Henderson daily dispatch. (Henderson, N.C.) 1914-1995, 1937-06-26
CHAPTER 80
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peaceful haven of her own apart
ment after that soaring scene in
Sandys Office. She tossed her hat
on the table, YEARLY stepped out
of her high-heeled slippers, and
curled up in the deep-cushioned
chair by the window. AS she
looked out on the street watching
the continual stream of people and
cars, hurrying purposefully here
and there, she felt a sense of loss.
True, she too was going very
shortly to Malibu, for weekend
visit and the secret" promised by
Iona Won Brecht, but this offered
only temporary respite from the
cares and worries that harassed
her.
The events since Sandy had sky
rocketed into her life passed taunt-
ingly in front of her eyes, and re-
vealed themselves as a comedy of
love errors: Sandy's terrific jeal-
ousy that magnified each incident
and left him a helpless victim; her
own stubborn pride in self and in
her career. Underneath it all was
the deep still current of their mu-
tual love, but until this "debris"
could be cleared away there was
no clear picture Of happiness
ahead.
Marcia was frank to admit the
prospect Of work had seemed less
appealing since the unpleasant
experiences of the past weeks; but
whether Sandy recognized it or not
she knew she had lowered her
banners, had been willing to give
in to him if only he would urge
her once again. Not even to her
self would she confess that Paula's
interest had famed her jealousy
to such point that she was will
ing to cry quits. Sandy not only
had neglected to propose again,
but seemed to step out of reach
every time she had determined to
bring the subject up herself.
Then today! While she didn't
know what was fomenting in his
mind, she felt sure Sandy would
regret his outburst of the after
noon-and, indeed, a bouquet of
flowers was even then on its way
to her home with a card, "Pansies
for Penitence" scrawled IN his
familiar handwriting.
Hell have to do more than
that" Marcia said tiredly, casting
the note aside. IT was ready to
go to him and say was wrong;
now it's up to him to smother his
jealousy of every man I may know
even casually. I might have been
willing to concede victory as far
as working is concerned, but there
must be complete trust or else -"
The girl sincerely meant this
threat and, still bordering upon
the queer hodge-podge of their
romance, she went in to pack her
bags.
"Too bad I haven't got bicy-
cle," she thought ruefully, as she
remembered with distaste the long
bus ride that must preface her
Malibu weekend. Doubtless Iona
had not thought to offer car, for
her friends considered a car ne
cessity, instead of the luxury or
impossibility it was to Marcia.
She selected a bathing suit, sun
suit, a soft print for afternoons
and corn-fower blue chiffon dinner
gown that she knew set off to adj
vantage the. FURNISHED tones Of her
coppery hair. Accessories and
necessary cosmetics were squeezed
into available space, and then she
turned her attention to her present
appearance. Spring was in the
air, and she changed her blue silk
for a soft green sweater and skirt,
with a prim tailored blouse that
buttoned snugly under her deter
mined little chin.
Marcia took a moment to can
the hospital to inquire after Ellen
and, learning that she was better,
she breathed a long sigh of pleas
ure.
Facetiously she blew a kiss to
her friend. then touched one thumb
to her nose as a derisive gesture
toward the doubling Romeo in the
far away Typecr&ft building.
Anticipating the blessed freedom
of the weekend by the sea, she
went over to Wiltshire to take
bus that would launch her on this
new adventure.
gOnce settled in the perspiring
old bus that raced the miles along
the sea from Santa Monica to
Malibu, she found the perplexing
problems revolving senselessly In
her head. At least she realized
that Sandy had been consistent
throughout, for she remembered
that under the palms of La Cresta