The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1936-06-29
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On her wedding day Marcia
Cunningham hears her fianee,
Bob Haskell, telling one of the
bridesmaids, Sylvia, that he loves
her but can't afford to marry her
Marcia, hurt and bewildered,
sails alone or the trip that was to
have been honeymoon. On the
shin she meets Phillip kirkby, en-
eineer. Phil is going to Paris to
ask Camilla Howe, to whom he has
been devoted for years, to marry
him. IN
In Paris Marcia meets Camilla.
Bob arrives and the four 60 about
together frequently.
At a night club they meet
Rosita, a dancer, srd Pierre, Il
yigo!o. Some flashlight photo
graphs are made. Later Pierre
and Rosita, using the photographs,
try to biackmail Marcia, demand
ing $4,000 francs.
Marcia confides in Camilla, Bob
and Phil. The men confront
Pierre and secure the photographs
and films
Phil announces he is leaving
next morning on a bicycle trip.
Marcia says goodby. Later, I'M
able to sleep, she goes downstairs
and encounters Phil. They step
into a corner cafe and see Camilla
and Bob seated at table.
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CHAPTER Y
Marcia's first reaction, as she
saw the intimacy of that corner
table where Bob and Camilla sat-
was relief. Once upon a time,
such a brief time, too she would
have experienced a swift, hurting
nanp because Bob had chosen an
other. Not tonight. The spell was
broken. Bob was gay and hand
some. tender and devoted. per-
hans. in his way. But that was
not enough. He wasn't a tower
of courage. a pillar OF strength
all those strange. old-faShloned
pbrases at which she had smiled
so brightly such q little time ago;
She no longer respected him, ana {
without respect. love was syn /
thetic. never real. ,
She led the way to the table; I
sat down. chatted gally. ordered /;
hot milk and toasted waters. all /
the time aware OF 4 new mae T,
pendence that was like lovely !
releasing tide. Because she was .
free, her gray eyes were, softer !
tho color in her cheeks was ,
brighter. and the man who so soon /
was 70 90 back to the Pampa5 !
noticed these things. He was !
aware. too. that her hair outShone /
the reddiSh-gold of the silk frock !
She wore and her hands were slim
and white against the dark WOOD .
of the bare table at which they
sat. He wondered. suddenly. what
those hands would do with a lew
wards of cretOnne. frying pan: (
and a coffee pot. Then he smiled !
cynically because 10 had thought J
of that. He did not interpret her
vivacity in terms of rehet-no' !
she was exerting herself because
she loved Bob, and Bob had been
found with Camilla. !
Phil did not think. either, that
Bob had any special interest IN
Camilla. Rather. he believed, that |
Narcia's ex-fiance was revertlng
to the feline trick of arouSmg
jealousy. The cad, Bob should
be trounced. and he'd like to do
il Marcia was responding, Phil
decided little bitterly. Well, ne
himself would be out Of all this
tomorrow. He would be alone
and the free winds would blow
away the confusion. In little
while now ne would be back IN a
mans world-a mans world, true
that was rather empty without a
woman. He would not pro
nose to Camilla again. He had
been mistaken. He might have
felt some impulse. though, on the |
basis of his years of devotion If |
tonight hadn't given him a new
perspective. Camilla, ne reasoned, !
who cared nothing for Bob and
knew that the man mattered to |
Marcia, shouldn't have accepted a |
late invitation from Bob. Oh the !
devil
Excuse me. all of you, won't |
you? Pm getting off at dawn so |
! think I'll turn in
He left abruptly. Five minutes
later Marcia said. I'm getting
sleepy, too. I'll see you in the |
morning."
wait a minute or two. Wen !
go along" Bob said, but Marcia !
shook her head.
81 might get awake and | don't !
like to lie and count white sheep. |
Good night, Marcia Goodby.
Bob"
Marcia saw Phil off the next |
morning-saw him off in a gray |
dawn and felt like crying because |
he was going away.
Marcia, you were grand to get !
up and say gOOdby to me-" he
said. blue eyes warm and strong
hands very firm on her fingers. |
"Those other sleepyheads haven't
any manners"
Maybe she would never see him
again. He might not return to
Paris, or she might be gone when
he came. Standing in the lobby,