Henderson daily dispatch., 1936-09-04
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she SAID, evenly. Lets say good
night, right now"
Are you turning me DOWN."
Flat" said Gay.
Don't even want to think il
over, for a few days?"
mot for split second"
Brock smiled n C halantlv.
Nothing. Gay realized, could pierce
the armor of his self-assurance.
''The famous Carter sex-appeal
seems to have slipped the tracks. !"
he drawled. well, that's the wav
it goes, as the poet said. Life has
it's little disappointments, and we
must bear them as best we can.
Isn't that right, Beautiful"
He flashed hopeful glance to-
ward Gay, to see if she were smil-
ing. But she controlled her amuse-
ment at his irrepressible kidding.
and met the glance with complete
gravity.
Brock sighed. Lord, you have
a firm chin. l don't reckon could
be happy, anyway, with a girl with
chin like that. S. So long, Hard
Hearted! See you in church,"
AS Gay closed the door after
him. she was smiling a little. But
she had decided grimly, that if
Christian Scott proposed marriage
to her, she would accept him.
-
The week following that almost
proposal of marriage from Chris
tan Scott, and the definite pro-
posal Of something entirely differ
ent from Brock Carter, was one of
intense July heat. The Detroit
newspapers noted soaring temper
atures, and the city sweltered in
torrid misery.
AS Gay tossed in her narrow bed,
unable to sleep, she thought long
ingly of the cool nights up home
in Traverse City. The stuffy fiat
seemed to stifle her during that
long, hot week, and the courtroom
at the club was like a suffocating
prison.
Things were very quiet, at the
Pontchartrain. Many members had
left town: some sailing abroad,
others seeking amusement in the
smart summer resorts of the east.
Only at dinner hour, or when
there were special parties at the
club, was there enough activity to
keep Gay occupied. She had plenty
of time to indulge in thought.
Tea at the Wilson's, on Sunday
night, had been thoroughly de-
lightful experience. Gay had met
a group Of interesting and unusual
people: among them a musician
from the Detroit Symphony orches-
ira, whose flaxon-haired Viennese
wife sang Brahms and Schubert
Lieder in a mellow contralto voice,
to his accompaniment. Also, a
well-known architect, recently re-
turned from Russia, who told of
his encounters with the Soviet gov
eminent in a vivid and amusing
way.
Everyone at the tea had been so
informally friendly, and Marian
proved such a charming hostess,
that the. entire evening stood out
i'll Gays mind as one of the most
pleasant she had ever spent.
Since then, Tim had taken her
out on two occasions: once to a
dance at his boat club, and once
to Rose Heath, where he played
roulette until dawn. He'd been a
little cross because Gay would not
accept his winnings.
Tim had heard nothing from
Eleanor in all this time, except
one or two notes from Paris,
which made no reference to Grace
Larrimore's letter. Perhaps their
foolish little scheme to make her
jealous was doomed to failure!
During the quiet, sedate dinner
which Gay had had on Wednesday
evening with Christian, he had
come even closer to direct decla-
ration of his intentions. He had
lowered persistently around the
subject Of marriage, asking Gay
whether she believed an attractive
young girl-like herself, for ex-
be, happy with man
many years hersenior.
And Gay. trying hard to appear