Henderson daily dispatch. (Henderson, N.C.) 1914-1995, 1936-08-24

God, make me brave. Show me
how"
Then, ignorant though she was
of any first aid service, she man.
aged to use the hypodermic needle
on Marian's arm with surprising
deftness.
ooh, but look" Celeste pres
emily screamed with hysteria, "She
is not dead! See-she is coming
back! Ma'mselle Elwell, you have
saved her! I could not have done
it, non, non! Jamais de la vie !"
"Silly," Gays teeth weres ,nat-
tering, but tides of thankfulness
swept over her at the unmistak-
able signs of color and life that
were flowing back into Marian's
pallid lips and cheeks. "A child
could have done what did, and
lots better!'
Marian Wilson said nothing,
while Celeste and Gay made her
comfortable in her own room, and
presently she was lying propped
up among the pillows, beautiful
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rouged cheeks and mouth.
But when Celeste for the mo-
ment was occupied in the dressing
room, Mrs. Wilson m rmure d
drowsily, "I've been hating you for
quite some time, Miss Elwen.
But" her enormous black eyes
smiled family into Gay's-"it's
rather difficult to hate the person
who's saved your life"
Somewhat obviously, Gay stud,
led her reflection in the mirrored
door of her dressing room. She
was dressed for dinner, in a fame
colored tulle that fell in long,
sweeping lines to the floor, and
Celeste was fastening from shoul-
der to waist a strand of paleSt
green orchids, sent up from Tins
hothouses. Gay couldn't make up
her mind whether she approved
the effect. The colors were gor-
geOus together, but
isn't it rather startling,
Celeste? Those other women
Mrs. Larrimore and the rest
wear such smart, correct clothes.
I'd hate to seem overdressed, and
have them all staring at mel"
"Mais, non, ma'mselle!" The
maid stood back, clasping her
hands in admiration. eft is the
men who will stare. Please, I beg.
Of you, do not change. Such chic,
ma'mselle! M OF 81 eur Keenan,
will"
The telephone rang. Mr.. keenan,
wished to speak with Miss Elwell.
'"The whole gangs meeting I'M
my study in half an hour, for al
round of cocktails before dinner.
But want to see you alone, first.
I understand you were quite a.
heroine this afternoon. Johnny's
been telling me about it. But
outside of that-I've got something
to show you." Gay caught the
note of suppressed laughter in his
voice. Exhibit A. You'll enjoy
it. Be here in Is minutes
Gay promised, and sauntered out
into the corridor and down the
staircase to the main floor.
No one else was in sight. I'm.
doubtedly, all the other guests
were still dressing for dinner; not
hurrying nervously, as she had
done, for fear of being late. They
weren't anxious, those others. It
didn't go to their heads, making
them dizzy with excitement and
happiness, to be here at Lake
Paradise as Tim Keenan's guests.
But Cay could have danced for
sheer JOY.
She had decided to spend the Is
minutes before her rendezvous
with Tim, exploring some of the
rooms she had not yet seen in
this amazing house, and was walk :
ing toward a group Of lavender
and pink jade figurines on a wall
table, when sounds of piano music
drew her tc q room at the far end
Of the hall.
She paused in the doorway.
In the twilight of deep shadows
that lurked in the corners of the
music room, his face waveringly
illuminated by the tall white tapers
that fianlzed the grand piano,
Wayne Adams was playing. The
music though Gay did not recog-
Iiizc it-was Chopin's Prelude in
D: What she did recognize was
the enchanting loneliness of the
melody, the brilliant technique of
the player.