The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-06-25
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BY Mabel MeEIIiott



KATHARINE STRYkHURST,
10 ana beautiful, allows her emo.
tlons 10 rule when she marrles
MICHAEL HEATHEROE, young
riding instructor who comes into
a title and fortune. katharine's
father Is rich and her stepmother
A snobbish.
The night following his mar.
rlage Michael Is injured In n
traffic accident and when no re-
gains consciousness his memory
Is impaired. He Sorgcts the mar.
riagc, Katharine, unaware OF this
believes he has deserted her. She
nlnns to leave for New Mexico
and her friend, VIOLET MER-
SER, agrees 10 engage n lawyer
In her absence TO arrange an an
nulmCnt of the marriage.
DIR. JOHN KAYE, an old
friend, scs Katharine OF on her
"trip. He tells her he has always
loved her.
SALLY MOON, who has snar-
ed Michael into sort of en-.
Ragement, plans for their wed.
ding, unaware OF MiChAcps mar.
rtngc to Katharine. Suddenly
during n rehearsal OF the ccre-
mony Michael RECEIVERS his men.
CRY.
CHAPTER XX%VIIT
Michael dashed out into the
quiet street. Dusk had fallen
half an hour before. There was
the scent of bonflres In the dark
ness. A moon hung, poised uncer-
tainly over the church steeple.
There were clouds,
Hatless, he found himself run
ming down the road. IL someone
came out of the church yard and
watched him go he was unaware of
It. He swerved around n corner,
was lost to sight.
His heart was pounding in his
breast like n mad thing. The words
Annabel had said so carelessly and
jauntily were echoing In his brain.
~ take thee for bet
A veil had been torn from his
eyes. He was seeing clearly now
for the first time In weeks. In
this new dream there was slim,
fair-hairod girl with eyes that
burned deeply, darkly blue. In the
dream she put her hand In his.
She said the words Annabel had
said, but with q difference.
II, Katharine :"
How could he, for one, single In
slant, have forgotten herP He must
have been half-mad.
A roadster, careenlng on two
wheels, shot down the road and
went around corner. Michael,
in the shadow OF the hedge,
watched II go. Sally's car. But
o-morrow--why, good God, tomor-
row no was supposed to marry
Sally In that very church from
which no had just fed? And who
was Sally but poutlng stranger
What a frightful mess!
Lucky for him this revelation
had come on his wedding eve In
stead OF his wedding night. Sally
would have to know. He could
imagine her rage, and, manlike,
blanched at the thought. II would
have 10 be got through somehow.
He could face IL, with tho thought
OF Katharine to sustain him.
His heart lifted ut the bare no.
Hon. Katharine -- his wife! But
where had she been all these
What had she been think
Ing of him?
II he went homo now Sally would
be certain to find him. Later to-
night no would face II. but Just
now tho important thing was to
learn about Katharine.
He strobe along toward the Mer-
scr house. That dark-haired
woman who had looked at him so
oddly the other day; she was
friend. She would tell
him what he wished to know.
Tho house was In darkness exc
nept for glimmor of light In the
servants wing. Michael knocked,
and stout, colored woman In q
striped dress came TO the door.
Mrs. Mcrser was In the city, she
said. She would not be back until
late.
Michael went back TO the village
and called tho Strykhurst house
from a pay station. A warm Irish
voice informed him that Miss
was In the west. Did the
gentleman caro- to speak to Mrs.
Bertine's lofty accents. "rhis is
Mrs. Strykhurst. Who Is It call
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