Henderson daily dispatch. (Henderson, N.C.) 1914-1995, 1936-08-26

So "a SOSnCoiAS, dIiu uS1 voice Was
unsteady. as she repeated in loud
er tones, II said, let's dancer
Sure" Tim grinned. Every
body dance"
He came round to Gays chair.
Don't mind Peggy" he whis-
pered. "The women may have it
in for you, but you stand ace-high
with me and the rest of the boys!"
Gays feet were moving lightly
to the music of the radio, in step
with Tins, when Doctor Wilson
tapped him on the shoulder. run
along, Timothy. . You can't monop-
ohze this girl the whole evening""
Some quality, trustworthy and
restful, always emanated from
Doctor Wilson, for Gay. So now,
though her heart ached with jeal-
ousy at the air of perfect accord
between Grace and Wayne as they
danced past she could smile in
answer to the doctors smile, and
enjoy dancing with him in spite of
his hopping.
He was praising her now, with
deep earnestness, for coming to
Marian's rescue. "I'm going to
thank you more substantially than
in words, for what you did. No
kidding, you saved her life, giving
that injection right away. A few
minutes Moro"
Still harping on that wonderful
life saving stunt, doctor?" Peggy
snickered at him over her Shout
der. She had dragged Breck
away from the dinner table; he
was trying to steer her back to her
chair, his face dark with anger,
when the two couples collided.
"You may be a swell surgeon"
Peggy shrilled, "but as a dancer
you make a wonderful ELEPHANT"
And then to Breck, 81 Won't keep
still! Try n make mew
At Tins suggestion, they all
drifted into the drawing room,
where coffee and liqueurs were
served, and then, since no one
seemed anxious to make up a ta-
BILE Of contract, the Victrola was
turned on and dancing resumed.
Gay was waltzing with Doctor
Wilson when a summons came to
him, from his wife. He explained,
apologetically, Marian probably
wants something to make her
sleep. I'll be back soon. And be-
fore I forget-she would like you
to drop, in on her sometime to-
morrow morning. Wants to thank
you again, I imagine"
After he had gone, Gay glanced
about restlessly. There was no
one to talk to her. Tim had ex-
cused himself to his guests for a
brief time. The head groom wished
to see him.
Wayne and Grace were dancing
together as though they were
alone in the world, Gay told her.
self unhappily. Something twisted
inside her, at the picture they
made of radiant understanding
and intimacy. She had to look
away.
IF only Tim would come back
or Doctor Wilson!
But no one appeared. And
Breck and Peggy were gone, also.
Probably wandering together in
the rose gardens. Gay found it
horribly disconcerting to be quite
alone like this, while Grace and
Wayne danced on, ignoring her.
She walked to the open French
windows. The rain had stopped,
and the sky was a dark translu-
cent blue. The night wind MUIR
INJURED softly, cool, fresh-washed,
sweet with the perfume of honey
suckle and roses.
Gay had already stepped out
onto the terrace, when Brock
caught her by the ram and whirled
her about. where you running
off to, honey? Don't go away"
He drew her toward him. "I
stepped on Peggy's ruffles and
she's gone to get mended. I've
been wanting all evening to dance
with you, but Peggy goes ga-ga if
I even"
Gay tried to escape again into
the adows of the terrace.
please. Brock! I'd rather not