Henderson daily dispatch., 1936-09-07
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tween your peI1er IN me, and the
fresh air this afternoon, I feel like
new man. I'll go back to the
cr a m e downtown tomorrow
morning with renewed vigor. Are
you with me, or against me?"
Gay cried, "I'm with you! Why,
wayne, I just know you'll succeed!
You're so Clever; everyone says
you're a brilliant inventor, and
bound to do marvellous things. l
only wish I could help. If had
money myself, I'd invest every
penny of it in your motor!"
j why, you little nut, l believe
you would" Wayne's voice was
sober. LAS it happens, I'm not &C
cepting contributions from ladies,
but even So Thanks a lot for
saying those nice things" Despite
the shortness of the answer, Gay
could see that he was pleased and
touched.
They drove toward Detroit, in
the slowly fading brilliance of that
summer afternoon, closer to each
other in spirit than ever before.
AS they chartered and laughed to-
gether, every trace of friction and
misunderstanding was wiped away.
Gay wondered why she had ever
quarelled with Wayne-he was
simply a darling! And even if she
married Christian, perhaps they
| could be friends like this, Wayne
and she, and meet and talk and
laugh over nothing, as they were
doing now. Surely, Christian
wouldn't object to anything so in
nocent!
1t was dusk when they crossed
back to Detroit. One early star
was blinking in the western sky,
and the crowded downtown streets
were ablaze with lights. Wayne
proposed that they have dinner to-
gether in some restaurant, but Gay
had another suggestion.
"YOu haven't money to throw
around on dinners and things" she
told him. Besides, I'm getting
tired of dining out. If you can
stand the shabbiness of my apart
ment, TIL fix sandwiches and coffee.
Or we might stop at a store for
some eggs: l can make grand
omelet"
Even as she spoke, she remem-
bered Breck's contempt of her
cramped little fiat. Perhaps Wayne
would sneer, too, when he saw it.
But no! Wayne wasn't a snob.
He had too much sympathy and
understanding for that. He knew
himself what it meant tC bc poor.
"Why not go to my place 2"
Wayne was saying, now. There
are eggs in my ice box, just cry
ing to be used. You fix an onielet
and I'll mix up a salad that will
make your mouth water!!"
Never in her life had Gay en-
joyed anything so much as that
dinner with Wayne, in the pent-
house apartment. The man SER
want was off, Sundays, and they
had the place completely to them
selves. Cheeks rosy-red with ex-
cltement, chefs apron tied over
the new green dress, Gay hurried
about the beautifully equipped tiled
kitchen, beating up eggs, melting
butter in the iron skillet, and fry
ing her omelet with exquisite care,
so that it was light as fluff within,
and delicately brown on each side.
Wayne, meanwhile, was pre-
pairing coffee and setting the table
in the breakfast nook, after which
he made a salad that was a Gull
nary triumph, as he himself mod
estly admitted.
Dinner over, they strol1ed out
onto the roof, and walked slowly
up and down the f1agstone paths,
arm in arm. What they talked of,
Gay could never remember, after
ward. Books, perhaps. And movies
they'd both seen. And music,
which both Gay and Wayne keen
ly loved. They discovered mutual
interests. likes and dislikes. Argued