Henderson daily dispatch., 1936-09-10
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CHAPTER A.

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UNCONSCIOUSLY, Gay shiv
cred in spite of the furnace-lik'
heat of the fiat, as she re-reaC
Christian Scott's proposal:
my Dear Gay:
After long and earnest delib-
Grafton on my part for the well
fare and happiness of both of
us, have decided to ask you to
do me the honor of becoming my
wife.
I realize the disparity in our
ages, but trust that other con-
Eiderations will offset that dis
advantage. Besides, a man IS
only as old as he feels, so the
saying goes, and I am in prime
mental and physical condition.
During some delightful eve
nings in your company, have
satisfied myself that we have
many tastes in common-books,
friends, travel.
Business and family duties
have given me little leisure be-
fore, but as you already know,
with Elizabeth's marriage, I now
have time for the trip around
the world that i have always
planned for a well-earned vaca-
ton. I can think of no more
enjoyable companion for that
journey and above all, the jour-
ney together through life, than
yourself, my dear Gay.
AS you may have discovered
! am rather old-fashioned and
sentimental in some respects. If
you accept my humble self, will
you wear corsage of my favor
lite white roses and forget-me-
nots, at Mark Vance's exhibit
ton?
I am informed that the yacht
will return us in time for that
interesting event.
Trusting that you are enjoy
ing your usual state of health,
Believe me, ever faithfully,
CHRISTIAN SCOTT"
When Gay slid into her seat il
the coupe, Mark started away in
stantly. His eyes on the conges
ton Of traffic ahead, he asked
lightly, Inherit a fortune or get {
proposal ?"
Gay shot him a startled glance
Whatever made you ask that"
He laughed. 1--WE artists ar,
psychic, if you know what
mean. We have a sixth-sensew
He said no more, and Gay wa
glad of the friendly silence that fel
between them. It lasted, for tn,
most part, during the simple blu
excellent dinner in a small Italian
restaurant tucked away, tw,
flights up, in what had once been
dignified residence on East Gran,
boulevard.
In the swift drive across tn
Belle Isle bridge, Mark broke tn
silence only to exclaim his appre
citation of the beauty of the light
and shadows on the river. Whe,
he had parked the car at the hea
of the island for the necessary in
terval before their swim, and GAY
dreamy-eyed, was watching a hug
freighter move placidly down tn
river, Mark broke into speech wit
startling unexpectedness.
He spoke of Charlotte. How he
on the very bottom rung of til
ladder of art, had met her at a
ultra-exclusive Long Island hous
party, given by college FRIEND
She was an heiress; popular de
butante. He was an outsider
asked at the last moment, to fl
in.
A case of love at first sight wit
the artist and the society girl, jus
like a romance from the 'Metrop
oils magazine. Mark made tn
quick, queer twist Of his mout
that always made Gay smile, an
rambled on. A whirlwind court
ship, with plenty of family opposi
ton, and a crazy boy-and-gir
lelopement. But had either of then
ever regretted it, even for an in
slant? No, by the Lord!
Mark expelled deep lungful O
air. He'd tell the cock-eyed worl,
It was one swell marriage. An,
why? The answer was plain a.
the nose on your face.
Because Charlotte played tn,
game like the wonderful sport sh,
was! She had married q strug
Cling artist, so she had made her