Henderson daily dispatch. (Henderson, N.C.) 1914-1995, 1936-09-14
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| pathetic? We're TO be married as
soon as he and Wayne come back
from the test flight to California.
They hop off Tuesday highland
I'm so ANXIOUS"
Gay listened, absently. She was
recalling the night when Peggy
had accused her of theft; called her
common little crook" How long
ago that seemed, and how different
Peggy's voice sounded now. You
could be as rude as you pleased
to check girl, Gay thought cynic-
ally, but you stepped softly in the
presence of the Scott millions! .
Not too abruptly, she turned from
Peggys chatter, and resumed con-
versation with the man at her left.
She was aware, during every mo-
ment of the dinner and the hour or
two of dancing which followed, of
Christians critical gaze. Even
while he was talking to someone,
his eyes would wander in her di-
rection, with a fixed, Thoughtful eX-
preston; half alteration, half ap-
raisal. He was noting every ges-
ture she made, every word she ut
tered.
1t made Gay a little self-con-
sciouS, though she knew she should
be ACCUSTOMED by now. to Christ
ian'S de .vt-~I. But when Wayne
Adams, during their first dance,
made some teasing remark about
it, she blazed into anger.
What difference does it make to
you, if Christian likes to look at
me ?"
Wayne laughed. mo difference
whatever. But doesn't it cramp
your style, to have a jealous man
keeping tabs on you? You know,
Gay, you have some tricky little
habits-such as kissing strange
men in taXis, and so on. Or have
you reformed lately, under the in
fluence of a Great Love-"
She knew, then, that he was try
ing deliberately to infuriate her.
This was the reason he'd asked for
a dance. She had been surprised
when he came to her place at the
table, and spoke so pleasantly. Now
she understood.
Determined to keep her temper
under control no matter what
Wayne might say. she replied,
christians not at all jealous. He
has nothing to be jealous about"
Wayne said, THAT makes it very
nice, I'm sure. But I intend to
stay on the safe side"
Il don't know what you're talk
ing about"
Haven't you noticed how light
ly I'm holding you? I have a hor-
rible suspicion that if I frightened
my arm, your boy friend would be
on my neck. And then I'd have to
kill him, because I hate rich people
on general principles. Especially
old rich people, who have cold eyes
that watch every minute for fear
some younger man might steal
their girl"
Gay kept set, frozen smile on
her lips.
You f1atter yourself. Christian
knows perfectly well that no one
in the world means anything to me,
except him."
Bravo Wayne applauded.
What magazine did you read that
speech in?"
They danced a few moments in
silence, moving in perfect time to
the Wailing of the clarinets and
saxophones, the soft pulse of the
drum-bear. Gay hoped the dance
might end soon, before Wayne said
anything more.
But he was speaking again, his
7oice low, ironic.
"How do you like being an old
mans darling, Gay? May I come
TO call, after you get back home
from your honeymoon trip? And
will you tell me what it's like to
be married to a rich old man who
wants his moneys worth ?"
This was more than Gay could
tolerate. She stood stock still; her
face desperately pale. For an in
slant she had seen herself as
Wayne was seeing her; a gold dig
ger: a girl who gave herself to