Henderson daily dispatch. (Henderson, N.C.) 1914-1995, 1936-08-28

shouldn't be pans11ng Tim like this,
but you both deserve it and more.
It's low and hateful"
Hurt pride and indignation got
the better of Gay. She forgot her
promise to Tim; forgot their
business contract, everything, in
her eagerness to justify herself to
Marian Wilson, whose good opin-
ion she craved with a passion that
amazed her.
She cried, you're wrong! I'm
only playing a pretend game with
Mr.. Keenan," And flinging discre-
ton to the winds, she disclosed
their plan to arouse Eleanor's jeal-
ousy during her absence.
Gay saw surprise, belief, and
amused interest, glow warmly in
the large black eyes fixed upon
her. And suddenly she glimpsed
something else that was far more
vital: the real Marian Wilson, low
ing, generous, meant for wife and
mother, but armored by life's dis
illusions with arrogance and self
| ishneSS.
For several moments, Marian
continued to study Gay with
searching intensity. Then she
gave way to quick, unaffected
laughter. You're telling the
truth! What gorgeous joke on
all of us! And how you've out
smarted Grace Larrimore. That's
the funniest part of the whole
thing-her writing to But my
word, mustn't tell"
Gay guessed Immediately that
Mrs. Wilson was referring to
Grace's letter of warning, but she
smiled and said nothing.
At the end of another quarter
of an hour, Gay sprang to her
feet. 1--we tired you," she said
remorsefully, at the white strained
look on the older Woman's face.
Marian detained Gay with m
in}perioai$ gesture. you've done
me more good than you can ever
possibly understand. You've given
me back something precious, that
l thought was lost-and I'm more
grateful to you for that, than for
saving my silly, useless life. And
listen, Gay-I want you to dine
with me-us, the doctor and my
self, some evening next week."
Gay accepted the invitation joy
fully, and that was the beginning
of a deep and loyal friendship be-
tween, the two women.
She was running down the
broad central stairs, when she
heard someone call her name.
"Gay-is that you? Come here
a moment!"
She cried, Coming, Wayne!"
and hurrying across the hall,
found him in the library, where
the shades and curtains were
drawn, excluding every ray Of
morning sunlight.
Gay CROPPED her way through the
darkness Of the room, to the chair
where Wayne was sitting, eyes
sWathed in bandages-a rather for
lorn figure in spite of his cheerful
greeting.
Good morning, Gay! I recog-
nized your steps, flying down.
stairs. Sit down a while, and
amuse the invalid"
It'd be the invalid, if you hadn't
taken the punishment yourself"
Gay tried to initiate his light note.
Don't be silly. It wasn't you
who upset the apple cart-or the
tray, to be more exact. Besides,
TIL be as good as new before very
long. What's two weeks in g dark
room? I've been needing a vaca-
ton, anyway" He settled himself
more comfortably in the depths OF
his chair. what have you been
doing with yourself, all morning?
Getting some extra beauty sleep?"
He had snapped open his cigaret
case, and was extending a cigaret
and his lighter toward Gay. "Wili
you do the honors for me 2"
Awkwardly, she lit the cigaret
and set it between Wayne's lips,
as she replied, 1--WE been talking
with Marian Wilson"
ITO Be Continuedp ee