The Washington times., 1938-04-07


finances. Peter said: Look
Gloria, I'll give you an allowance
-" he named a figure-"Do you
think you can manage Katie and
Jock and me on that without
watching us waste away to moth.
ing from starvation?"
Gloria said: with that much
money you'll all be so fat you'll
look like butter-balls. I could dc
with half, Peter"
And feed me cabbage three
times a day! Not on your life!
want Strawberries out of season
I'm that kind of a guy!" He
grinned at her. And look, sup
pose we have a joint account at
the bank :"
LOVES FOR TRUST
Nov we are getting some
where" said Gloria, smiling. THE
first time you tell me I can't have
new dress or friends in for a
bit of contract at a dollar a point,
I'll just snap my fingers at you
and go skipping off to the bank
=" Suddenly the smile faded
and she looked earnestly into
Peters eyes. She said, gravely:
Il love you for trusting me,
Peter"
And SO the days went on, from
one week into another, that they
hadn't planned. IF that Richards
baby takes a notion to get himself
born, I'll never forgive myself, i"
said Peter seriously. That's the
way it is with doctor. You go
away for a trip .. even honey
moon and ."
II know" interrupted Gloria,
brightly, you have livers and
wobbly hearts and gizzards on
your mind. You wonder whether
Mrs. So-and-So is taking that
afternoon rest that you ordered
and if Mrs. Watcnamadoodle has
cut meat and eggs from her diet
so that Watchamadoodle, junior,
won't be one of those 15-pound
babies you read about"
Then one night before they
turned into the inns ballroom for
the dancing Peter went up to the
desk and moved his eyes over the
rows of newspapers there. After
ALL" he grinned, I'VE ought to
know what's going on. It would
be a shock to go back home and
find out that home wasn't there!"
He scanned the first page,
ruffled the others negligently,
looking at headlines, and suddenly
Gloria was conscious of a change
in him. She saw that muscle
along his jaw witch, saw some
thing come into his eyes.
She glanced over his shoulder
and there on the society page was
a photograph of Isabel. Isabel
sophiSticatedly glamorous in a
white velvet evening gown, with
her dark hair no longer sleek but
very Paris, with curlS brushed up,
ward and a white velvet flower
nesting in their center. And be-
meath the picture were the words
Mrs. Rodney Callman, who
with her husband will return in
November from a years honey
moon in Europe. They will make
their home in Kenwood."
And now Gloria looking at
Peter felt sudden cold little fear
closing about her heart. She
thought, Peter still cares"
She couldn't know that Peter
had scarcely glanced at the pic.
ture of Isabel and that his heart
hadn't quickened by half a beat !;
that he had seen, instead the
words with her husband" and
that he was remembering now the
wild pain in Gloria's eyes that
Rodney had once put there.
The small voice of Gloria's sense
Of humor cried out at her, shrilly:
well, what difference does it
make, Gloria Lee. You and Peter
married knowing that you did not
love each other-that it was a
second-best marriage, completely
makeshift-that you were free of
the jealousy and the emotional
strings that bind two people who
are inSanely in love-"
And then she thought with wis.
dom-and relief: But Isabel and
Rodney are married. They muStn' t
hurt us again. I must remember
And Peter must remember-that
Rodney and Isabel are married"
And marriage to Gloria was a def
mite, final thing.
But Isabel and Rodney weren't
exactly married. For at that exact
moment in a Paris suite overlook,
ing the Champs ElySeeS and it's gay
little clusters of sidewalk tables
Rodney went over to the high
tapestried chair in which Isabel