Henderson daily dispatch. (Henderson, N.C.) 1914-1995, 1936-09-02
CHAPTER 81

THE NEWS about Tim Keenan's
infatuation with a check girl from
the Pontchartrain club was circu-
lating widely among Tins in
Vulnerable friends and acquaint-
ances. When Christian Scott met
Gay on Friday evening, he spoke
of it almost Immediately.
He was taking her to dinner at
the Michigan club, exclusiv
stronghold of Detroit's more aris-
tocratic families, and they were
riding out Cass avenue in his town
car. when he brought up the SUBJ
ject.
What is all this 1 have been
hearing about you and Timothy
Keenan," he demanded. "Is it
the usual idle gossip? Or are you
actually considering marriage?"
Gay. enchantingly lovely in the
ice-blue evening gown, widened
her eyes at him in innocent amaze
ment.
why, Mr.. Scott! Who ever
told you such thing ?"
1.-The source of my information
makes no difference" Christian
didn't even try to conceal his ieal-
Ousy. "Only this morning, bust
ness associate mentioned having
seen Mr.. keenan, on Wednesday
night, dining in the Venetian Room
of a certain hotel with gorgeous
blonde. Was that your"
Gay laughed in spite of herself.
II was out with Tim on Wednes-
day." she admitted. But really,
Christian, just because we have
dinner and few dances together,
that doesn't mean we're going to
get married! Or does it?"
Don't evade the issue. Are you,
or are you not, engaged to him 2"
Gay deliberately pulled off her
gloves, and spread both hands on
her lap. Against the shimmering
blue satin, her skin WIS smooth
and creamy as magnolia petals.
Christians gaze followed hers.
you have exquisite hands," he
whispered. MADE for kisses. But
you're not answering my question"
Gay replied, demurely, you can
see for yourself, I haven't any
rings. Don't you think that if Tim
and were engaged" She smiled
into Mr.. Scott's serious face.
isn't that answer enough ?"
His frown disappeared. Thank
you, my dear. I'm more pleased
than 1 can express in words. You
see, Gay, I should hesitate to in
trude, if some other man had prior
claims. But since it's an open
field" He laughed, moving close
to Gay. "By George, this makes
me feel positively juvenile! Fight
ing a young man like Timothy for
pretty girl. And I a grand
father"
Gay affected eet astonish-
ment. You can't possibly be a
grandfather! I can't believe it,"
But am. my dear. Married
very young, you know-a mere
boy" and he rambled off onto a
long account of his love affair with
the first Mrs. Scott. The narra-
tive was brought to a close when
the car stopped in front Of the
Michigan club.
"A great many of my intimate
friends dine here" Christian whis-
pered, as they passed through the
small, old-fashioned lobby. I'm
glad you look so lovely. I want
them all to know how charming
and sweet you are"
Gay had been in the solemn,
high-ceiling dining room only a
few moments when she sensed the
great difference between this con-
sentative club. and the one where
she was employed. The service
here was so suave and quiet; the
atmosphere so dignified, as COM
pared to the vivid ultra-smartness
of the Pontchartrain.
She told Christian her thought,
and he was delighted with the
shrewd observation. "You are
quite right" he assured her.