The Washington times., 1936-01-04

Lrriage to "FOggy" Henson.
that fell to earth? You misjudge
me hatefully, Terry!"
when it comes to accepting
a diamond necklace from another
man-and other thingS-that
leaves me out. Could anyone
blame me?"
IT didn't accept it. I borrowed
it for the Pageant only. Hes
got it back. Whatever you think.
you're wrong!"
Il thought Vernon would be
interested in the latest news"
Nan hiccupped. "Teehee! Teehee!
Tell it again, old boy! It's great
stuff! Go to it, Jimmy"
1T isn't anything much" dep
recated Jimmy. II was down to
the docks an hour ago for the
sailing of the Gigantic on her
Mediterranean cruiSe-my moth
er's been sick, and was going on
the boat with friends-and who
should I see aboard among the
passengers but that De Bray
woman and Prince Karinoff-"
Nan shrilled: But you're miss
ing the best bit! They were shar-
ing the same Stateroom-traVeI-
ing together!"
Under the name OF MetchaeVa
that was the quaint thing
was just curious enough to ask
their steward, and he told me, y
volunteered Jimmy.
80 loves young dream IS
blasted, and a new one begins
screeched Nan.
Mans Proposal
"Foggy,' let's elope tonight:
Let you and spring a grand
surprise on all the female cats
and he-male dogs, and get mar
ried."
"Whash thash you Shay?"
You'd marry me, Nan? To
nigthsh?"
"Uh.ha. Speak lower. Don't let
'em guess. Tomorrow the papers
IL ring WIN II!
Before the triple mirror Of her
dressing table in the luxurious
bedroom of their apartment sat
Vernon Tyson.
Now Mrs. Van lyle was coming
to call on her mother, and Sadie
TySon-in another manner equally
on edge-had commanded her
daughter to freshen up, to beau
tify herself.
Aren't you tickled to death
that she's anxious to cultivate us,
Vernon? Don't you realize what
a feather in our cap to be able to
say we're on calling terms with
such an important person in
Society?"
IT don't want to go out tonight
with To-day Van lyle, mother.
I'm tired"
Don't come the great lady over
me until you are one, Maggie
Tyson!"
Have it your own way" con-
coded Vernon alphabetically.
The telephone rang. Would it
be Terry -?
Before her mother could reach
the telephone-for Sadie was
tremendously inquiSitive-Vernon
had picked up the receiver.
The call, alas, was not from
Terry, but from Mr.. Drouet, the
jeweler. He had had an expert
examine the papers regarding the
Customs Declaration of the neck.
lace, and it was exactly as Yer
non had Surmised. The papers
were forged.
"Mr. Drouet has been down to
the Customs House with the fake
papers, and of course if Prince
Karinoff-or rather, Serge Met
chaeva-were here, he would be
arrested for forgery at once, "
Vernon told her mother.
A few minutes later, Vernon
heard a loud scream from the
drawing room. She rushed in. to
find her mother waving the after.
noon paper.
1.-THE paper! Look! The head
lines! Nan Washington
What is it? Give it to mel"
With startled eyes. Vernon scan
ned the front page and saw the
announcement of Mans marriage
to "Foggy" Henson!
"She's grabbed your beau!
Mans beat you to it! Grabbed off
a real society fellow COR Serself
and millionaire into the bargain
And he dared to come after you
last night-him and his white
orchidS!" walled Mrs. Tyson.
Why, Mother. he's nothing in
the world to me. But Nan-why
she was really drunk last night
and he was, too-they couldn't
have known what they were
doing!"
Her mother was off on another
train of thought. however. Your
dee-boo-tantie partly"
1T seems such a stupid waste