White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1938-01-14
g Emile Loring.
WNU Service.

at the Shaw's sports house. Sidone
will be there to help them. You'll
be the only professional mannequin,
but I wouldn't trust an amateur to
show that wedding gown. The char
ity fete begins at five. The we'd
ding party will be the last feature of
the style show. Look your best. We
expect that some prospective bride
will snap up the whole outfit when
she sees you walk up the ribbon and
flower bordered aisle in that heav-
emily white satin yelled in a mist of
tulle. You'll make a ravishing
bride, cherie; it will be your last
appearance, so knock their eyes
out"
The words 'last appearance" pen
etrated the turmoil in Brooke's
mind.
"Last appearance! What do you
mean?"
Madame Celeste twisted her am
ethyst beads. "Cherie, don't 60
white on me-. You know business
hasn't been too good, and / have
my orders. After the fashion show
I'm to hand you a check for your
commissions and a months pay
and you're through"
"But-but I thought had sold a
lot of frocks since I came"
"You have, and you can search
me for the boss's reasons. Never
knew him to turn trick like this
before-but, I ask you, is any bust
ness being run as it ever was run
before? I'll tell the world it isn't.
I'm terribly sorry to lose YOU"
For an instant, emotion threat
ened damage to the enameled calm
of the woman's face.
Brooke was still puzzling over
the dismissal when she reached the
small Bermuda type house, with it's
whitewashed roof and walls built
around two sides of a patio, in which
she had been living since she had
come to Palm Beach, and entered
her room.
She changed from the yellow cot
ton frock to white shantung pa
jamas. She picked up letters from
a desk, pushed open window,
stepped out on the gallery and
breathed deeply of the light thin air.
She opened a letter from Lucette.
For the first two pages the word
Jerry monopolized space; to even
a feeble-minded person it would be
evident that Jerry Field was lead
ing in long stag line.
Brooke was glad of that, but how
did Lucette manage to take on all
the festivities and be fit for her work
in the morning? AS if she had antici-
pated the question, Lucette wrote,
with words. heavily underlined for
emphasis:
CATER this evening TIL cut out the
night spots. There's nothing in them
for me. It's an i'll wind that blows
nobody good. If you hadn't lost the
Dane money you would still be how
ering over me like hen with one
chicken. You and Mother were so
afraid to let me be on my own; !
know what you've been thinking
from your letters. Trouble with you
two is, you don't trust me enough.
Did you think I would like having
men make passes at me? That I
would want to look and act like a
silly fool from too many cocktails?
That would drive around the coun-
try after midnight with man who
was so tight that I'd find myself at
dawn messed up round telegraph
pole? I've tried them all-except
the pole; that night told my mud
died escort that had never driven
a car like his, would he let me
try it? I asked sweetly. He would.
Of course drove with the dumb
BELLS head parked on my shoulder,
but, in the words of our old friend
Henry w. L.,
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