The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1937-08-02

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flair for clothes. She never had
cared in the early years. Now she
responded to the challenge be-
cause Phil expected it of her.
Cautiously, she thought that now
she needn't care about clothes.
She could forget about skirt
lengths and peplumS and sleeves.
"Confound IL. Judy, it's your
fault this happened" Phil talked
on, hands in pockets as he
trampcd the floor. Nobody
sTcaEs of you as a person. It's
your wardrobe that they talk
about You ought to look into
that. Do something about it,"
Judith knew that she should
arise in honest wrath. So he
could toss her love aside, and then
say that it was something she had
brought on herself! Only she
couldn't be angry. She knew Phil
too well-knew that he was like
small boy seeking reason for
an action. She knew, too, that he
quoted Marta Rogers words for
his own, something he himself
didn't understand.
Her mind went back to the
small girl she had been. who had
worn such ragged things from
secondhand stores in Pittsburgh.
Even then. though, she had had
flair for line and color. She had
wanted TO be a designer so she
had come TO New York, after high
school. had u minor chorus job
while she studied stenography,
and later became secretary to
capable designer. When the wo-
man went to Paris one spring, she
took Judith with her. They had
gone down to Venice for a weeks
rest at the Lido.
There. Judith had met Phil.
Seven years before, it had been.
The scene came back now, while
the rain beat its monotone against |
the windows where the golden !
draperies were drawn. She could
see it all-the riotous stripes of
color in the cabanas, the white
sands and the blue waters of the !
Adriatic. The tinkle of glasses,
the whisper Of music
al saw you last night" a
strange young man, tanned and !
friendly, had said. 81 liked your |
frock and your smile"
Yes, clothes had started it. Odd
that never once in all these years |
had she thought of that.
Ii had been a wine-red summer
crepe - Dubonnet, the stylists
called it this year. She had
suit of the color, sports frock !
and a dinner dress. in her ward !
robe at the moment.
Her thoughts went back to !
Venice-white moons on the |
water. gondoliers whose songs |
were threaded with eternal beauty |
and love. They had been married |
the next year. And now
Realizing that she must make
gesture at wisdom, she smiled as
she answered: ITS only life, Phil. |
We can't control the pattern. And
/ want you TO be happy, Phil
will, too. Wen always be
friends" FriendS-it was such an
word for two who
had been so much more.
She saw the relief in his eyes
because something hard had been
dealt with successfully, because
she had not been hySterical, be-
cause he was free. She held out
her hand and his pressure was so
hard, so strong that she could
have cried out at the sharp pain.
Maybe he loved her and didn't
know it. Maybe he would find
out sometime.
She was glad when she heard
voices in the adjoining room. She
sat at the head of the long din
ing room table, where yellow
dishes cleaned against green lin
en-, for the lodge was simply fur
nished, and kept the converse
tional ball bouncing gaily from
hand to hand. Mouth to mouth
she corrected herself. Like train
cd seals. She almost laughed
aloud at that thought. She won
dered what would happen if sud- /
denly she should say: "My hus-
band doesn't love me any more.
I'm a clothes horse, a dress-mak-
er's model, a hat and gown and |
pair of slippers. Stand up, Marta, |
and take a bow. And please, al |
WAYS wear mink frnckS inst ike |