The Waterbury Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1917-1946, 1935-06-24
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By Mabel McElIiott

SYNOPSIS

i KATHARINE STRYKHURST,
no and beautiful, allows her emo.
lions to rule when SHE lnarrics
{ MICHAEL HEATHEROE, young
Z riding instructor who comes into
! n title and fortune. katharine's
father Is rich and her stepmother
Is snobblsh.
/ The night following his mar
rlage Michael Is injured In n traf
nc accident and when he regains
+ consciousness his memory Is line
: paired. He forgets the marriage.
/ Katharine, unaware of this, be.
+ Iieycs he has deserted her. She
plans to leave for New Mexico
and her friend, VIOLET MER.
SER, agrees 10 engage n lawyer
In her absence to arrange an an
nulment of the marriage.
DIR. JOHN KAYE, an old
friend, sees Katharine of on her
trip. He tells her he has always
loved her.
SALLY MOON, who has snar-
ed Michael into u sort of engage.
ment, plans for their wedding,
unaware of Michacl's marriage
70 Katharine. Meanwhile Katha.
rinc, I'm New Mexico, finds some
peace from her hurt, but still
thinks of Michael.
CHAPTER XXXv1I
Sally was trying on her wedding
dress. The soft autumn air lifted
the heavy net curtains. There were
brown leaves blowing against the
windows.
"oh-oo--!" said Annabel Mat
thias, coming In from late
breakfast, her negligee wrapped
tightly around her. 1--WE heard
it's bad luck to try It all on to-
gether, Sally. Don't you Think"
Nonsense" cried Sally, turn
ing on one heel and pirouetting
with q satisfied backward glance
at the image reflected In the long
mirror set In the bathroom door.
"How could II be bad luck now,
with the wedding tomorrow and
the rehearsal tonight? BY the
way. has Joe gone to the golf
club? Because l want to have
an early dinner. We're going
over to the church Mt s o'clock.
Daddy Is being 80 silly about It q
secret, although his darned old
election was yesterday and he got
in, as usual"
Annabel, mystihed at this in
volvement. promptly said, so, and
Sally had to explain, with some
impatience.
"He didn't want anyone to
know about the wedding before
hand, so the local storekeepers
wouldn't get down on him. You
see, bought all my things In
the city - naturally. And 30 the
invitations all so out by hand this
morning."
II see," said Annabel who
didn't at all and who thought the
whole thing sounded ''craZy if
you ask me-" She was to conhde
this information later to her stall
wart Joseph, who would agree
half-heartedly.
Annabel was big, rosy girl of
- with blond hair which she
cooled neatly at the nape OF her
rather short neck. She had
bright, small eyes and hearty
laugh. Sally hated her rather
cordially and loathed the idea of
having her cousin as bridesmaid.
OF course Annabel would be n
foil for her own petite brunei
looks. That was one consolation.
TITS very pretty" said Annabel
presently OF the silver and white
dress with It's demurely cut neck
and flowing sleeves. "But don't |
you think It's just q bit tight?"
Sally, who insisted on having all |
her frocks fitted so that the
''melted poured into.it" look |
would BIO definitely stressed, frown.
Cd.
mot at ALL" she said. Annabel, |
and accepting the hint,
trailed her negligoe out OF the door |
and said she guessed she'd go and |
do her nails. Privately she thought |
that IN her blue moussoline do
sole chow old fashioned that |
soundod!) she would far outshine
the bride.
Sally fingered, hating to take
Oft the frock. She had designed |
II herself. She was intoxicated |
with her own appearance. A pity |
she couldn't call up some Of the |
Photographers OF the big city |
papers, 30 that they could print her |
picture In the rotogravure sections |
later. She might take a chance
and call them just before dinner.
Her father surely couldn't expect |
TO keep an important event like
this wedding a secret forever. lie
was just being stuffy about iti
She tried a number OF express
sions In the glass. Perhaps demure-
moss would be best OF oil. She
smiled at herself, drawing her red
lips carefully back from her teeth
as movie stars did. The effect,
she thought, vas enchanting. She
would smile that way for her pho
togrSpns. II she hadn't been marry
ing Michael tLord Garden, al
though he said II was nonsense
and didn't like the notlon) she
might have Como into pictures.
Someone had said once she was the
Sylvia Sidney type. Or was II Janet
Gaynor?
Sne caIleu 10 frleuh, the mousse
maid. to help her out of the we'd
ding dress. And had Frieda tele-
phoned to Isabel at the beauty shop
to come and do her hair at four?
Well, that was all right then.
The plump German girl giggled
over the fastenings. ia, 1t was a
pretty dress all right. ia, Miss
Sally looked goot in It!
Sally frowned over the clumsy
fingers, fumbling at the snappers
and hooks. When she was Lady
Garden she would have a French
maid to go in and out with piles of
frilled undertakings. to answer the
telephone. to say, Eyes. Madame"
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