The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1936-06-29

| Marcia Thought OF tHCSS biiiS
with a sickening lessening of he
spirits. -.
This was goodby, Phil was think
| ing. Not farewell or au reVol
or auf wiedersehen. Marcia wa
going to marry another man an'
there was no need for her to eve
knwo that he had been simpletor
enough to wish that her rejected
suitoT had STAYED in the discard.
"Goodby. Marcia. And-luck!
"Just-so long, Phil; Then as
unexpectedly to herself as to the
man who held out his hand, Mar,
Gin reached up, kissed him, and
drew away. For luck, Phil"
She didn't wait for his answer.
Half ashamed, half glad, she hur-
ried AWAY. Therefore, she aid not
tnow that the man stood where
She had left him for a minute be-
fore he motioned to the porter 10
stow his knapSack in a taXlcao.
Good thing you're clearing out
NV lad" he told himself. You
couldn't take much more OF that
without making fool Of your
Il was late that same afternoon
that Marcia definitely refused
Bob. 7
YOU'RE the handsomeSt man l
know. with one exception. she
told him. "You make love dlvlnely
and | hope you'll ask me to tea
sometimes. But marriage, Boone
I'm afraid not"
AS YOU say, of course. he
didn't plead his suit and she Won
dered if perhaps Camilla was
to him. Camilla nao
money, too-more even than 'he
had.
Pm going down to Nice to-
night" she went on, making up
her mind about an invitation tnat
had come a day or two before.
Il have some friends who have a
knows them, too. Then
after that l think I'll be going
home. I'll be humping into you
on Fifth avenue some day soon
Seated on the train, that eve
ming she reflected that as easily
as though everybody would meet
again in a day or two, she had
watched two people, two men, 90
of the black crepe jacket Of her
suit. SCOT Sifted in and left
on the crisp whitenesS
of her frilly blouse and bordered
the perky white ribbon on her
shinny black straw hat. Pretty
soon she would be, by the sea.
She might take a dip before she
went to bed. She must decide
what she wanted to do with the
rest of the summer, next winter
all the summers and winters
from now on to an indefinite age
when she would be too old to care
if there were moons or rains or
wrinkles or springs. She might
see Phil again some day paths
always crossed some tine, some
where-onlv she wouldn't E.
She loafcd in beach pajamas,
APRICOT. blue, tan, and green, for
the next week. She danced at
night in colored chiffOns, cool and
clinging. She went to Monte
Carlo one sunny afternoon and
she heard the bard concerts
couple of times at dusk. She de.
cided that she might as well sail
soon, but couldn't quite leave.
Phil was somewhere in France-a
picture postcard, forwarded by
the hotel, had come from him. 1t
a fishing village. looking
like stage set. He said he was
a good appetite. That
was all.
She did not sail, though. The
Paris Tribune carried a message
that delayed her going. 1t an
that Camilla's fathers
fortune was gone. Knowing that
it was tottering, he had taken a
wild gamble-and lost. The state
ment was brief and terse. Camilla,
thought, was no longer wealthy.
"Oh. the poor child" Marion
Creighton. who was Marcia's
hostess. exclaimed. "She needs to
be gay just now! Well telephone
her to come down and get up a
house party. She needs fun"
"She may want to go home
Marcia suggested. eve might
meet ND on the same boat and |
could do Pollyannish stunt by
her"
cts no time for mourning, |
tell YOU" Marion insisted and
picked up the telephone. "Ill get
her right away. Her father and
never did have much
interest in her. They gave her
money and set her loose. Now
they can't even give her money,
but she'll marry we'll. She may
make up her mind about Phil
Kirby now"
Eyes, of course she will Mar
cha agreed, wondering why the ad-
hurt when it couldn't mat
ter to her, one way or another,
what Phil did.
When Marion hung up the
phone she smiled triumphantly.
"She's coming tomorrow. And she
wants to bring a young man with
her. She said you knew him. A
Robert something. l didn't catch
the name"