The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1937-07-29
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ny HELEN WElsHlMER COPYRIGHT, 1917 SERVICE, INC
BY HELEN WELSHlMER

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the newcomer said gally but
her eyes weren't laughing,
"You don't mind. do you
Judith wanted to say: DO l
mind? | mind SO much that | have
TO clench my hands to keep from
telling YOU what | think Of you!
| mind SO much that | can't sec
WHY Phil wants to be bored for
one half Secoud-"But she dldn I,
Instead. she answered easily aud
nonchalantly: ale told me. lie
said nc was having tea with "A
beautiful woman who wanted help
about investments, and | guessed
YOU. Have a good time and rescue
him from Glc cinnamon buns
He's the handSomest man | know
but the waiStlinc may creep out
OF him.
She saw Marta Rogers blue
eyes widen i'm surprise, and APP
rlauded herself, even while she
hated herself. for using the pos
scssivc marital touch to show the
other woman that il was she who
bore Pills name and kept his
home.
When Mrs. Rogers had gone.
and Judith was dressed IN her
brown wool ensemble whose JAG
ket tot hyacinth blue had outer
flies done in warmer cOlorS, she
seated herself once more at her
mirror. lntently she looked into
her own cloudy gray eyes.
Phil-Phil He was hers.
That is. as much as one human
being could belong to another. II
had been that way for six years
now. They didn't just love each
other-they liked each other,
which was even more important.
Phil He wasn't handsome.
Rugged was a better word. Tall,
bro a d = -shouldered, slim waist
ed. with blue eyes that some sea-
faring relative had given him. He
had worked his way through col
lege where he had been an All
American football star. A veal
thy grandfather, who had disin-
herited Pills father, had taken
an interest in him after that,
helped him through law school,
and had left him his money. Now.
at 81, Phil was not only rich. but
q brilliant and successful young
corporation lawyer.
Sitting before the mirror, with
the storm beating against the
windows, Judith relived a scene of
the night before. The telephone
had rung and she had answered
the extension in her dressing
room. Already there were voices
on the line. Pills and a woman's.
"0f course. darling. Same time
and place." she heard Phil say.
IL plan all my day around that
hour" the velvet voice came
back.
Very quietly she replaced the
telephone and when she went in
TO the living room where Phil
was waiting i'm his immaculate
dinner clothes she was as cool and
composed as the silver metallic
sheath that wrapped her slim
body.
YOU'RE gorgeous" he said. "A
movie version Of Joan Of Arc
done in excellent taste"
She could have answered.:
Dressed to place my husband"
but she put the words away. II
was he who had noted the SHIN
mering fabric and suggested
gown. If she had not known that
he loved her she would have been
a little jealous of the admiration
he seemed to seek for her clothes.
She had told herself now and then
that any man whose wife wrote
poetry or played the piano well
would have resented lack of ad-
miration. Why shouldn't he be
proud of her ability to wear
clothes?
Now she smiled, but il did not
reach her eyes. Phil knew il. She
sensed it in the tightening of the
muscles at his mouth. Suddenly
he felt the need of explanation
and they never explained to each
other. II wasn't necessary.
Marta Rogers called. Pm help
ing her with some investments.
I'm having tea with her tomor-
row."
Maybe that really was the gist