The Washington times., 1936-12-05

to leave Mill Valley and go
back to Guatemala?
"You were sweet then, and
know you will be sweet now. AT
least, I will get this news to you
before it reaches you from others,
or from news sources. Unless
there is delay in the mail, and I
pray that may not be so. If it
proves to be the case, and you
know already, you must forgive me
for my booriShneSs now as you did
then and say, Poor Lowell, he was
never much of a man
The truth, my dear Jan, is that
I am to be married to Adele de
Sanzei, a sweet girl who deserves
better than she will get. My aunt,
the Princess Sarony, has arranged
it. My family are very content
and hers are kind enough to con-
slider it a suitable match. The
wedding will be some time in May.
Shortly after the public an
nouncement 1 will make hurried
trip home, thence to return to
Paris and the celebration of our
marriage.
You have always been so kind,
Jan, feel that you will really care
about all this, not that there is
any real reason why you should
care what becomes of me. But,
believe as we'll as you can of me,
my little one whom I will never
forget, and if you must regret,
regret that you have wasted
loyalty on a weakling who was not
man enough to depart from the
ordered pattern his parents. laid
down for him.
II cannot help but think that we
shall meet again some time. You
have meant too much to me, are
too much part of my childhood,
to be relinquished completely. So
wish me well, my little friend.
"The Guatemala address will al
ways find me eventually, if you
write soon, in care of my aunt, in
Paris.
your Lowell"
Adele de SanZei.
Jan whispered the name to her
self. A girls name. A French
girls name. A name that people
who knew about such things
would know.
Lowell was going to be married.
To this girl. His aunt, the Prin-
cess Sarony, had arranged it. A
cl1ito h1o m O r1.ioo
Did they love each other, Lowell
and this girl?
She read the letter again. She
read it again and again. She
wanted to be sure. She thought she
couldn't bear it if he said he loved
the girl. He didn't. But, in this
letter, in the last three letters,
he said not one word of loving her
either.
And he must still love her. You
can't stop loving, all in a minute.
She herself would have to go on
loving him. She wouldn't be able
to stop, even after he became the
husband of Adele de Sanzei.
A laugh, that was half laugh,
half sob, rose in her throat. What
a family they we're! First mother
leaving father, and then Dorathea
stealing Bennie, and Uncle Peter
and his Miss Dunno, and now she,
Jan, loving the fiance of Adele de
Sanzei.
She tried to think what Lowell's
wife would look like, and an image
of Helen Rogers, a Helen trans
formed into a sweet French girl
in a debutante's dress, came into
her mind, and she laughed again. |
She sat on the steps a long
time, and the twilight turned to
dark. Lights came out in the
houses near. She could look right
into the Tevis' apartment, and see
old Mrs. Tevis setting the table
in the dining room. First she
put on a white cloth with a blue
border, and then she brought the
silver in wooden box. Then blue
goblets. And then white plates
with gold borders. White plates!
Blue was what she needed! Why
in the world didn't she use blue?
Or if she didn't have any, why
had she bought the blue cloth /
and the blue gobletS?
Old Mrs. Tevis turned her head,
looking out into the dark. She
couldn't see Jan of course, but
she walked to the window, pulled
down the shade.
Jan smiled to herself, guiltily.
Peeping, that's what she'd been
doing. Peeping.
She got up, noticed that the
wind was blowing in from the
Gate and it was cold.
(TO Be COntinued)
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