Evening star., 1933-01-15

In spite of her acute misery Alison could no.
tice that the young woman who approached
one Violet Madrill-took possession of George
with amazing GOODNESS and assurance. And ALI
son found herself dancing with a seuli-bald
gentleman who breathed heavily in her ear.
Thus in the estimation Of its hostess the din
ner for the Townc-Farrell wedding party was
not an unqualified success.
1T is sad, when one is young to feel that ones
! life is ruined. Alison lay in bed till quite
late On the morrow, morosely contemplating
the prospect of Bermuda And the Russian
situation.
MRS. Featherstone entered her daughters
bed room from breakfast and telephone CONVEX
sations; and Alison had bad half hour with
the good woman. For Mrs Featherstone had
it on good authority that George Nelson's en-
gagement to Violet Madrill would be announced
soon
Only once did Alison, defensiVely fiat on her
back, rally sufficiently to speak. "Just who is
Violet Madrill?"
Her mother groped for adequate expression.
She's a shameless, notorious woman!" she
finally gasped. I'm surprised that Isabel in
cluded her in the bridal party. And to think
that last night we entertained-that--"
Viper" Alison suggested. "Yes-I agree to
everything. If you want to quietly drown me
L
sorrow"
The wedding at $50, was a nightmare.
Violet Madrin was exquisite in cream-colored
velvet, and George Nelson positively. drooled
whenever he looked her way; and everybody
else stared at Alison as if their hearts bled for
her. 1t all seemed so absurd; the slow, elab-
crate fashion parade, the time-honored details
of a church wedding.
The triumph Of Mendelssohn's Wedding
fha into fhp
and groom started gayly down the aisle. And
as Alison followed promptly with the semi-baid
gentleman who breathed heavily her eye fell
full upon man whose face stood out from
hundreds of other faces. The bridesmaid in
sea-green came to dead stop Her escort
spoke nervously, breathed desperately.
For moment it seemed as if the laggard
bridesmaid would fall into line and proceed
with decorum. But it was not to be so. With
superhuman> courage Alison slipped from the
procession; and to the horror of several hun
dred spectators, stumbled over row of shocked
people until she bent accusingly over young
man with red hair and startled green eyes.
You" she began. It thought you were In
South America"
Some one laughed nervously.
IF you'll get off my feet, we may make the
tail end of the parade" said the red-hatred
man.
OehCeTouSly ana Win ml0 apologies the Two
stepped over the line Of guests in time to bring
up the rear of the recessional.
II appreciate your attentions" murmured the
man who wasn't en- route to South America.
His eyes were challenging did you mean"
I've been hating you," the bridesmaid IN sea-
green informed him.
so you came to me-to tell me thatl"
In the foyer they were caught in vast
whirlpool of well-dressed humanity; but after
struggle Alison and her escort pushed through
the canopied aisle and into waiting machine.
Il am George Nelson's second cousin" offered
the red-haired man, as the car crept cautiously
into sea of trafic
"Oh-so you" Alison laughed shakily.
How very Interestingly" And then more Sc
dately, May inquire about-the princessP,
Since she found it bewildering looking directly
at her escort who was awe-inspiring and~not
at all honnely in afternoon attire, she fixed her
gaze on the back Of the chaudeur's head
1T was the wreck that upset my plans" The