girls for whom Tessault had
sewed throughout the years, lavished
her with gifts. The press Of the
West coast celebrated the nuptials of
the grim old pioneer.
Late, but not too late, Tessault
found herself confronted with the
precious assignment of designing and
creating her own trousseau and no
June bride ever went to her wedding
filmier or finer
Size was married In ivory satin, old
lace, and the beautiful children of
the beautiful people of the screen cast
California peoples before her long,
narrow feet as she strobe up the aisle
to the altar that had been erected in
rose garden.
The scent of orange blossoms
drenched the summer scene in sweet
ness; bridesmaids with famous screen
names formed semlclrcle In pastel
colOrings as the ceremony was in
toned.
Tessault was living reality that
far surpassed her years of dreams,
The Renning Wylands are living
out that twilight in the superb Sc
clusiOn Of an estate that runs parallel
to Wyand avenue. Old Tessault has
sold the business, although 1t still
bears her name.
There are those who say she has
gone rather queer She dresses so
Outlandishly. Day after day, as she
and her husband drive along the shin
ing bOulevards, or dine In the chic
public restaurants. Tessault appears
In tOilettes and costumes that snag
the eye. challenge the attention. More
than ever, she Is one Of the local
sights of the community. Instead OF
the drab old eagle, Tessault, still with
the old eagle face, appears now in cos
TIMES thirty years too young for her.
Bouffant frocks of the type she, her
self, would design for sweet eighteen.
Pastel little hats, audacious furs. Old
Tessault, at almost seventy, dressed
after the fashion Of eighteen. Bizarre,
exotic and almost ridiculous.
Yes, people say that old Tessault
has gone a little queer" Renning
Wyland. who loves her, knows bet
ter. Secretly, he deplcres her public
appearances in toIlettes that make
them both seem ridiculous, and yet,
neither by word nor manner, would
he have her know It.
Old Tessaut Is having her day.
More than anything else in the world,
Rennlng Wyland wants her to have 1t.
And so, together, they go through
the twilight a little rldIculously.