The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1938-10-03

night in the Blue Room at the
Pacific Plaza" he said. That's
the night when my best fans are
in the Bowl. We can have the
ceremony during the intermission
and then Tll introduce you as
Mrs. Ludden Dombeyw
That was the way it was
planned. That was the way Things
were when you were with Lud
Dombey. You whirled along with
him. You let him do it his way,
even if it was your own wedding.
And it happened smoothly, too,
as everything happened where
Lud Dombey was concerned. At
ter a few introductory numbers,
Lud turned The Swingateers over
to "Torchy" Stephens and sat at
the table with Myrna and Anne.
When the, intermission was near,
the three slid unobtrusively to the
Blue Room on the Pacific Plaza's
mezzanine.
1t went off so quickly that Anne
had to hold herself to keep from
crying out. That terrible premo-
milton was swelling larger in her
breast. She stood trembling be-
side Myrna, watched through
tear-glazed eyes as Harris Rogers,
manager of The Swingateers,
found the ring and handed it to
Dombey. AS in a dream she heard
Myrna's II do" spoken softly, and
Dombey's sound out clear and
self-assured. Then the pleased
murmur in the room as the min
lister pronounced the final words
which made Myrna and Ludden
man and wife. =.
They hurried back to the table
almost as soon as the ceremony
was over. "You girls stay here a
moment with Harris" he whisper
ed. Then he leaned close to Myr-
ma. "I'm going to have them turn
the golden spot on you, darling"
"Oh, Lud-now
"Sure thing, honey. They'll all
want to see YOU"
And then he was gone. Myrna
watched him, striding toward his
band. She felt Harris Rogers rise
beside her. "Hello, there, TAFT, "
he said. "Myrna, this is a friend
of mine. Bob TAFT. Thinks he's
an expert newspaper photogra-
pher." He introduced Anne, in
vited the young man to. sit down.
Don't run away, Bob. You'll
have a surprise"
81 need one" TAFT said doleful-
ly. THE boss gave me the exit
this morning. Thought I'd drift
over and get a few candid shots
and maybe sell myself to him
again."
Anne Lester smiled. You're a
cinch, Mr.. TAFT. You don't know
it, but you're about to get a pho
Geographic scoop. Sit tight"
Genuinely intrigued, young TAFT
leaned toward the platform they
were all watching. Between him
and Lud Dombey there, drifted
entranced dancers, caught up in
the tide of swing. The band was
! in the groove, all right. Old Lud
was sending it out to the world
tonight. And were the boys and
girls peeling the apple! Were they
shagging it down! TAFT Embraced
his miniature camera, raised it to
his cheek. But he did not snap
the shutter, for just then Lud
Dombey brought down his baton
and the music cut into a silence
more surprising than sound. :,
Boys and girls" he said, smil-
ing as only Lud Dombey could
smile. Don't move from where
you are. The lights are going out
Tor moment - and then the
golden spotlight of this Golden
Bowl Is going to shine on
Mrs; Ludden Dombeyw
The jitterbugs gasped, grew
quiet; Even the hardened TAFT
found himself Interested. He sat
poised, his miniature camera
ready to catch the girl who had
won the great Dombey. Excitedly
ne imagined the shot. A beautiful