Henderson daily dispatch., 1936-07-04
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CHAPTER 50
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JOAN DISMISSED Donalds sus-
picions of Sheila as utterly unfair
and ungrounded even while the very
unpleasant memory of Sheila's little
act with the lost manuscript required
In her memory. Joan was a great
believer in good intentions and she
was convinced that Sheila had been
genuinely sorry. Surely Sheila's be-
havior these days was adequate proof
that she was fond of Joan.
Il think your beau is terribly at
tractive." she told Joan after the
some prints he bought in England.
I'm thinking Of buying an English
cottage this summer and 1 want a
hunt breakfast ROOM"
I'm sure he'll be glad to show
them to you"
"Of course. he'll come over with
you" Sheila added quickly.
'That really isn't necessary" Joan
was Intentionally cold She hated
having 1OOIldiu LilIOWH DIT nor. she
resented Sheila's constant you-two-
daring-lovers attitude.
''Of course. it's necessary! Aren't
you jealous?"
IT might be if had any reason or
any right to be but / have neither.
/ assume that you are my friend and
friends don't steal each others men.
Therefore I have no reason And 1
have no right because Donald is still
a married man in my eyes. And I'M
til he is free, he is not to be regarded
seriously as a beau. When I called
him that. I was simply employing
the term casually"
Shela threw up her hands, Dear
me, Joan! Please don't give me a
moral lecture about it. OF course. I
wouldn't steal your beau. I feel the
same way you do about that sort Of
thing" For one moment she took
measure Of unsuspecting Joan, "And
I don't expect my friends to steal
my men. as you say. However. I do
think you are taking the wrong at
titude about his divorce. You did adj
NIT to me that you might marry him
which means that he must have
asked you and you must have consid-
cred it,
THAT'S all very different from be-
ing engaged to man. Sheila. How
ever, I am very fond Of Donald and
I'm glad you like him. Is that all
right?"
"That's quite all right"
That was that.
Then Sheila and Joan went shop
ping. Sheila bought herself one Of
those svelte tailored suits that spell
sophistication. hat to pull over her
eyes and sable scarf. In the cos
tune she was the woman of the
world at her best.
Joan had wanted to get suit like
that but she couldn't afford sables or
$40 hats and she lost her taste for
the suit when she saw Sheila in hers.
There wasn't much use in Joan'S try
ing to achieve Sheila's perfection.
LET me pick out something for
you" Sheila insisted and in her i'm
perious. manner. had the salesgirls
bringing out costume after costume.
At the last moment when Joan was
experiencing all the impotence AND
WEAKNESS of the salesgirls herself
Sheila decided on a dark blue suit
box-jacketed and pleated skirt.
"That is really exactly your type
You must take it. JOAN" Joan took
It. She was too tired to care and she
felt it was only courtesy to Sheila
who enjoyed selecting it.
"I'n going to have Gardella"-Car-
della was Sheila's expensive milliner
-"make you just the kind Of a hat
that costume should have. 1t will be
a Christmas present from me-"
snake it a birthday present and
Til take it. TIM having a birthday
next week." Joan would be "a.
When the hat came, Joan could
have cried if she hadn't laughed. In
her smart suit with its girlish Jacket