The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1937-09-15
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shone so richly.
Seven, eight, nine. ten =.
Just a minute, to air this
blue dress. Tommyrot! Cllly
was thoroughly annoyed at. Amy
Kerr tonight. And not little an
moved at herself for being such
Jealous fool. Ii wasn't as If Amy
was a different person by ma
ture. She wasn't. She was a
peach. In the two months they
had shared the apartment. Cilly
and Amy had grown as close as
sisters.
Cilly had been doubtful at first
about taking a strange girl IN to
share her home, but she had
never regretted doubling up with
Amy Kerr. And with expenses
lust about cut in half, they were
already planning a trip TO the
West Indies that winter. That is,
if nothing happened in the mean
time.
Seven, eight, nine, twenty. =.
If nothing happened in the
meantime. Actually, Cilly was
thinking: IF jim doesn't insist
on getting married before then
He'd been on the point of 1t a
dozen times. Cilly knew, but
something always held him back.
"Oh, Cilly, darling" II was
Jim who had chriStened her
"Cilly" in place of the prim and
pure Priscilla" for her great
grandmother-"0h, Cilly, if |
could only run off with you right
this very day you do love me,
don't you, darling? You will wait
for me, no matter what hap
pens?"
Wait for him! Hadn't she wait
ed 27 years for someone exactly
like Jim Kerrigan? If she waited
another thousand years, would
she ever find anyone else so ut
terlv dear, so thoughtful, so
tender?
Seven, eight, nine, forty. E.
He'd never said exactly just
what held him back, but Cilly I'M
derstood. II was his new job. He
had only been in New York a lit
tie over six months; he had to
make good before he could ask a
girl to marry him. She could well
afford to be patient.
Seven, eight, nine, sixty.
Or could she?
For the first time since she had
known jim. she felt a little
twinge of uncertainty. These past
few months it had been just jim
and she-just the two of them
together. Dancing at the French
Casino. Swimming at Jones
Beach. Looping the loop at Coney
Island. Cooking hot dogs over a
campfire at Hillside park. Hold
ING hands at the Paramount.
Stealing a kiss downstairs in the
vestibule just two people IN
all New York. Cilly Pierce and
Jim Kerrigan.
Until tonight.
Until this very evening when
she had suggested to Amy that
thew invite their respective beaus
in for a quiet Sunday evening,
$50 we can all get to know each
other better" she had said to
Amy. -Four people can have so
much more fun together than
just two"
Well, they certainly got to
know each other better. Jim any
Amy, at any rate. You'd have
thought they'd known each other
all their lives. The way Amy's
eyes lighted up when she intro
duced them . . the where 've-you-
been-all-my-life look that jim
gave Amy. =.
Seven. eight, nine, eighty.
IL was Just too bad she couldn't
have gone for Amy's date in the
same spirit. Harry Hutchins. A
loud-mouthed, conceited fool The
sort who can always tell the other
fellow how to play bridge. A wise
guy. -,
Cilly marveled that a girl like
Amy could have stood his COM
PAW for one evening. Amy was
highly attractive-a girl with
charm and poise and good breed
ing. Surely she could see through
the bluff that was Harry Hutch-
ms. IT.
But apparently she didn't. To
all appearances. she was ON
rletely gone on him. Why. If two
DAYS passed without her hearing
fro mhim, she'd call him at MS
hotel. Ii made Cilly mad.
Once she remarked about u 70
Amy, not that she had any rignt
10 comment. But Amy was such
a yood-hearted soul shed never
realize when someone was giving
her a raw deal.
"Let him chase you," Cilly had
said. There's more zest TO a man
when YOU keen him guessing
But Amy had just shrugged;
"Don't worry about me, Ciliy,
she replied. "You don't under
stand this affair between Harry
and me-"
No. Cilly didn't understand it.
But she understood Harry Hutch
ins. Only to well. He was the an
swer to every maiden's prayer
at least - ne thought so, And
poor Amy was just another girl
who had fallen prey to his deadly
charm.
Cilly knew that Harry had 9th
err interests. In greener fields. II
was no secret that Harry Hutch
ins was making a heavy play for
Gloria Harmon, whose father had
left her a string of chain stores,
The Brooklyn rotogravure Sec
tons printed photographs of them
together - at the races, at the
smartest supper clubs in Manhat'
tan, at the Harmon estate on
Long Island. Even tonight. he
had boosted of spending the pre-
vious weekend "down at Har'