Henderson daily dispatch. (Henderson, N.C.) 1914-1995, 1937-07-06
CHAPTER 38

GARY called for Marcia early
the following morning, determined
to make the weekend at Malibu
a long one. He felt an overpower-
ing sense of happiness as he
tucked her into the front seat of
his phaeton, and possessively
placed her small bag in the ton
neau.
Depending on Iona for your
outfits for the week-end?" he
leased, remembering the time they
had met and Marcia had so effec-
lively modelled Lona's frocks. In
stinctively he hoped that was not
her plan, for he was keen enough
to realize that a girl will usually
bring enough finery to impress a
man in whom she is even slightly
interested. He smiled with salts
faction when she said briefly,
Iona seems to prefer it that way.
And her things are fun to wear"
Sometimes Gary annoyed her
with his extreme politeness and
meticulous attention. Her taste
ran more to the outdoor type of
man, like Sandy, who could live
up to a dress suit when he must,
but who was the happiest in the
freedom of the outdoors. Gary,
she thought o sometimes, was an
aristocrat of the drawing rooms.
She longed to ruffle his hair, to
upset his perfect equilibrium. Sud-
denly she smiled mischievously.
Let's put the top down 2" she
begged. And, as she had foreseeIl,
Gary didn't reveal his probable
annoyance. but obediently set
about to do her wishes.
She took malicious delight in
watching him buck the wind as
they started up the winding coast
highway. She took off her own
hat, and felt her coppery hair whip
back from her face. She welcomed
the scorching rays of the sun and
the wind on her face, shutting her
eyes in sheer delight. But Gary
pulled his soft crusiler tight down
on his head and hunched down in
his seat. Once he opened his
mouth to speak, but the wind
grotesquely smOthered his words.
It wasn't yet noon when they
pulled into the driveway of Lona's
beach home. Yearly, he removed
his hat and caressed the deep
crease the band had made on his
forehead. Marcia, her face burned
and her hair standing in fiery
mass on her head, looked at him
gaily. "I'll have to hand it to you,
Gary. You're a good sport"
"Oh, there's fire in the old boy
yet he admitted. 81 still have a
trick or two up my sleeve to get
even with you for that ride"
Laughing and carefree. they
went into the house.
For moment Marcia seemed
dazed, then she. laughed aloud in
her amazement. For walking
nonch alantly about the house she
saw the house boys and even a
maid in colorful Mexican costumes.
Wondering at the masquerade,
she greeted her hostess.
Just practicing up for the
fiesta," Iona confessed with a
wry smile, Were going to have
an old-fashioned barbecue tomor-
row, and couldn't resist these
trimmings. Cute, aren't they?"
j "Oh, decidedly! just hope they
can keep in character. Old NC
ikittrich there looks as though he
IS going to whisk into a highland
Hing Sany minute" and Marcia
laughed at the Scotch caretaker
who was standing by with a look
OF disgust and disgrace on his
Weatherbeaten old face.
! You don't mind having ROOM
mate this time, do you Marcia ?"
Iona asked as she herself led her
guest upstairs to a guest room.
I'm afraid / sort of outdid nv
self this weekend; invited a lot
of extras"
She was as true as her words
and Marcia soon found herself in
verltable summer resort, with no
fewer than 20 guests seated
around the bountiful luncheon ia
bile. Her roommate proved to be
Joan Stannard,. a young news
paper columnist who was creating
quite q vogue in Los Angeles.
Looks like quite a roundup" she
GRAINED at Marcia when they were
introduced. "Lona's up 20 her old
tricks. asking a representative of
every profession. 1 write. What's
yo'1r handicap?"
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