The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1936-06-20

Ar,reica. The last night of the
rnvaee they are together on the
JocL when a radiogram comes for
Phil.
NOW GOO MYTH THE STORY
CHAPTER III
Phil said gaily, Camilla sends
her love and says she will meet
me- at Cherbourg in the morning.
That, from Camilla, is something
special." He put away the radio
cram that he had just received.
But he went on talking about
the Pampas. -,
II hope you marry Camilla in
Paris and invite me to the we'd
dinr" Marcia said. 81 have a
whole trousseau. After all, |
ought to go to one wedding"
SYou could have" Phil remind
ed her evenly. 49,.
" The terms weren't right. His
heart had compartments, and l
wanted a lease to all of it." In
stantlv she was sorry for her con-
fession. She did not want to dis
cuss Bob with anyone-Bob who
might have grown to love her IN
timc-.Bob who had asked her to
he his wife instead of the half
dozen other girls. Then she re,
membered that she probably had
more money than the other girls!
phil was saving things about the
bachelors quarters in the noun
tains and the shacks where the
engineers who had wives with
them lived-how much gayer and
happier they were. She could see
the tall boy at her side, striding
up a hill at night, looking a little
hungrily at the shacks that were
homes. >,
Now with Bob - Bob hadn't
wanted a home. Just a house for
parties. A house located some
place where it was accessible to
people. Glow will anyone ever
find u.s." he had asked when she
had first shown him the long. low
clapboard house in Connecticut.
"Honey, just because we are be-
ing married doesn't mean that we
are going into seclusion."
She had said nothing then about
the intimacy of winter nights
when the wood fires burned and
the snow fell softly or madly-
which did it matter?-on the glass
windows that made half the great
living room. She had not remind
ed him of the sweetness of the
smell of honeysuckle, and new
roses in the spring, the mystery
that fireflies carried in their vel
low lamps across the fields IN
June and July and August. Some
day, she had been sure, Bob would
love the peace of the country, too
He had never known it, that was
all. Now, watching Phil, Marcia
knew that he was her kind OF per-
SON. Her kind of person, but she
loved Bob! Loved him so that
the mere thought of his name was
a tiny, poignant stab in her heart.
GLOW about a house on Long
Island, if we must have four
walls of our own and a plot of
grass, my pet?" Bob had asked.
8Sav. at Ayosset. Then we'll be
close to the club and polo and
golf and dances. We can come
into town for the winter"
In the end, they had compro-
missed on the house in Connecti-
cut and the apartment in town for
the winter.
When she parted from Phil,
Marcia held out her hand. 81 hope
YOU marry your girl and I hope
/ see you both in Paris. Pm get
ting off at Southampton, but I'll
be at the Continentale in a week
or two"
"Camilla's there now and Pm
checking in, too," he said. "1'll be
seeing you"
She did not see him in the
morning although she was on deck
when the passengers left the boat
at 10 o'clock to take the tender
that would carry them to the boat
train. She stood by the railing,
watching the little boat go away
into a gay morning, advancing
among the finishing tugs
with their battered sails of red
and blue and yellow.
Phil was on that boat, and a
girl named Camilla would meet
him when he reached the low
green coast. Odd, Marcia unused,
that she didn't know how Camilla
looked. She hoped that the other
girl wouldn't bring her Austrian
count to the boat. That would be
unkind. Almost, Marcia could see
the narrowing of the blue eyes,
the Tightening of the muscles in a
lean, tanned face. Phil would say
little. He would be sanctuary to
some woman-but he would love
a woman, quite probably, who did
not seek sanctuary. Life was that
way.
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