Evening star., 1934-07-22
Accidents Happen
By Susan B. AAer1m
One of The Star Magazines
FirSt-Run Stories.
First-Run Stories.

always be wearing ties that don't match
your suits"
You're talking as if we were getting
divorced Aren't you still married to me?
Don't you like being my wife?'
For the moment, Peter" Margery agreed
imperturbably; "but, you know, accidents
happenl"
Peter spluttered Peter ragged helplessly,
until he ran out of breath. Then he asked
for the salad dressing.
Mundane" murmured Margery. But it's
all right long you understand. only
wanted to tell you so that you won't be too
upset if I eliminate myself suddenly whea /
think the time has
Peter put down his knife and fork
"Margery, darling" he muttered thickly;
haven't you gone far enough? Because, if
you don't stop pretty soon, I'll simply have to
give you terrific kissing public not
Peter" Margery purred contentedly; thank
goodness you're sincere"
Ugh" coughed Peter. unpacified.
That" continued Margery composedly, is
all. But don't forget, Peter, will you?'
Certainly not" shouted Peter infinitely
leved to have the discussion overland as
promptly as he had promised apparently dis
missed the whole matter from his mind.
DUT not so, Margery. There had been Some-
- thing so eager in the girls expression when
she had gimpsed Peter. And why had Peter
not felt like mentioning her name? Why had
he been so embarrassed about acknowledging
her a client of his Office? There is nothing
disgraceful about giving advice to pretty
women, when they come knocking with letters
of introduction from one of the best firms in
New York Especially when they so at
tractive, and clearly able to pay for the
advice given
That, at least, Margery tried to intimate to
Connie Sampson when some days later, Con-
raSo tad ptIff fno uirI to Maru fho
street in Burlingame.
Mrs. Prescott Thurston is my new neigh
bor.' Connie informed Margery. Out Of
decency I went to call her. She tells
she is here for the Winter; possibly longer"
Really murmured Margery noncomittally.
why" said Connie breathlessly; apparently
she doesn't know a soul. She's eating her
heart out from loneliness; but once she gets
started I'll bet there's no stopping her. The
afternoon 1 called she was wearing velvet tea
gown that absolute knockout. Peter"
suggested Connie trif1e maliciously. seemed
to think so, too. He dropped in for cocktail
on his way home from golf. Naturally she
didn't realize We knew each other and intro
duced him to me right away as her lawyer.
had to leave him in possessioni"
Margery caught her breath. So that was
where Peter had been the night he missed his
train after golf.
NAYS passed. The blossoms on the acacia
- trees turned from yellow to brown, while
the eucalyptus leaves drifted down and were
burned fragrantly in little piles along the white
California roadSideS
Margery didn't ask how often Peter covered
the highway between San Francisco and
Burlingame as the Autumn wore away to Win
ter. Instinctively. however, she knew that
Peter seeing Mrs. Prescott Thurston.
Peter restless. Peter was depressed He
would come into Margery'S room while she
sewed, read sat before her dressing table
adding the last touch to her costume and
would drift about silently ghost.
Why don't you tell me what's your mind,
Peter?" she asked finally.
Il wonder you'd understand" muttered
Peter without raising his eyes. yet, I've
thought often of asking your advice"
You mean" began Margery, trying to
still the beating of her heart; you mean YOU
want to-to consult me?"
Consult me when you're on the point of pick
ing your second wife, Margery had bantered
gayly that day weeks ago in the restaurant,
and Peter had laughed and promised. Now
Peter wasn't laughing.
Exactly" exclaimed Peter. He raised a
brown fist and let it fall emphatically ON the
arm of the chaise lounge Il want your help.
The dickens Of 1t is, I haven't the right
to ask it,"
Not the right? What right didn't Peter
have? Hadn't Margery given Peter every right
a woman can give man? Every right per-
hapS except the right to deceive?
oh" whispered Margery toneessly
''You see" Peter went on intent upon his
own ideas he had wit to see her stricken
face; you see, shes so awfully much alone,
and after ALL she's nothing but kid To get
perspective she ought to be with other
people; go about, live normally. You under
stand don't you?"
At the entrance to the Golden Gate a liner
whistled sonorously. YES" said Margery duly.