The Washington times., 1936-03-10

wrote to connie again a1ter Iney
parted.
Bruce came to st. Joseph once
while Connie was still at the only
hotel there. They had dinner to-
gether and went for a drive.
What a dull place this is, one
movie, one hotel, no country club,
no restaurant, no dancing. III be
glad to get you out Of here. You
belong against a beautiful back
ground, soft lights in the evening,
gay sunshine in the daytime,
music, games, lovely clothes. You
aren't the same Connie in this
workaday hole"
That was the beginning Of the
end, had little Connie known it.
Bruce had fallen in love with a
gorgeous playmate, a merry, lovely
face and figure. a romantic back
ground. Miss Constance Sinclair,
schoolteacher. who refused ciga-
rettes, wine with her dinner, dane
ing where her pupils danced, and
who could accept only the most
dignified and discreet of enter
tainment, was a different person.
She proposed that thereafter
she meet him in San Francisco for
dinner, the theatre, dancing, This
arrangement worked very well, for
a time. They made their plans for
a holiday wedding, and they con-
fine. their conversation to these
hopes.
But Connie was becoming part
of her professional life, too. She
really liked the youngsters with
whom she had daily contact. Their
problems, and her own in han
ding them, came to be verS' i'm
portant. All the routine, all the
life of a public school, were new,
terrifying, exciting. She was bub-
bling with all these experiences
when she met Bruce; yet they only
annoyed him, made him impatient
for their summer hours together
again.
The first of October, Bruce
was away for a weekend at Car
mel. When he came back, he
was sure his romance with Con-
ME was a mistake. But he did
not want to hurt her. She met
him one evening at the Saint
Francis Hotel in San Francisco
for dinner. When she removed
her coat, he was struck again
with her color, her vitality, her
daintinesS. Her new dinner dress
was masterpiece for her. From
head to foot she was a symphony
in copper tones; her little feather
tocque on her cleaning red hair
was the shade of the velvet dress
which clung to her 1.-the body,
a shade which the little satin
shoes repeated. In the midst of
all this FURNISHED hue was her
piquant face, her beautiful eyes.
Ted Fiorita'S orchestra helped to
weave the glamor of Deep Sea
Lodge about her again, and Bruce
wondered if his decision had been
wrong.
During the next two weeks, he
reverted to it, however. One
Saturday afternoon, they met for
tea in a quaint little French
restaurant.
We'll" said Connie over her
cigarette, II have written to Dad
and Mother that we will be mar
ried December goth. They are real
ly thrilled about it. I think they
would like to have us come home
and do it UP in the best style
they can afford. What do you
think?"
Bruce was slow in lighting his
own cigarette; he did not look
at her. "Well-"
"Oh, of course, if you would
prefer to be married here, they
will come down for the wedding
and we can leave Immediately for
Honolulu, just as you planned at
first"
eyes, of course. Only, Connie
I don't know how to say this
and not sound like a cad-are
you sure you want to marry me?"
The animation was gone from
her face. She looked at him
directly. what is it, Bruce?"
(TO Be COntinued)
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