The Washington times., 1936-05-26

Besides, I'm not the Jock Cole
man type. I've been faithful
enough for three and half years
on nothing. And I want to be
happy. I want to make you happy
I've thought plenty about this
We like the same things-home-
kids-gaiety. couldn't be faith
full to a gloomy woman. Ano
lord help you If you ever start
nagging at me. But you won't!
Nell, don't you know, beyond all
argument, that you're right fol
me? I'm right for you. Like
water on which you throw a Bit
of PHOSPHORUS. It bursts into
flame. We're that to each other
It's more than just wanting you
as I could want a hundred women
You have something special that
makes me feel light and strong
and on top Of the wave"
She murmured mistily: That's
what you do to me. No matter
how bleak it is at home and the
air thick with unpleasantneSs, the
moment I see you I feel gay as
though the sun flashed out"
You're q marrying me tonight
And be happy ever after! I've
got five hours Of work to get
things ready for you"
where are you taking me,
Ricky?"
"You wait and see."
IT want to help you fix up the
place"
"No you don't. It's very pri-
vate and special. And all my az
fair"
But you'll have to get me a
ring. That takes so much money.
I'm worried"
"I've got the ring. One for me,
too! I know how to marry q
lady,"
He leaned across the table, WOO
ing her with his eyes and his
lips. He said softly, pressing her
hand: "Sweetheart-don't have
such a troubled look on your sweet,
pale face. I'm going to be so
good to you'll"
She closed her eyes against the
dearnesS and flame of his. She
let herself down happily in the
little warm stream of love.
At six o'clock that balmy May
evening. slim girl in a sea
green summer silk stepped off
the bus at Columbus Circle. A
young man in a shabby but
newly-pressed blue suit, a white
shirt and smart striped tie rushed
up and grabbed her hand. He
said excitedly: You're late!"
She answered with equal excite
ment: Brides always are!"
He hurried her to the crossing.
They walked rapidly. The boy
said: you've a new dress. Here,
give me those packages. You
don't look like yourself"
Don't you like me?"
This steadied him. He looked
into her white, anxious face where
the eyes shimmered like a bit of
lighted green sea. Sweetheart,
do ~"
There were flowers before a
white altar. There were candles
burning. Through a stained glass
window came soft, golden light.
It touched with radiance on the
face of a gentle, inspired Christ.
Ricky said: I'VE stand here, I
guess" His cold fingers locked
Then the young clergyman was
speaking. The words so old. so
familiar and worn sound e d
strangely new and solemn. She
waited breathleSs till Ricky said
in a loud resonant voice: IT dol"
He slipped the ring on her finger.
She glanced at it, lost. He had
to touch her elbow, had to say
with a white, strained smile:
'Nell-give this one to me. Put
it here"
In a dream she slipped the
second ring on Ricky's third
finger. She wanted to stoop
down and kiss his blessed hand.
A tear fell on it. He didn't wipe
this away.
Then she heard him softly
laughing. heard his voice seeming
far away. Look up, Nell, it's
overt"
They signed the papers. They
walked down the dim aisle. AS
they reached the door, both in
stinctively halted, she gazing up
ward with pale wiStful appeal:
he looking down to her with an
almost Sobbing: Nell, sweet
heart"
Outside he said briefly: do
you want to take a ride or walk
somewhere How about the EN-
pire State? You've wanted to
see the view"
Ito Be COntinued)
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