The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1938-01-28

| each other. Bret stayed IN MS
| rooms; Connie in hers. During
the day he was gone, she did not
know where, or with whom. She
! did not know what his plans were.
She did know that she would
not go on this way. She could
have gone to Bermuda. If Bret
had unpacked her things, tossing
them out of the window, as he
had threatened, she could have re-
packed others. She could have
left. But that would have been
only temporary arrangement.
Nothing final. She had told Bret
she meant to divorce him. That
was what she would bring about,
no matter how it, was managed:
She did not have any grounds
against him. She might have man.
aged to have faxed some; but she
I knew he would fight them. She
! knew he would fight, no matter
what she did. After that moment,
when he had held her by her
! shoulders and had shaken her, and
/ had told her he would not d.
vorce her, that she was his wife,
; and would remain his wife for
ever, he had become again the
Bret he had been before their
marriage. The Bret she had loved.
whom she had felt she could
trust, with whom she had known
she need never be afraid of any
thing. Though now it was this
same Bret whom she hated--or
did she really hate him?
She supposed he hated her. He
behaved as though he did. He had
accused her of changing him, or
robbing hi moi his self-respect.
He would not go her way; ne re-
fused to accept her world, her
friends, anything in it. She would
not return to his. There was moth
ing for her to do except to make
him hate her.
Then had come this cunning
plan. If she could make Bret hate
her enough, if she could prove to
him that she really was, not his
wife, make him believe her un-
faithful, untrue to those vows he
thought so solemn, so binding,
then he would divorce her. She
would have won.
She did not stop to consider
how bitter might he such a nc
tory. How long the knawirG ~
morse. How futile the tears.
"When arc you going TO tell
him?" Rodney asked one day soon
after this luncheon. He was eager,
exultant. "When are You going
with me. Connie DEAR"
Tonight" she answered. What
was the good of waiting? What
was the sense Of going on another
day, or night?
"You mean you'll go away with
nc tonight Rodney caught her
hands in his. "You must not say
you will-again-and not mean
it. Connie. You never should
have run away from ne that
first time" s...'
No, she supposed not. Yet, if
she hadn't, she never would have
had those happy busy days IN he
little valley town, sne never
owuld have known Bret-and his
love. 1t was over now; it mad net
worked out. But still: it was
, something to have had such love
as it had been. p.
"Pll go tonight" she said. 81
mean it, Rodney. I'll meet YOU at
midnight, at the pier. The yacht
is ready to sail at any notice.
Wen go away together, after I've
told Bret"
Rodney raised her hand to his
lips. You'll never regret it, dear
est ne said. 'Pll make you. hap
Ply, III spend the rest of my life
obeying your every wish. l never
loved you so much, you never
looked more beautiful than you
do now: Wen sail clear around
the world. :"
Connie wrenched her hands
away; No, they would not do that.
She had gone around the world,
with Bret, on her second honey
moon. This third one-without
hlm-would be a mockery. She
said. Il don't know where we'll
go; That doesn't matter, yet. But
III send word to Captain. Steph- f.
ems. Well sail tonight. Nothing
no one-shall keep me from
ITO be continued)