Henderson daily dispatch. (Henderson, N.C.) 1914-1995, 1936-08-26
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dance don't want Peggy angry
at me-"
He held her fast. "Just one
dance! And then We'll meet, later
on, down in the garden here, when
the others have gone to bed" His
arms were around her; his lips
touched her hair. lone dance.
before Peggy gets back"
She yielded to his persuasive
voice, and let herself drift with
him into step with the music, q
soft, dreamy waltz. Breck whis-
pered, "This is my idea Of
heaven"
Gay was well aware Of the, ques-
tioning disapproval in Wayne's
eyes as he circled past with Grace
in his arms. Her anger flared up,
Wayne didn't want her to dance
with Breck, Of course. Peggy,
might get angry. And if Peggy
got really angry, then that would
terminate the understanding be-
tween her and Breck, and Charlie
Pennell wouldn't invest any money
in the airplane project-How cold
blooded they all were! How mer-
cenary!
I'm celebrating tonight, did you
know?" Brock was asking.
Gay threw back her head and
raised smiling, provocative eyes to
his. She would dance all night, If.
she chose, with Breck. Whether
Peggy liked it or not! Whether
Wayne liked it or not! She'd show
them! And what right had Wayne
to dictate to her?
Celebrating what, Breck? Your
engagement to Peggy?"
His face was moody. II suy~
pose I'll marry Peg some day, bsk
it's you I love. No-it's some
thing different I'm celebrating. l.
lowered my flying record this
morning. Had the bus going at
246 miles an hour"
Gay cried, Congratulations,
Brock! I'm proud of YOU"
Proud of myself. But if you
really appreciated me-" he held
her more closely against him,
you'd give me a kiss!"
Gay was evading his caress, half
laughing, when she saw Peggy,
enter the room. Directly behind
her came a man servant, carrying
a tray filled with drinks and re-
freshments.
Gay broke from Breck's arms.
Il want a sandwich" she cried.
and sped across the room.
At the same moment, Peggy
turned toward the servant, and
took a highball from the tray.
And Gay noticed that her hand
was unsteady-her voice oddly
thick as she said to the servant,
Don't go way. I'll prob'ly want
another drink in just a minute"
Peggy had the reputation at the
Pontchartrain club for an unmod.
ern distaste for liquor, Gay knew.
But Gay realized, too, that to-
night Peggy was seeking to find
in alcohol hilarious forgetfulness
Of her maddening jealousy Of
Breck.
I'D like a sandwich, please"
Gay said to the man servant.
Even as she said the words, Peg
gy burst into sudden noisy laugh
ter over nothing. "Le'mme," she
cried, and snatched the tray out
of the astonished mans hands, and
balanced it high on her palm.
The tray, laden with filed
glasses, with a bucket of cracked
ice and plates of sandwiches, wav-
cred precariously, as Peggy tee
tered in the general direction Of
Gay.
you lii vamp," Peggy re-
marked, with a fatuous giggle,
"try and get a sandwich"
She lurched forward, and Gay
didn't know exactly what hap
pened next. She heard Wayne's
sharp command: Look out.
Gay" and as she swerved unsee-
ingly, she realized that his quick
wits and quicker movements had
saved her. but not himself, from
disaster.
For the tray had crashed to the
floor, and some Of the flying splint-
ers of shattered glass had struck
Wayne full in the face.
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