The Detroit tribune. (Detroit, Mich.) 1935-1966, 1936-02-01

wanted to marry her. He grew
jealous OF those imaginary rivals.
Agnes's heart ached at his near
ness. He was so fine looking in his
dark blue suit. His thick brown
hair had been newly trimmed. She
longed to run her hand over the
we'll shaped head. None of these
exciting thoughts showed in her
voice, however.
at seems that Junior is Away
asleep when his visitor calls"
Maybe l had better go until
he awakens," his tone was a triffle
curt but his eyes had a hurt look
! in them.
Not until / thank you for my
lovely flowers
81 was hoping you would like
them-as my parting gift"
"Oh, you're leaving us?" and her
voice trembled with dismay.
Eyes, l have already over stayed
my time, l was due in the east the
day after my lecture here"
Anges nodded toward Junior as
she spoke.
Junior should feel highly hon
ored to have such a distinguished
parsonage interested in him"
Dr. McClarens face was pale. He
held out his hand.
May | write youth the inter-
est of my little patient?"
Agnes laid her hand in his and
turned her face away. He leaned
down to try and see what she was
hiding His intrepidity returned,
Perhaps there was hope. Should
he find out?
Agnes tried to draw her hand
away but he held it tightly.
Il don't want to ever let 1t go.
May | keep it forever, dear?'
To Agnes the simple words were
music that sounded and vibrated
through her.
He pressed his face close to
hers. Its roughness thrilled her.
Tell me-" and his tone was
mere whisper as he added, Agnes
Unable to speak, she placed
both hands in his.
you do care?" and his voice
was filled with incredulous Won
der.
AS he drew her closer he whisp-
cred
You read my message in the
flowers?"
yes" and her voice was low.
you know what red roses stand
for in the language of flowers?'
She nodded.
Tell me-" he persisted.
Il love you" she answered softly
ooh my darling" and his lips
found hers.
Juniors gentle breathing could
| be heard as he slept on.
CHAPTED ELEVEN
The quiet routine of the hospital
| continued the even tenor of its way
but for Agnes and DR.. McClaren
the world had changed. They must
talk of their live. When had they
realized they were made for each
other?
They understand at last why no
one had aroused this love before.
They were waiting for each other.
Two months later, the beautiful
home of the Dupree's was ablaze
! old-fashiined with lights.
The living room was festooned
with garlands of flowers. In the
corner, near the fireplace was ar
ranged a bower of white and pink
roses. Over the beautiful arch was
a heart-shaped design in blue
forget-me-nots. On the floor was
massed a carpet of rich green
moss.
1t was the wedding day of Agnes
and DR.. McClaren.
No romance had quite equaled
this one in Seely. To think, the, dis
tinguished scientist had found his
mate in Seely, after travelling all
over the continents and meeting
some of the worlds msot famous
beauties.
Some of the citys elite mingled
with those not so elite.
Monte had raved over Agnes's
| guest list, but Agnes had smiled
/ and shook her head. They were
her friends and she refused to
slight them
But to think of asking Emmet's
mother and expecting her to mingle
with Martha Winegarden,' and
Monte shifted disdainfully.
"Well, for my part Mrs. Laroue
Cline can stay home if my guests
annoy her" answered Agnes, "This
is my wedding you know and
, with that Monte was silenced.
, Man-like, DR.. McClaren did not
care. Ali he wanted was the wo-
man of his dreams, the guest list
had no place in his thoughts.
The pale amber lights, the beau
tifully gowned women and the
handsomely attired men made a