Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1936-04-10

"Bridal?"
eyes" He smiled into her eyes
from which she contrived to keep too
eager a light. Instead, they were In
fused with sweet dreaminess. ell
les and candles"
OH Would he go on? Pray that
this idiotic tune-J'ai Deaux Amours'
wouldn't suddenly cease-it was the
very thing for sentimentality-
Henry was thinking: "Well, why
not? She's good company-a good
sport - stunning looking girl -
Heaven knows know her we'll enough
it might turn out all right-Tm
sick and tired of this bachelor life
nothing to it"
A home! Someone to share every
thing with! Children!
Why wouldn't Julie fit the situa-
ton? He'd be proud of her looks
and style-she would adorn ones
home-hang it all, taking it all in all,
he might do worse-besides seen
around as he had been with her for
so long-two or three years, wasn't
?-everyone sort of expected it.
If this wasn't exactly love, Julie
had the power to stir at least one side
of him emotionally. He had never
felt more, not even as much, now he
came to think of it, for anybody else,
this love stuff "dream woman" the
novelists called twas the bunk, the
thing was to know each other we'll be-
forehand, not to expect too much,
they'd soon settle down like the rest
of their friends, it would be a COM
Portable, easy-going marriage.
Henry Van lyle, despite his popu-
larity, his money, his fine old name,
his looks, was no more conceited than
the average man-perhaps trifle
less so. But even were he devoid OF
vanity, jules readiness, where he
was concerned, was obvious. Should
he put the fatal words to her, there
could be no doubt of her reply. On
several recent occasions, to stall her
off had put some tax on his ingenuity.
Yet-when things started-or rath-
err, when they had gradually drifted
into things-there had been no ques-
ton of matrimony. Julie prided her.
self on being a free soul-ultra-mod-
ern. She could think like man Cor
so he imagined, not bothering himself
to analyze her particularly)-talk like
man-be a good sport like a man
even, if necessity arose, swear like
man-drink like a man-oh yes,
Julie was companionable!
Holding her in her white gown now
in his arms to this dreamy music, and
seeing the dreamy look in jules eyes,
it was almost as if they were already
at the altar!
eff it could always be like this"
breathed Julie-and the jasmin in her
hair and on her white skin smelled
like wedding blossoms.
Happy, Julie?" There was an I'M
usual tenderness in the mans voice
that made her heart beat eXpectantly.
Money! Position! Power! And end to
this equivocal position-to plotting
and scheming!
TERRIBLY happy, Henry! Like this,
we've fit perfectly"
She pressed even closer to him, so
that suddenly he felt smothering in
the weller of-well, was it love?-
what Julie had to offer?
But all that exotic stuff that was
jules forte would tone down in the
calm of matrimony.
Yet-he couldn't imagine long, quiet
evenings by the hearth, in her COM
pany! She would be bored. And
he? They were always on the go
- theatres - nightclubs = dances -
parties--cards- why! what did he real
ly know of the real Julie?
But it was unfair to judge her from
this background that, in way, he
had himself created. She loved him.
Once they were married, she would
love him more. Everyone knew that
these high-flying girls could turn into
excellent wives. The old standards
had gone. And yet-and yct-HAD
they?
Had his adored mother been alive,
what would she have thought Of
Julie?
Yet most of the Society girls he
knew today were practically like