The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1934-01-04

I earth.
"Here comes the. -" The old
women outside could hear the
music. They were humming to
themselves. They'd wait till she
came out. 1t wasn't every day
you saw such a swell wedding.
Gave you something to think
about.
Derek Bliss, rather like a faun
in morning clothes, well-tailored
faun with stormy dark brows and
eyes flashing amber lightnings,
stood waiting for his bride. Derek,
who was everything that was emf
nently correct, from his college to
his clubs, but who hadn't as much
money as the Hotaling clan
thought Lila might expect. Net
that Lila's people were rich-far
from it-but they had tradition
of money in their house. All the
Hotaling women had expensive
tastes and INDUCED them. Lila's
father had died three years ago,
exhausted from the strain.
Gypsy had been sorry she
couldn't go to Lila's wedding.
They had met, down on the Cape,
every summer, in childhood.
Gypsy's Morell grandmother and
Lila'S had been friends. To the
rambling old houses on the bleach
ed shore they had gone summer
after summer. Of course, their
lives, back home, had run along
entirely different lines. Gypsy'S
lawyer father made just enough
money to feed, clothe and house
his brood.
Nothing was left over for ex-
pensive private schools, in Gypsy's
childhood. while Lila had of
course experienced what is known
as "the best" in that quarter. Lila
I had even had a year in Paris,
when she was 10, while Gypsy's
first college year had been cut
short by mothers operation.
Gypsy had come home, just a tri-
file subdued. to keep house and
manage Clytie, somewhat sketch
lily and see that the twins washed
behind the ears. While Lila had
come out in state. had been pre-
scented at court in train and
! three feathers, had learned the
language of the smart world.
1t was during Gypsy's year at
the settlement house (she hal
managed a course in kindergar-
tening in the year following her
mothers convalescence) that the
two girls had renewed their &C
quaintanceship. Lila, beautiful in
furs. had rushed into the shabby
brick establishment one Novem-
Der afternoon.
"My dear, I couldn't get away
earlier. Am I late?" The other
Junior Leaguers gabbled frantic
ally. Lila had looked up to see
the young secretary, neat and
plain in her dark blue frock, star
ing at her.
"My dear. isn't it. it's never
Gypsy Morell" >.- ..
They had seen each other rather
often, as. often as Lila's heavy
calendar of engagements would
permit, that winter. And now
Lila was married on the same day
as Gypsy. My dear. wasn't that
Just the most romantic thing?
Lila wasn't thinking of Gypsy
at the moment, however. She was
occupied with herself, her train,
her BOUQUET. Derek looked rather
sweet, didn't he. He was rather
a lad,-a bit of lamb, that boy.
Yes, it was pity he hadn't more
money. but she, Lila, would soon
see to it he got more of it. That
was a wife's job.
Her expression was soulful, but
she was thinking of things mum
dane. Had Uncle Win remember
ed to order the champagne? Had
Derek really wangled the biggest
suite on the Empire? She want
ed it. She. meant to travel in
state. The other two times she
had crossed, with Aunt Phoebe,
she had had muggy little cabin on
C deck. No more of that, thank
you!
" :. l. Lila, take thee, Derek
| 1t was funny, but weddings