The Waterbury Democrat., 1938-10-03

He was leading The Swing.
ateers In what he called "a
warmup number" Nobody
was dancing - yet. The
tables Just below him were
crowded with young people.
Wednesday night was their
night In the Golden Bowl.
Wednesday night was when
Lud Donbey cut loose with
swing for those who appre-
ciated II, when he added such
touches as this 'warm.up
number" and let 60 OF his
best wlsecracks.
No one watched the attractive
Lud Dombey more closely than
Myrna Rogers. To Myrna Il
wasn't Just wednesday night -- 1t
was her wedding night. And the
man she was going 10 marry was
Ludden Dombeyl
To Myrna herself II was fan
tastlc, almost unbelievable. How,
she asked herself for the hundredth
time, had II happened? Here was
she, O stenographer miss Rog-
ers" In the firm Of Kelly, Clarke
and Kelly. And there stood Dombey,
idollzed by thousands. at the crest
OF his fame, with looks and money
and, seemingly, everything. There
were ut least Q dozen girls IN the
town who would give much more
than MyrnA Rogers had given 10 be
Mrs. Ludden Dombey. They were
girls OF position and wealth, girls
who could have really helped him
on his way or retired him until
the end OF his days.
Yet Myrna believed In his love
for her, and In her love for him.
It happened so swiftly, and 30
completely, that she was certain
OF It's truth. She would never for
get the night she sat at q table IN
the Golden Bowl, and Lud Dombey
had locked down at her with that
smile. It hadn't been his profess
sional smile. II was o special smile:
and Lud Dombey had done some
thing no one had every seen him
do before. He had stepped down
from the platform and asked Q girl
to dance with him. From that mo-
ment It was all over for Myrna.
you're In love with his music"
her friend, Anne Lester, had
chided. Like o million other girls.
You're O dyed-in-the.wool litter
bug, that's what. When Lud and
his outfit are In the groove, and
you're shagging 1t down, It's his
music not Dombey - that gets
you"
But Anne Lester loved Myrna
too much not to hope 1t was
the real thing. With Myrna's mar
rage she'd lose o roommate. and
possibly q close friend, but she was
all for Myrna's happiness. It was
strange that tonight, as she sat
at the table with Myrna, waiting to
act as her maid OF honor, she should
have this feeling Of something im-
pending. Something queer and
strange and awfully wrong.
Wisely. she kept her premonition
from Myrna. She tried to ktifle 1t
within herself, afraid that somehow
1t might transfer itself TO Myrna.
Myrna was too happy, sitting there
watching Lud Dombey, and 1t
shouldn't be spoiled.
Myrns had no living relatives, but
the jovial Lud had quickly solved
the wedding problem. We'll have 1t
on a wednesday 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 intermis-
sion - and then I'll introduce you
as Mrs. Ludden Dombeyl"
That was the way IL was planned.
That was the way things were when
YOU were with Lud Dcnbey. You
whirled along with him. You let
him do Il his way, even II 1t was
your own wedding.
And 1t happened smoothly, too.
as everything happend where Lud
Dombey was concerned. After 9
| few introductory numbers. Lud
turned The swingsteers over to
'aTorchy" stephens and sat ct the
table with Myrna and Anne. When