The Waterbury Democrat., 1932-06-13
The Man Hunters BY MABEL McELLIOTT
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McELLIOTT
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to think he might leave the club before we reached him. That's finei When she put down the instrument she wore q look of feline satisfac-
 Denise ar5se and turned on a radio. cunningly secreted in an eighteenth century cabinet in one corner To the bhrbafic strain of 1azxsmusic she executed a few danc- Ing steps. Then she switched the dial until the music sounded in a lower key and returned to the tele- phone. She called a city number and, sat drumming lightly on the table as she waited.
 < 'T want to speak to Mir Robert Dunbar. she said. There was a brief pause while the speaker at the other end consulted someone. "He's registered there" cried De- mise impatientiy. His father only just spoke to him. A male voice came back regretfully.
 "Sorry, madam, but he's checked out. He said" and here there was another brief wait as though the speaker were referring to some memorandum before him, -'he said to tell anyone who called he was leaving to be married"
 Denise tore her chiffon handker- chief into strips. her eyes blazing.
 His fathers an old fooIr' she muttered. "He's got away from us!s'
 The church, was dark and old. There was about 1t none of the fevefish activity usually associated with wedding. There was no canopy nor was there a strip of crimson carpet. There were no flow CTS massed in nave or chancel. Nevertheless the little group await ing with hnshed expectancy the ar- rival of the bridal pair had about them. an air of tender excitement often absent from ceremonies boast ing greater pomp.
 Outside were the high winds and blue sky of one of springs more Benevolent days. A group of chat tering girls broke away from the door as the unseen organist began to finger the strains of the memor- able music. It was the Lohengrin march he was playing now, that tune which has always power to evoke memory and tears. The chat tering girls sobered and began. to straggle down the aisle. The clergy man, solemn in his yestments, came to the door of the anteroom to gaze anxiously toward the back of the church. The organist played softly. Not yet was he willing to break into the crashing chords which an- noufice the arrival of the bride.
 A tall, pleasant-faced girl pret- tiiy dressed in dove-gray was whis- pering to some friends in the third pew. They were, listening to her words with interest.
 You could have Iknocked me over with a featfier last night when she called! It. was about nine o. clock. knew they were thinking about it but I didn't know 1t was to b6aso soon."
 s'But. Rose' protested a small chubby damsel sentimentally, "I think this the incest way to be married--withoGt any fuss and sort of like a surprise party.D
 fase"I thought 1t was all off" put in another girl, nodding her head Her aunt told my mother yester- day afternoon that she was going down to the country to live and Susan would probably go with her w hOl GAAO SaAASA tO Suy DIV WA6 going to be married this afternoon I nearly passed out. What do you suppose happened to make them rush 1t so?"
 5 Rose smiled graphically. She thought now eagerly they all would bounce on the details she knew il she were indiscreet enough to rs. veal them. How Susan had decided the day before to give up Bob foi his own good. How sheshad chang. cd her mind. How Bob, goaded by his fathers interference and pur. suit. had deliberately seemed to fall in with the latter's plans for him oven to fbe extent of making an engaSeEneht for one o'clock to-day 1.-the hour of his wedding. All this Rose kept locked in her heart.
 THE END.