The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1936-06-18

life of happiness together. Marcia
was sitting on the edge of the bed
when the house phone rang. 1t
would be Bob, trying to make
atonement. Maybe she should let
him. After all, he didn't love any
one else any more than he loved
her No, she couldn't COM
promise. She was giving too much.
Love and marriage were some
thing sacred. She removed the re-
ceiver and placed it on the desk
so she wouldn't hear the repeated
clamor of the bell.
A few minutes later the out
side telephone rang. Marcia gazed
at it duly. Bob, apparently, had
gone outside the house, thinking
that his strategy would deceive
her. But perhaps he did love her
really and didn't know it . but
people knew when they did! She
mustn't be indecisive, foolish . &.
But she answered the telephone.
Marcia? Oh, my love. Pm
nearly crazy. What did you hear?
It must have sounded CHASTITY but
it was nothing but goodby. You
know that"
Eyes, l know. | was in a sentl-
mental mood, too"
She loved him. She wished he
would hang up. His voice was
tearing her heart, ripping it as
though it had been paper. A
brides heart should be whole. She
wasn't going to marry MIN. She
must remember that. She wasn't
sailing with him to England and
France on the tickets which were
part of her fathers wedding pres
emit. She wasn't living with him
forever-or at least until they
could afford a bigger place-in a
white clapboard house in Con-
necticut, whose awnings were
bright against a green hill. She
must do something quickly.
Lets skip it all, Bob" she
suggested. Il understand. I'll see
you later"
Marcia, you're an angel from
heaven! She caught his relief.
"Tell me later, darling" Her
voice was light, so light that she
knew the man who listened would
whistle in his shower as he
dressed for his wedding.
She must do something, go
somewhere, quickly - somewhere
so she could think things through
before it was too late.
Half an hour later a slim girl
in a rust frock and cape, banded
with dark fur, was ushered into
Wenda Andrews room. Wenda,
standing before the mirror, in a
green tulle frock that resembled
the white tulle one that was
spread out on Marcia'S bed, gave
an audible gasp.
Marcia, what in the world
are you doing running around
foot-loose?" As the rust-clad fig
ure sank YEARLY into chair, she
grew more puzzled. Marcia, hon
ey, have you forgotten that this
is your wedding night? The
handsome, debonair Robert is Civ
ing you his name"
Marcia motioned to the green
frock "Take it off, Wenda. You
won't be wearing it. There isn't
going to be "a wedding"
care you crazy? Is it a quar-
rel?"
mo. we'll still be concerned
about each others health when we
meet. We just aren't marrying
each other. Bob's love is parked
around in too many places. but
he was going to hang his hat IN
my house. That's all"
Wenda glanced at the clolsonne
clock on the dressing table and
pressed a button. "Quick, hot tea
lots of it," she told the maid:
Tell Carl to have the car ready:
Then she turned back to Marcia
and smiled. want to tell me
about it," 90
Marcia nodded. She made the
story brief but complete. SO
the weddings off, and you have
to 60 over to the house and tell
nv family. Tell them I'll call to-