Henderson daily dispatch., 1936-08-05
Please take me

to ask me that? Please take me
back"
Don't make a scene" His tone
compelled her to resume dancing,
but she held herself. rigidly away
from him. tive been thinking
things over, and decided to talk
plainly. l have every right to re-
sent your affair with Breck. His
interests and mine are identical.
If he breaks with Peggy, I'll lose
the biggest chance I've ever had
in my life"
Gay knew that Wayne Adams
desperate earneStness was genuine.
But she was furiously angry at the
ugly implication in his question
concerning her new gown. She felt
too disturbed. too proud, to defend
herself.
"You hate me, Gay, don't you ?"
She shrugged, expressively. II
don't think of you enough to hate
YOU"
i've thought Of you quite often.
You've disappointed me. 1 liked
you that first time 1 spoke to you,
at the check counter the night
of the Wilson dinner. you remem-
Der. 1 thought you were different
from the hundreds OF other at
notwithstanding girls around town.
But I've found out you aren't.
You're exactly like all the others"
He was guiding her by the elbow
to her place at the table. "You go
round with men only for what YOU
can get out of them. A nice, quiet
little racketeer-isn't that what
they call them, in Detroit ?" He
was so cynical, so sure of himself.
she wanted to strike him.
But he shouldn't have the pleas
ure Of knowing how he'd angered
her; how deeply he'd cut into her
armor of pride. She managed a
brief, uncertain laugh. "You do
say the incest things to a girl, Mr..
Adams! How do you think of
them ALL" Then her temper fared.
II do hate you! Don't speak to
me again-everi"
The next hour passed miserably
for Gay. She ate-sawdust.
Laughed-tears. Danced in bodily
torture with Christian Scott. In
grim silence with Wayne.
You're a good little sport to
dance with me, when you'd rather
shoot me-" Wayne remarked CAS-
reward, while Chris and Grace
are trying their luck at roulette.
upstairs, I'm going to take you
outside and show you the duck
pond"
Gay had no intention of going.
She was firmly resolved to .evade
Wayne after that dance was over.
But somehow she found herself
walking beside him toward the
small, rustic bridge and the duck
pond at the far end of the grounds.
1t was chilly, outdoors. She was
glad Wayne had brought her coat,
and wrapped it about her shoul-
ders.
On the bridge he stopped, and
together they looked at the moon
that hung in the sky like bur-
nished silver ornament.
Beyond the dense blackness of
trees, they could see the lake: a
stretch of dark water with a broad,
rocking band Of platinum across
it's surface.
moonlight on water" Wayne
said, quietly. ''I like to watch it
don't you?" In his voice there
was something SO friendly, so init
mate, that Gay nodded agreement
in spite of herself. She had to
struggle not to move nearer to
him.
Instead, she gazed at his hands
on the bridge-railing Gay always
noticed hands. Christian Scott's:
cold, sinewy, capable of holding
railroads, trust companies and
mines in his grasp. Doctor Will
sons: flexible, dextrous, the hands
of surgeon. Wayne's hands:
well-formed, tense, determined.
"I'm sorry" he was saying, III
I've made you angry. I'm sorry
you hate me so much. And I want
you to know that don't blame you
for minute"
ITO Be Continued)