Evening star., 1933-10-25

belied the sluggishneSS she AZ
fected You're a camel. 1 mean you
are the same way about sleep a camel
is about water You can take sleep or
leave it alone
Sue stimulating a yaWn Mathilda
cused you in order to get at the facts
In your denial.
Il turned in early enough" Sue
tagged the information onto the tail
of her yawn. Eleven or thereabout."
Fine hour for a girl who's hobbling
around on one leg. But that's not
where 1 got my idea about you and
camels. 1 was unconscious. as usual,
after 10 pm. 1t was wnen you started
tossing and turning and chirping to
yourself and bouncing out of bed for
water and switching your bed lamp on
and off that l knew you had something
on your mind beside that new Paris
bob"
L was restless-you know how you
are sometimes.
Restless is not the word I'd say fe-
veriSh. If it's that Hume huSSy worry
Ing you I'll go to her myself"
No, Matty, please. haven't even
thought of her, since last night" Sue
swung her feet over the side of the bed.
limped to the portfolio, peered through
at sea dimpling in the sun. Better
confide to Mathilda the amazing news.
Jeffrey Randall had asked her to be his
wife. Why? Not because he loved her,
or thought he loved her He had not
SO much as touched her hand.
How should she break the news to
Mathilda? Facetiously as great joke?
Or with crash, like bomb exploding.
Mathilda was sound. Her reaction
might well be the solution to the puz-
Zle. Sue was not sure she wanted it
solved. Such a fascinating puzzle with
which to play.
"Matty." she said evenly. brace your
self or you'll be bowled over. I've had
proposal of marriage"
"A proposal!" Mathilda was all in
tereSt. Some nice boy back home has
missed missed you enough to disregard cable
Wrong. It's-it's Jeffrey. Last night
he asked me to marry him
'He-What?" Mathilda did brace her
self against her two arms on the bed
Jeffrey Randall has asked me to be
his Wife
When? Where?" Mathilda could
do no more than gasp How did it
happen? Jeffrey Randall asked YOU
you must be dreaming. Maybe you
have fever. Maybe you hit your head
Iiic night VI llle Storm.
I'm perfectly all right My mind is
dear. Sue sat on the edge of her
own bed facing Mathilda. 1T sounds
just as fantastic to me as it does to
you. However, it's the truth jeff has
asked me to marry him"
"He-lOVeS you?'
"Of course not" Sue caught the
note of skepticism in the question.
HI e1ud he2 tafs he doe<nt know me
Maybe it's the love at first sight
that poets rave about"
Don't be dull. Matty" Sue balanced
warm mule on her toes. All know
is he was on the level-about the pro-
posal. I mean. There's a reason, of
course. I mean to know the reason. 1t
ought to be good
Yes, I judge there's a reason for a
young man like Jeffrey Randall taking
such a plunge. and it must be a good
one. But don't you go asking too many
questions-that is. if you care about
him, or if you think you ca. care about
him. He's nice boy. He can give you
everything you want-the things you've
been moaning about ever since re
started on this trip-travel and town
cars and tickets to the opera and pretty
clothes Mrs Jeffrey Randall won't
have to start pounding typewriters at
8 am. She can be pounding her ear
under silk covers
But, Matty. how dare hep" Sues
eyes were wide and bright. Its cave
man-seeing woman you want and
going for her"
Mathilda wagged a sage head.
mot quite" she said. I'm the first
place, he asked y6ur permission. In