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

A"o"Sn many people would moi
be sensitive enough to appreciate
the ditterence. The Michigan club
has the real cream of our old
Detroit families. No man can be-
long to it, whose father was a
bricklayer, or a hod-carrier." He
patted Gays hand. mot that
am belittling our good friend, Mr..
Timothy Keenan!"
1T admire Mr.. Keenan, very
much," Gay put in, quietly.
ITO be sure. And so do I. Tim
othy is somewhat ignorant where
social matters are concerned, but
smart as a whip in business"
He paused long enough to order
rather StOlid and uninteresting
dinner, and then resumed his con-
versation. He revealed himself to
Gay as a slightly pompous, self
satisfied person, snobbish about his
own impeccable position in Detroit
society, and a little condescending
toward those who had not his own
advantages of birth, education,
and wealth.
Yet there was, at the same time
something very kindly about the
man, and Gay found herself liking
him more, and understanding him
better, as the evening wore on.
All through the drawn out
elaborate dinner, she had the
queerest feeling that Mr.. Scott
was studying her very closely. He
seemed to be weighing her every
word; watching her every gesture
with appraising eyes.
II hope he's not nervous about
my table manners" Gay laughed
inwardly. Maybe he thinks check
girls eat peas with a knife!"
Another thing she observed
about her escort. Out at Rose
Heath, ne had not seemed at all
anxious to be seen by his friends
in Gays company. She remem-
bered that he had flushed little
when he encountered some &C.
quaintances on the dance floor.
Tonight he was entirely differ
ent. He bowed repeatedly to vari-
Gus friends in the dining room, and
at least half a dozen times, when
men and women he knew passed
their table, he stood up and after
exchanging a few words, intro
duced them to Gay with gracious
urbanity. She was forced to realize
that he was actually showing her
off!
AS dinner progressed toward
dessert and coffee, she analysed
Christians attitude more and more
thoughtfully. He had turned the
conversation from himself to her
What sort Of people were her
mother and father? Where had
they come from? What sort OF
life had Gay lived, before she came
to work at the Pontchartrain
club?
She answered ali his questions
with complete candor. She re-
peated to Mr.. Scott what she had
told before to Doctor Wilson and
to Tim Keenan,: Of her parents
death, the unhappy years spent as
a dependent in the home of her
aunt and uncle, the decision to
come to Detroit and make her own
way.
Christian listened to the brief
narrative with close attention.
He seemed particularly pleased
that Gays father had been a pro-
fessional man, a graduate Of Cor
nell university. "That sounds ex-
cellent. Of course, I believed from
the first moment I met you, that
you came from good stock. But
this is even better than I had
hoped"
Gay was certain, then, Of what
she had been dimly aware all eve
ming. Mr.. Scott was considering
her, quite seriously, as possible
wife.
For a moment she stared at him
across the table, her eyes dilating
with startled unbelief. Christian
Scott - northumberland - presi-
dent Of Cosmopolitan Motors
twice married, and old enough to
be her grandfather-was on the
verge of proposing marriage! The