Coulee City dispatch. [volume] (Coulee City, Wash.) 19??-19??, 1938-02-03

some men I knew this morning.
They were all excited over a plan
to surprise a wedding party at a
fashion show with groom and ush-
ers; they were a lot of boys all set
for lark; made me feel young just
to listen to their fooling. When I
found you wouldn't play round with
me Joined them. I didn't know
till the last minute that they'd
picked me for the groom-not a
tactful selection, and refused the
honor. But when saw you COM
ing up that aisle-well, they would
have had to battle over my dead
body to take my place. Forgive
me, will your" His caressing voice
sent a ripple along Brooke's veins.
"There's nothing to forgive. /
thought it was fun"
"Then we'll let that ride for the
present. We've got to hustle. I
have a message for you from your
mother"
"From Mother! Where did you
get it? How"
"You dear! I phoned her ten days
ago."
"Phoned! Not to England"
"To England. It's being done
some, you know"
"Of course I know. Don't, don't
be so wooden"
"Wooden!" His laugh = e Mt
Brooke's hands behind her to clasp
each other. "First I was a silent
policeman, now I'm wooden. That
also we will take up later. I didn't
know what you had written your
mother about the new will. I
thought she should understand that
your income was the same as when
she left; otherwise she might not
dare spend money to rush home
for the premiere of Sans play this
week."
"It is not the same as when she
went away"
"Your mistake. 1t is. She ar
rives in New York tomorrow
Tomorrow! I don't care what it
costs. I'll fly"
81 thought you'd feel that way. 1
have reservations for us for the
night plane" He glanced at his
watch. '"Throw some things into a
suitcase, air-weight, remember. I
have a car outside. We have just
time to make the flying field"
Was she real, was anything real,
Brooke asked herself, as the auto
mobile burned up miles and the
broad road flowed away from it. 1t
was alive enough now; the Palm
Beach world was Fastening to eat,
drink, and be merry. Above,
through the warm black velvet
dome, dripped a million or two
stars. A magic night. Shining auto
mobiles, gracefully long and low;
others, silent, powerful, fast, pro-
vided glimpses of gay wraps, films
of chiffon, glints of lame, smooth
heads, waved coiffures, sparkling
jewels, the sombre black of eve
ming clothes. Chairs propelled by
boys with faces dark as chunks of
obsidian held gayly appareled &C.
cupants. She glanced at Mark Trent
beside her. Was he real? AS if he
had OWNED her question, he touched
the ring on her left hand.
Like it? Is it big enough, gor-
geous enough?"
cts perfect"
"Then you'll wear it always, won't
you? You know that I love you,
have loved you from the moment I
caught you up from in front of that
roadster, that I want you to marry
me, don't you? You didn't think
for minute that I would leave you
behind here, did your" His hand
frightened on hers.
He caught her close. His eager,
ardent lips on hers stopped her I'M
steady voice.
The car, drew up with a jerk. The
driver pulled open the door.
eve made it, boss" He stopped.
Put his full-moon face into reverse.
Reminded over his shoulder:
You've got three minutes. Boy
waiting for your bags. If you've de-
cided not to 60"
Mark Trent jumped out. Turned
to Brooke.
"Coming?"
She put her hand in his. ::
1.-THE END.l