The Skyland post. [volume] (West Jefferson, N.C.) 193?-1988, 1936-03-12

YOU write me whenever yOu AcC1
like it. Come, dear, don't spoil
things at the last minute"
cit isn't that, Mummy; you're on
the wrong track. I'm not afraid OF
Corey, or lonesome for youn. It's
it's Bob"
Bob Coles! What do you mean?
Has he been teasing your"
''More than teasing. He just now
whispered to me to remember that
he once told me that if married
anyone except him he would kill
either the bridegroom, or me, or
himself"
"Good heavens, child, he didn't
mean that. You must know he
didn't"
''I didn't think he did at the time,
but today, a few moments ago, he
reminded me of it, and he was-oh,
he looked dreadful"
"Well, come along, dear, and get
off with Corey, and forget the very
fact that Bobby is in existence"
Ellen thought little of Perilla's
fears; she felt sure it was a natural
nervousness, and that Bob had been
merely chatting her. That he loved
Perilla, she knew, and he had often
begged her to marry him, but Per-
lila was a one-man girl, and ever
since she had known Corey she had
cared for him.
"It isn't imagination, DEAR" Per-
lila said earnestly to her mother.
Bob has been queer and frighten-
ing all day, and last evening, too.
Ask Malcolm, he noticed it. Now,
I'll forget him and go away, but I
want you and dad to keep an eye
on him, will your"
"Of course we will, Now, will you
be good?"
They went to Perilla's own room,
and changed her beautiful white
gown for russell brown knitted
silk and modish hat.
The great hall was crowded with
the guests eager for a last glimpse
of the now flushed and smiling
bride. Halfway down she threw her
bouquet. It was caught by Hilda,
which was not really surprising, as
Perilla threw it directly at her, and
Tony Gaskell assisted it bit on it's
course.
The car was waiting, and Corey
himself helped his wife in. At the
wheel was Boynton, skilled chauf-
feau and mechanician, who could, as
well, act as Corey's valet. With him
in front was Sarah, one-time nurse,
and now maid of her beloved Per-
lila.
AS Corey got in, he paused mo-
ment for last word with Tony,
when Bob Coles took the opportuni-
ty to jump on the running board on
the other side and give Perilla a
long, deep kiss, not at all the sort of
kiss to bestow in public.
The girl turned white, but pre-
served her poise, and calling out
gay goodby to all, clasped Corey's
arm as signal to start.
Home, james," Maiden shouted,
and futtering hankerchiefs and
scarfs waved farewell.
Tony Gaskell turned to tell Coles
what he thought of him, but sud-
denly decided not to. His work as
best man was done now, his trust
was over. And while he regretted
Bob's rudeness, it was not now his
business to remark upon it, Stepping
past Coles as if he were not there,
Tony turned his attention to Ellen
Lowell.
Everything went off all right" he
said, cheerily, ''but I'm quite done
up. You fellers don't know what
hard work it is to be a best man.
Well, anyway, it's a gorgeous night
to go to Philadelphia in car like
that"
1t was about five o'clock of
crisp, clear October evening. The
party watched for the last view of
the speeding car as it made for New
York, and then turned back to the
house.
Tony still made no difference in
his attitude toward Bob Coles, but
he kept his eye on the young man.
What, he wondered, made the kid
do that? Of course, he was in love
with Perilla, but, for that matter,
who wasn't. But one needn't behave