Henderson daily dispatch. (Henderson, N.C.) 1914-1995, 1937-05-31
CHAPTER 6


'TOMORROW'S the day." Sandy
remarked to Marcia suddenly one
afternoon. They were standing be-
side their horses on high view
point Of the trail. Without any
indication of what his thoughts had
been, the man turned speculatively
to the girl at his elbow.
'What do you mean, 'tonlorrow's
the day ?" she asked him. Sounds
like threat in the third act of a
melodrama."
Nothing so disastrous as all
that, but it's just as serious" he
told her. "And it's just as much
of climax as the third act You
see, I have to go back to Los
Angeles tomorrow, and this grand
interlude is over. It's time the
hero turns to the girl and asks
will you?' and then she says yes
and the curtain goes down on the
happy ending. Is it going to be
that way with us, Marcia? Will
you? You know I've been leading
up to this all week. Because 1
knew when I first found you down
there on the beach that things
would be like this with me-"
Sandy was standing aWkwardly
beside her, and as he talked his
eyes seemed to devour the ador-
able sweetness of her. In her
olive green jodhpurs and open
necked riding shirt she made de-
sirable picture. The sun tinted her
hair with added brilliance, and
made her appear a bewitching
sprite.
AS Sandy talked, Marcia fought
for composure. She stroked the
neck of the gray mare she had
been riding, and gazed off toward
the horizon. Was this strange dis
turbing feeling a deep-rooted love,
or was it just a f1eeting emotion
like the f1eecy little cloud that
caught her eye as it sped across
the blue sky, tossed and directed by
compelling wind. AS she watched,
it gathered momentum and soon it
came between her and the sun,
temporarily blotting} out it's bril-
lance. Then it passed beyond, and
again the bright warmth flooded
the two standing on the trail. Life
without Sandy would just be like
she thought-dull and dreary.
While if she basked in the love he
offered her, she WOULD walk in
brightness all of her life. So she
unused in the few seconds that
elapsed before she turned to him
Sandy was watching her face in
tently, trying to analyze her feel
ings before she could put them into
words. But when she faced him
squarely, her lovely mouth tremu-
lous and unable to express her
thoughts, he read..his answer.
"Oh, my darling" he said breath
lessly. II knew, I knew! Life to-
gether can be so perfect, so glori-
ously perfect" He drew her close
to him and kissed her reverently
gently.
"You dear Sandy" she an
swered him when she could free
herself from those first boyish en-
braces. II felt it, tOO-all along
But I was afraid to trust my own
feelings. It's been only week
no, eight days-since we met. Car
we be sure? Will we feel the same
way next week, and the next, an6
forever more?"
"Can you doubt it?" he asked
her tenderly, putting his finger
under her chin and fitting her hea6
till their eyes were in direct line
ooh, Marcia-we'n be the happiest
two people on Gods green earth. ;
And so Marcia relaxed in his
protective arms, and responded
generously to the warmth of his
love. Their horses wandered of
unnoticed, and they sat on a log
to discuss the wonder of this new
experience. Sandy leaned back or
his elbow and took a long. deer
breath.
"This is the beginning of a new
play" he unused, then. the first
act. not the last. And it's a ro-