Evening star., 1934-01-08
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sitting leaning against Simmons. He
was holding her hand. Charity moved
her eyes to look at Doug and saw tnat
| he was looking straight ahead with set
| laws, his face wooden and white.
Now that It was all over, she wanted
to fall asleep and never wake up. 1t
seemed 1t had been weeks since she
had closed her eyes. Simmons noted
her pallor-and his heart ached in SYM
pathy for her. The poor girl had been .
brick to go through such q damnable
Some one had to speak some time
50 the lawyer broke the silence with an
ATTEMPT to be jovial:
your plans. Doug?"
Doug turned to Charity. Lets ditch
the town house and go out to the Long
Island place for a few days"
1t was strange-but Charity had not
thought of any plans beyond the cere-
mony She smiled tiredly That's
quite all right with me. It's SO warm
now-like Summer"
It'll be great out there now" SIM
mons said enthusiastically. Drop me
off at the Office and Ill see you soon."
Simmons felt as though thousand
years had fallen of his shoulders when
disappeared from the sight of the bride
and groom. But when Doug and Char
ity found themselves alone both of them
were in panic. Suddenly Doug sat up.
Lets 60 right out to Long Island
now. The house Is ready. Dad always
keeps housekeeper out there. We can
have our things sent out"
Charity nodded with relief. That
will be all right. My bags are all
packed at the Secretaries and Stenog-
raphers' Club"
It would be relief to get cut to the
country to hide away for a few days
while she got her bearings-and while
she and Doug got acquainted. They
were really total strangers. Sometimes
Charity was sure she must dreaming
the whole affair was SO crazy and i'm
possible.
Rambling, incoherent thoughts chased
themselves through her brain as they
rode along through the warm May sun
shine. 1t was impossible that she,
Charity Jones Of Riverdale. Iowa, was
now Mrs. Douglas Brookhart Temple.
Sd. And 1t was still more impossible
that she had millions. That never
again would she have to worry about
money. That anything in the world
her heart desired she might buy. But
could she? Where did one buy happi-
ness? Would she ever be able to find
out?
Dougs thoughts were of Yanner. He
could see her, sitting heartbrokenly on
his wedding day, wondering how life
could be so unkind. OF course, 1t
wouldn't be for long. Soon he would
find a way out of this crazy situation
and be able to divorce Charity and
marry her.
He pictured Yanner on her wedding
day-and how different things would
have been were it Yanner sitting beside
him in her bridal gown. Yanner beside
him, sweet and desirable.
His eyes were cloSed-and 1t was sew
eral minutes before he opened them to
look at Charity. She was lying back
against the cushions seemingly asleep.
There was something indescribably
pathetic about the white face in repose.
For the first time he took good look
at her-and for the first time he forgot
himself and his own misery and Won
dered If she, too, might be suffering.
Her face looked 1t.
Charity's bridal outfit was blue silk
suit A sort of Chinese blue. Doug re-
membered that he'd never seen her in
anything but blue. He wondered why;
1t certainly wasn't her color Her skin
was too white-her face too thin. He
wondered. being an artist. what she
would look like In gay c0lors. Would 1t
bring out anything hidden in her looks?
Surely any woman could dress to suit
her type and be little attractive.
Charity's hair. he noted. was curled
for her wedding. Waved-in too close
waves. She had too much hair. any
way. A great bunch of it in bun
down her neck. Too much hair was
unbecoming to any girl. He had found
out when they got their marriage
license that she was only "a. She
looked 80. 1t might be her hats that
aged her The turban she was wearing
was too far down on her face
Suddenly Charity opened her ewes
and saw Doug staring at her. The color
spread to the roots of her hair.
(To Be Continued)