The daily independent., 1936-10-07

plump ana luSSy III oil oiSiiio hi
mono trimmed with sWansdoWn,
thrust her head into the room.
My: but you slept like the dead.
I was all in mysclf-but, that Won
dcrful Prince Carrying-off-is
that the way you pronounce it?-
certainly showed us a swell time
last night"
I'm glad you enjoyed it." "A
gleam of hope sprang into the
girls eyes as she added: ANY
letters, Mother?'
Heaps of them. For both of us.
Invitations. Bills. Circulars. Most
of the invitations are the KIND
where we have to pay. They don't
seem to be giving away much for
nothing in this city. But it's ex-
citing. Just the same
She trotted back into the draw
ing room and returned with some
envelopes addressed to Vernon.
The latter tore them open. Wasn't
IL possible that one would be from
Terry Shannon =. Her face fell
as she hastily scanned the last
misSive.
I'll bring your breakfast on
tray. And our names ere IN the
papcrs again this morning Mag
gic.-I mean. Vernon" There
was a note of triumph in Mrs. Ty-
sons voice.
What good did that do when
Terry remained silent? Vernon's
heart was heavy with disappoint-
mcnt But she must not let her
mother sce Or suspect.
4 cooked breakfast for your
father and myself this morning. I
can't stand these frozen-faced
walters coming in On us with food
before I'm dressed" And Mrs. Ty-
son pumped a tray laden with
grapefruit and coffee and tiny
sausagcs and Wafflcs on Vernon's
knees, and seated herself on the
end of the bed for talk.
Vernon dreaded these one-sided
conversations. In the past week,
they had all been to one end
Prince KarinoG!
Hes a real gentleman. Moth
ing patronizing about him. He's
an ariStocrat."
Yes. Mother-'-aS Vernon alb
scntly toycd with her grapefruit.
My goodness! Aren't you the
queer che? Most any girl in the
world would be tickicd pink about
it,"
about What?"
The Prince, Of course. You
aren't that stupid? Can't you see
he's Interested in you? Can't you
see what the end may be if you
play your cards right?"
Sadie Tyson's bright, shreWd
little eyes cleaned like some small
creature of the forest as she add
ed: You aren't going to tell me
that you don't care that a man OF
such position is after you, Maggie?
You wouldn't he such fool as let
him slip through your fingers to
some other girl?"
Vernon was silent. No use to
argue. She finished her grapefruit,
and attacked a little sausage half
hC2rt"dly.
you're just shamming that you
aren't thrilled, dearie! And him SO
GOOD looking, and so liberal, and
so blue -b!ooded. and all! Mrs. de
Bray-Tm calling her Mertina now
says there isn't a woman of any
ace on Park Avenue that wouldn't
simply Jump at his title!"
The telephone rang by the bed
side. Swift color rose to Vernon's
cheeks as she lifted the receiver.
But it wasn't Terry Shannon. It
was Nan Washington. Hope died.
Nan wanted her TO come over to
the apartment and 60 out to lunch
with her somewhere.
Il don't know that I can." But
Nan was insistent. She had some-
thing very important to discuss
with her. Don't let on to your
mother, but the lunch will be a
foursome and someone you like
aWfuliy is coming!"
Vernon's breath caught. Nan
was a bold clever little thing
could it be possible that she had
fixed this up with Terry Shannon?
Apparently she had. 1t was a
different, an eager Vernon who
bathed, and slipped into the beau
tiful, hand-embroidered under
wear of pale pink satin that Mrs.
de Bray had helped choose for her.
Mrs. dc Bray had taken her to
the expensive couturiere too who
had fashioned the smart suit Of
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