The Kennewick courier-reporter. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1914-1938, 1933-08-24

/ the words. But they brought no fur
Their recollections. Strange that q
song should remain when nothing
else did.
"Register?" asked the clerk. The
bellboy carrying her luggage had
led her to the desk. -.
She flushed. What should she
put down. Mrs. Drusilla Vance7
But she couldn't. She hesitated.
"Not-not yet" She turned to the
bellboy. stake care of my bags for
q few moments" she said, handing
him a dollar. 'rll be right back"
She had thought Of the long
mirror In the ladies' room. Surely
one good look at her face and fig
| ure would bring back something i'm
portant. She walked rapidly now,
feeling more hopeful. Wasn't there
something unconsciously directing
her? She fervently hoped so.
Then the face Of the only man
she knew flashed before her. The
man In the taxicab. Her reverie
| ended abruptly. She turned into
the ladies' room, saying fervently.
But oh-perhaps perhaps-after
all that man wasn't my husband"
Then she saw herself In the
mirror. And everything else faded
from her mind because though she
saw with relief that she was young
and pretty, that she was well
| dressed and had an air Of smart
ness, not one flicker came into her
mind Of any kind Of recollection.
! She could not even decide whether
she had ever seen herself before
or not. She stood and gazed and
gazed deep into her own eyes.
"Well, you'll know yourself the
next time you see yourself, Grille"
said a voice. "But If you haven't
anything to do for the rest of the
day would you let me take a crack
at that mirror for minute?"
She turned.
A girl was grinning at her. A
rakish dashing girl with lips lively
red.
Hello" she faltered. Perhaps
this girl was her friend.
"Move over, Cutie" The strang-
er's violet eyes were ringed with
mascara. Her pretty lids were
painted blue. SCOT something In my
eye and this is the only mirror I
can get close to-"
That's q shame" said the name
less girl sympathetically. She want
ed to shout. Do you know me-?
What's my name?
The new girl fished speck Of
black out of her eye. there.
That's that"
The nameless girl watched with
friendly eye. hoping that the new
comer's greeting had meant for
mer acquaintance. But the girl took
no further notice of her for the mo-
ment.
The nameless girl took off her
gloves to wash her hands. There
was the wedding ring again. She
thought: Wedding rings are usual
ly inscribed on the inside. She drew
1t Off and began to examine it.
She found the inscription:
N. L. v. to D. M. May 10th.
1892"
H. L. v. to D. Nj. The bride
groom would be Fl. L. v. And he
had given the ring to the bride,
D. NJ. And on their wedding day,
which was May 10, 1882.
She examined the ring wondering
ly. turning it in her fingers.
The other girl spoke again. This
time her voice held a note Of hui
morous sarcasm.
you're lucky that way, tool"
''LuckyY'
"Yeh! Got a wedding ring. I'm
/ that way, too." Her husky voice
/! grew more satirical. Lucky, lucky.
How do I get so lucky?"
"You don't sound as if you liked
| being married" The nameless girl
spoke disinterestedly.
do I look crazy?"
mot at all. Tell me-" The
nameless girl paused. She wanted
to ask If this laxative woman had
ever seen her before. But II was
hard to find the proper words. Such
question would seem very odd.
She fingered her ring thoughtfully.
/ May Nineteenth? She wondered
how long ago that was. do you
know the date today, by any
CHANGER" she asked finally.
do know the date? Ask me?"
II do ask you"
.She asks me. She asks me the
date. Ask me now If I can forget
it. The answer is no. No, can't.
Excuse me, Grille, for inflicting my
dismal personal life on you, but you
asked me the date. The date Is
der tag Get it-der tag!'
I'm afraid don't
"You wouldn't. It's just one of
those things"
"The day"
/ "The day say good-by to all this.