The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1934-05-18
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fall from the trapeze Madeline
oranges for her to be taken te
Grandfather Siddals farm to re.
euperate. To please her partne,
Donna. pretends to be Madeline
! She falls in love with Bill Siddal
Me- leline's cousin, and though
she is ashamed Of deceiving Bill
and Grandfather she is afraid tc
tell the truth.
| Meanwhile Madeline marie.
Con David, animal trainer with
the circus, and although terrified
of the lions and tigers takes part
in the animal act.
Mrs. Planter. the housekeepel
on the farm, is hostile to Donna
Bill asks Donna to marry him
NOW co ON WITH THE STORY
CHAPTER Xxx
| Donna's wedding day.! The sun
shone in an almost cloudless sky.
The air was crisp and cool after
several sultry weeks. A robin,
singing in a catalpa tree outside
her bedroom window, awakened
| Donna and she stretched lazily,
then lay in a dreamy, pleasant
half-stupor letting her thoughts
wander over all that had taken
place that summer and consider
ing the roseate future ahead.
She was glad that she had not
told Bill anything about how she
and Madeline had exchanged
Identities. There would be moth
ing now to mar the beauty of her
wedding day. Come what would
afterward, today she and Bill
would be blissfully happy. Hap
pier far, Donna felt, than she or
anyone else deserved to be.
+. She looked at the clock on her
dressing table and was amazed to
find that it was after $50. How
had she ever come to sleep so
late? What consideration had
prompted Mrs. Planter not to call
her?
Of course she had lain awake
very late the night before. Ear
lier in the evening she and Bill
had sat on the river bank, their
hands interlocked, until the dew
had made shoes and clothing
damp and uncomfortable. Then,
under a brilliant moon, they had
strolled SLOWLY back to the house.
There they had chung together in
a good night kiss that was like a
farewell.
"Never again, sweetheart" Bill
had whispered. "This is the last
time we'll ever part"
The wedding was to take place
at ~ o'clock. Only Grandfather
Siddal and Mrs. Morgan, the min
ister's wife. besides the Reverend
Morgan himself were to be pres
ent. Mrs. Planter had laughed
noiselessiv when she had been in
formed there was to be no we'd
ding breakfast and no guests.
''Not that | expected to be in
vited. Ny land, no! Even if ]
lived here for five years l amt
anything more'n a servant to
Madeline. I'd like to know what
Amos Siddal would have done
without me while that girl was
galivantin' around the world"
Minnie Jones helped Donna
dress. Shortly after Donna had
eaten breakfast consisting Of
little moro then coffee, Minnie
arrived, fearful and excited. She
shampooed Donna's hair, raving
over the CLINT of gold in the cop
ncr waves, regretted that the
bride was not to wear a veil and
trailing satin dress, but Creek
oned" pink chiffon and white
leghorn hat trimmed in wild
roses were Just "too sweet"
From the living room window
Mrs. Planter watched the trio de-
mart - Grandfather in an old
Prince Albert coat he insisted
upon wearing Though the seams
were green with agel since ne
had worn it at Madeline's faith
er's wedding: Bill in new suit
of gray tweed; and Donna, look
ing lovelier than ever in the shell
pink chiffon with tiny puffed
sleeves and innumerabie ruffles
on the skirt.
The housekeeper turned away
from the window. her lips set
more tightly, if possible, than
usual. She told Minnie to "shut
up and go on home" Then she
went upstairs to the room she
had occupied since coming to the
farm over five years before. Her
ambition to marry Amos Siddal
and annex his property was dead
and her heart was filled with
rancor and gall.
Of course that young upstart
would send her packing. Shed
known all along that Madeline
Siddal had no use for her.. Might
as we'll start packing now as any
time.
Mrs. Planter dragged her old
camel-back trunk down from the
attic and took out the upper tray.
The first thing she saw was the
cigar box. containing her most
cherished possessions; a lock OF
Nub's hair when his curis had
been cut, a tintypc of the late
Mr.. Planter. a bit of her wedding
cake Ca gray rock now sea
she'll picked up beside Lake
Michigan The only time Mrs.