Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1935-07-07
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ence watched, stilled for once. When
it was over the circle closed in again,
chatteringly congratulatory. They
were gay, testing. To Paul they
wished, "All kinds O. luck, Of boy, Of
boy. OIL boy!" and enhanced it with
a resounding thwack on the shoulder
blades.
On the steps they were photo
graphed by couple Of Star pho
tographers, who appeared mysteriously
from nowhere. Finally escaping, they
gained the roadster and were whisked
away by Bud. Carol and Puny fol-
lowed in a large sedan filled. with
fellow-musicians, who had signified
loudly their intention of seeing the
honeymooners safely on board their
train.
In the vast, lofty waiting room the
self-appointed Embarkation Commit
tee gathered about the newlyweds and
Wed with one another in enlightening
the bride concerning the many sterling
qualities of the superman whom she
had married. They painted him in
godly colors; man Of countless
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abilities; man with future, surely.
A furry of excitement was created
by the arrival of a belated member
of the Bunton ensemble, whose flushed,
bespectacled face was almost bisected
by grin. He bore a huge box of
chocolates which he presented to Ina
with gallant flourish and an ex-
travagant and Well-rehearSed burst OF
eloquence. The rest of the orchestra,
co-donors. cheered fervently. There
was never a dull moment until train
time.
The gate opened and there was a
surge toward it. Paul grasped the
bags, caught his brides hand and
said cheerfully, Come on, Toots. On
our way"
A chorus of voices followed them
through the door, and Puny delivered
a parting shot. Hey, Romeo" he
shouted. TRY and remember you're
married now-if you CAM"
Through the narrow portal, guarded
by red-capped gateman, they hur-
ried down the iron stairs leading to
! the train Sheds Paul carrying the
bags, Ina tripping along at his side.
They strove to appear unconcerned
in the throngs hurrying toward the
cars awaiting below, but each was
conscious of an almost uncomfortable
yelling of suppressed excitement. In
the press of fellow travellers on the
dark platform, Ina tucked her hand
under Paul's elbow, and his every fiber
| responded to the touch of her fingers
with a delicious sensation of protec-
tiveness. He felt large-capable Of
anything.
At the Pullman steps Paul sur
rendered his luggage to the white
coated porter and helped the girl on
board as if she were priceless china.
"Lohengrin, he said, reading the
name on the car door. "How's that
for break, honey?" He grinned like
a schoolboy.
Ina flashed him an answering smile
Her eyes danced
Crazy" she chided. But her tone
was vibrant.
Soon after they were settled in their
sections the train started, but neither
could have told just when they began
10 move. The wheels beneath clicked
over switches, thudded over crossings,
and long strings of cars, sometimes
terminating in a kissing locomotive,
clanked by the windows, all unno-
ticed. The two in the seat were
absorbed only in each other Often
they laughed together and there were
times when they sat silently, their
expressions rapt.
Paul" said Ina suddenly She
held his hand and interlaced her
fingers between his. "Puny doesn't
like me. I'm sorry"
PaupS eyes sought the window, and
a tiny line appeared between his
brows. Then he smiled at her re-
assuringly.
Just his way, honey. He's like
that with everybody. Gets kick out
Of seeing people squirm. He doesn't
mean anything by it. When we were
kids he used to go to school an hour
early just to break the chalk on the
blackboards."
He laughed and patted her hand.
He raised the devil about me get
ting married." he chuckled. "You
see, Bud and usually let him have
his way, and he's got to the point
where he really believes he does our
thinking for us. He didn't like it
when I started going with you be-
cause it interfered with plans he made
for us. He likes to be consulted and
in this-I dared to proceed on my
own. And is he burned up-oh, OIL"
He laughed again. Don't fret
about him, honey" he went on. "Just
return smoker for sheer and in the
due course of time he'll be buyin
red wagons for our babies"
The train roared through a viaduct
and drowned her reply.
The Paul Machanellos of Kansas
City leaned on the parapet of the
roof garden and watched the mys-
ferrous. blinking lights far out over
the expanse of water that doomed
darkly to seward. Stories below, the
surf traced irregular white lines along
the beach in front of the hotel. They
stood close together. Ina's bare arm
against her husbands immaculate
shoulder, the fresh breeze tanning
their hair. Behind them, through the
tubbed palm trees, cleaned the lights
along the balcony, glinting on polished
tableware, tinting the white napery
in soft colors from their shades
Black-clad walters went briskly back
and forth, or lowering attentively near
merry supper parties who alternated
between their tables and the dance
space within the wide French win
dowS. A small orchestra played en-
Enthusiastically from among the ported