The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1938-01-28
CAST OF CHARACTERS
By ADELAIDE HUMPHREYS

CONSTANCE CORBf - hero
inc; richest girl in the world.
BRET ARDE S TY-herOi
RODNEY BRANDoN-connie''
6anee. a.,
ble.''
Yesterday: Bret breaks up Con-
mics anniversary party and she
knows that they can never be
quite the same again.
CHAPTER XXX
Bret and Connie did not have
their talk on that tomorrow. Bret
apoluyized again for the scene he
had created at their anniversary
party, he said that he had too
mauT- WHISTLES and SodaS, but that
he would not use that for an eX-
cuse. He supposed it was the out
burst of an accumulation of the
past months. He hoped Connie
would forgive him.
Connie said that she would, III
a polite, constrained tone Of voice
that showed plainly that she had
not. She maintained this cool
courtesy between them for more
than a week, keeping Bret at a
distance, as though he were per-
feet stranger, or a bad little boy
who must learn obedience. He
was completely miserable.
We've decided TO charter my
yacht, take tripJperhapS Ber-
muda--make up u party" Connie
said, at the end of that week.
"Do you think you'd care to come
along. Brett"
off you want me-" he answer
ed; did this mean that now she
had decided to forgive and for
get? "You know | want to be
where you are. Who, may ask,
do you include in 'we'?"
ooh, Rodney, Veronica. a half
dozen or So" Her reply came
carelesSly. If she was glad he was
going, she did not let him see it.
"Everyone's leaving town now
that it's spring; it will be deadly
dull here. The Easter lilies are
gorgeous in Bermuda, whole fields
of them. The weather ideal, the
crowd smart and amusing. | think
you'll enjoy it, Bret
He did not care who would be
there, if only she would smile at
him once more. He tried to take
her in his arms now, but she held
herself aloof, unrespOnsive. IN
like it, he said, IF you are sweet
to me again. Let's stop this non
sense, honey, let's be friends;
sweetheartS. Can't you see we're
drifting apart, behaving in this
,way?"
She did not answer, but the look
in her eyes accused him as the
one who caused their drifting"
!. He let. her go, turned away, his
pride flaring as a hot, angry
flame inside of him. 1t was not
his fault altogether; she knew
that; she was taking unfair adj
vantage, since she held the adj
vantage, in so many ways, over
him. If only he did not love her
so much; if only she did not have
all this money.
at will be nice to see the first
signs of spring." he muttered.
"Lord knows there's none in this
man-made city. Not a blade of
green grass, or a. feal, or flower. !"
His thoughts winged back to his
own country. the dark hills that
would be coming alive with that
tender young green haze, the sky
that would be so blue and I'M
clouded, the air so crisp and fra
grant. An almost unbearable
nostalgia seized him.
~See here" he turned to her
once more, dropping all restraint.
t,2 dark eyes warm and eager,
'SNfv. don't we go back home,
5,"uc-juSt we two, darling? The
hills will be beautiful now--you
remember last spring in the val
ley! We could have another
honeymoon, take our long trapnrS,
climb cur own hill, come alive
again, tOo-aS Wen never do any
where else. among a lot of people
Wouldn't you like that better,
honey? Wouldn't you be willing
to go back with me?"
There was no answering warm
tn IN his wife'S eyes. She drew
herself up. threw back her head.
"l'm sorry, Bret" her voice was
polite, unSuffcrably cool once
more. that you don't like my
friends. Or the plans we've made.
Go back to that sleepy little old
town. buried. in the hills. -. .
Heavens. Ed be bored to death.
I'd die"
1t was on the tip of his tongue
to tell her that she had not been
bored year ago, that she had
been happier than ever before,
content. busy. But he checked the
words. She had been Katie Blyn
then. q different girl than the one
who stood looking at him with
hostile eyes that held n shade Of
contemptuous amusement. This
girl was Constance Corby, heircss
to myriad millions. He wondered
how she could possibly be- the girl
he had married.
She might have read his
thoughts, for slow flush colored
her lovely face, her eyes flashed
now in anger. II know what
you're thinking. You might as
we'll have said it. That / liked
that little town, your bills and
country, well enough last year