Evening star., 1935-06-02
/ Magazine Section
In Love
by VIRGINIA DALE
ILXV yHAr does anything matter"
Allan Arnold whispered.
wv except that we love each
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II know That S the way feel Oh Allan"
She felt his hand close firmly over hers. He
was Just enough taller than she: the top of her
srlooth little head came exactly to his
shoulder. She never felt so satisfactorily small
and young as when they stood side by side
like this
He said softly, Then, my sweet, you
simply must tell your husband Tonight"
"Tonight2 Oh, but Allan -"
His eyes darkened. IF you love me.
Dorothy -
You know do
How could she help Could anyone? From
the first minute she had seen him at AIMS
cocktail party three months ago there had
been, we'll. something. Everyone had been so
excited to see real English actor standing
nonchalantly about like anyone else. No, not
like anyone else! That very nonchaance set
him apart. And his clothes fitted so beauti-
fully. He had clipped British accent and,
even with his ncorruptible poise. a boyish
eagerness that was charming. They were all
buzzing about him. Did you see him in
'Toys'?. -. They say he's going to Hollywood.
:. Isn't he too attractive" Even the few
men eyed him respectfully.
He made his way casually to Dorothy five
minutes after she came in. The girls teased her
about it afterwards. Lucky for you Martin
wasn't there. Husbands are queer about good
looking young men," Beneath their teasing
she could read an envy that made her feel
both young and stimulated.
Dorothy" his voice broke into the twilight
now of her long drawing room, I'VE simply
can't go on like this Why put off telling him9
Or shall ~"
"Oh, no. will. It's only - we'll, you see.
dear, suppose Martin still sort of loves me-
We've been married seven years." she ended
weakly.
"He - lore?" Allan threw out his hands in
that quick, boyish gesture she loved. MY
sweet, he loves his cement business if you like.
I'm not saying anything against him." he
said, with an air of being honorable and fair.
Its just not in some men to make women of
first Importance as they should be-"
That. Dorothy thought. with bitterness
that comforted her, was true about Martin.
He just took her for granted. Certainly he'd
rather lose her than his business She went
over to the window that looked down on
Park Avenue. Allan went to her.
Precious, tell me: has he ever made you
wildly happy? Like wine and fire and musc2
Have you ever been madly gay with him?"
This was like play, unreal and enchanting.
Its what life is meant to be-" she told her
self, land l nearly missed knowing. It's what
every woman wants. Who could blame me?'
She looked up at him. "Oh, Allan" she
murmured Would he always be like this?
"You know, I'm twenty-six," she said in a
small, thin voice. Il want to be absolutely
honest with you" She couldn't help feeling
brave and honest and commendable as she
confessed that.
You're babe in the wood. Promise me,
darling, you'll always stay just this young"
In the electric stiffness they heard the tinkle
of silver from the dining room. Nora setting
the table.
~ must hop it," Allan said, quite loudly
and politely.
His going would leave her desolate.
Allan" she decided suddenly, definitely.
"I'll tell him tonight Right after dinner"
One had a right to happiness. Wine and fire
and music, Allan had said. She switched on
the table lamp for Nora S sake and none too
soon. They heard Martins key in the hall
door and then the door samming. With
quirk of his left eyebrow, Allan indicated the
hall. They strolled over and saw Martin
getting out of his overcoat.