Henderson daily dispatch., 1936-08-07
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&1%M' By ZOuHSE ARROZD (0l
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that evening when Johnny Wilson
had you up to dinner"
He chuckled. Remember all
my lovely speeches about your
New York sophistication? And by
the way, it gave me a great kick,
the way you moved the boys
down. I'll bet you made some
heavy dates that highland
later? 2"
Gay lowered her eyes. zone or
two"
1.-THE little aviator boy?"
Maybe"
"And how about Our engineer
friend? You certainly knocked
him for a loop!"
Gays smile vanished. "You
mean Mr.. Adams? He doesn't
like me at ALL"
1.-The dickens you say. Why, he
was the hardest hit of all. Couldn't
take his eyes off you'll"
"Oh. no. Yosl're wrong there,
Mr.. Vance,"
But the artists words brought a
quick thrill. Did Wayne really like
her? If he did, then perhaps she
needn't have that horrible feeling
Of embarrassment-that dreadful
shame at having kissed him the
other night at Rose Heath, out by
the duck pond.
She hated to remember that in
cident, so completely surprising to
herself, as it must have been to
Wayne, also. What could he have
thought Of her? If only he'd said
something-done something-after
it happened! But no. He had SIM
ply looked at her in total amaze
ment, and then, in silence, they had
returned to the dining room. After
that. for the brief remainder of the
evening, they hadn't had another
moment alone together,
$50 that's all SET"
Gay directed her attention to
her companion across the table.
Il beg your pardon" she cried,
contritely. I'm afraid I wasn't
listening"
Mark Vance grinned good
naturally. I'm your future boss,
young lady. You'd better snap to
it, when I speak. I said, it's all
settled. You're to pose for me at
my studio. commencing next week
sometime. I'll let you know when
L need you. Let me have your
telephone number, while I think
of it."
Gay was watching Mark scrawl
her address on a card when a
familiar voice sounded in her ears.
She looked up to see Wayne
Adams standing beside their table.
Hello, Mark" he was saying.
Does your wife know about these
goings-on?"
The artist rose, hand extended.
well, for Pete's sake. Hello, Ad.
Where'd you drop from? You
know Miss Elwell, of course ?"
Rather" Wayne smiled at Cav,
while he pulled a chair from an
adjacent table. "Sit down, Mark.
l happened to be passing, and
when looked in and saw you hav-
ing tea~with my girl"
your girl? How do you get
that way? You haven't a chance
with this woman. I've got her
dated up so far ahead, she won't
have a minute for you other boys.
Isn't that right, Gay?"
Gay affected a nonchalance she
was far from feeling. She propped
her chin on her hand, and glanced
from one to the other.
you're both so NICE" she de-
clared. sweetly. "it's hard to choose
between you"
''Take me-" Wayne insisted.
''This Mark Vance isn't worth your
while. Look at him! Hair getting
thin on top. Ugly as mud fence.
Married."
But he's an artist" Gay argued.
That's so romantic. He has q
studio, too. And all my life I've
wanted to see a real studio, with
tiger rugs on the floor, and Rus
sian samovars, and paintings"
Wayne interrupted. "pn bet you
$50 to a lead nickel, he doesn't
even know what q samovar is.
And for that matter, the apart
ment I've just leased has more
samovars and tiger rugs than you
could shake q stick at" His
voice deeDened into sarcasm. "YOll