The daily independent., 1936-10-12


The muSic'S lovely, but not too
OvCrp0wering. We can talk there,
and CCt q bite to cat" Terry said
as they went in search of the car
after the fall Of the curtain.
They rode in silence. Vernon
thoughts were on the play they
had Just Witnessed. She would get
Terry to discuss it daring supper
She was dying to know his rcac.
tiCn TO it.
The Desert Oasis was one Of tho
lOveliest, most romGntic places
Vernon had ever seen. The walls
were realistically painted with
great stretches Of desert sand, and
long caravans winding their way
over them. On Cne side were tn
Pyramids and Sphinx. with ruinco
temples en- the ether.
Real PANS divided the litti,
tables that were set close to tho
walls. giving a certain sense o.
privacy III 4 trick moonlight. Or
the upper canvas of the walls was
painted a deep blue sky, pierced
~ innunlcTable stars that glowed
realistically, lit from the back.
There was the cool splash OF
fountains, and in order to reach
their table Vernon and Terry haC
to traverse a little bridge over :
blue lagoon. A palm with -ea
cOccanUtS tied co it dropped ovcI
them as they sat there, and in tn
air WIS the throbbing whine Ci
icscrt music-thc kind that come:
from primitive wooden instru'
ments and ghourds and drums.
i feel as if I were million
miles from New York tcnight!
exclaimed Vernon.
A waiter dressed as an Arab, il
a flowing white gown and turban
approached them end Terry cav
the CrGcr.
Lobster and champagne. I'r
taking a chance Cn your not hav
ing a nightmare!' Terry's eyes
.wink!Cd at her.
Vernon brcathed: This is q
heavenly dream. 'Look-at that
walI-the tent pitched in the des-
crt for the night"
Romantic child! You sec CLAM
our in everything, don't you?'
But Terry looked pleased at her
Enjoyment.
The champagne and the music
and the surroundings loosened
yhcir tongues.
Sec that tent over there" said
Vernon again. Pretend it isn't
painted on the wall, but real! How
wonderful TO sleep, to dream ir
it,"
Terry said hoarSaly, caught b.
her mood: "Mayn't I come, too?
Would you leave me all by myseli
out cN the sands of the desert?'
She b.ushed and laughed
Would you bchave?"
Tic caught her hand. With tha'
music in the air-thCse stars-and
Youl 1t would be difficult, Yer.
lcn."
Her heart thrilled. She dared t.
nurraur, haif below her breath
what a wonderful placc-for {:
lcncynoor!"
IIc held her hand through ;
onG and throbbing silence. Vcr-
non thought: He loves me. HI
SCcls as I do. Now-he'll speak
The queer Arab music rose and
fell. There was longing in it, anG |
laartbreak.
Could you be happy, Vcrncn,"
said the voice beside her, low ant |
could you be really hap.
oy, roughing it in the wilds--witE
,Cmcone you lovcd-lcaving ali
his life behind you?"
Yes she brcathed softly, sc
ow he barely caught it, provided
loved him"
She hoped he would say to that:
DO You love me?" At this mo-
rent she wanted more than any
hing in the world to hear it.
But suddenly the lights flared
lp, and a sun shone in the trick
ky on the walls, and the whining.
fascinating music of the desert
vas replaced by the latest thinf
n jazz.
Couples popped out from behind
he sheitering palms. Terry askeC
'crnon if she would care 20 dance
In his arms she was athril,
gain. He danced easily, effort
cssly. They moved in perfect
hythnl.
She told him so. So attuned
'crc they, size felt, that Terry
Els wonderful Tcrry-must know
very thought in her mind, as she
new his! Every inch of her slim
'eautiful body felt vibrant and
live. That was the effect he had
pon her. She told herself that it
IOuld always be like this.
It was queer that Terry's mood
tl,ncd to E.rc changed when
hey rcournad to their table. She
hou- 1t, Have I given myself
way? Bccn too easy with him a
ecOnd tiine?"
She steered the conversation to
onight's play, Mad Marriage"
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