The Washington times., 1938-04-06

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Tommy came from Montreal by
plane for the wedding: a quite
famous Tommy who had crowds
of small boys trailing him down
the streets, begging for his auto
graph, asking him to appraise
their biceps small street
urchinS who thought that life Of
fered nothing better than a career
IN the prizefighting world.
Marcella, who was in Boston
visiting Susan Dobbs, wired that
she had been playing polo on the
Junior League team, had taken a
fall and could not make the trip
back home for the wedding.
Hans" she had added, will not
be able to come either and ex-
presses his regrets"
To which Peter had said:
THANK God. I couldn't stand be-
ing married with that fish-eyed
guy watching u.s."
Gloria had asked: why, Peter
what on earth do you mean?"
ooh, I don't know" he replied.
But he did. He hadn't forgotten
where he had first seen Baron
Hans Won Dreyfuss. He hadn't
forgotten that afternoon in
Burma.
MRS. KENT NOW
There were a few close friends
there to wish them well: The Resi-
dent for Garfield Hospital, four
of Peters medical colleagues, a
sprinkling of girls Gloria had
known in high school, Doctor
Tracy's slim, red-haired wife who
was incredibly beautiful for a
woman Of fifty, and Mrs. Mont
gomery Evans, Peters god-mother
and one of the richest. most aristo
cratic women in the city-indubi-
tably the leader Of the cave-dweller
group.
Old Katie, holding a shiningly
clean Jock, stood in the hall on
the stairs, Respondent herself in a
new black silk uniform with a
frivolous organdy apron and cap.
Katie had said: "Ah kin watch
you all gittin' hooked, but one
sound outer Jock an up dose
stairs we go! This boy hab got a
pair of lungs what am a pair of
lungs, what I mean"
But Jock was the soul of wide
eyed, best behavior, sucking dill
gently on his thumb and wriggling
about in Katie's arms only a lit
tie. And Gloria, in a fall suit of
mulberry velvet and a little match
ing hat and veil, with spray of
gardenias cascading down her
slender shoulder, became Mrs.
Peter Kent.
There was a wedding luncheon
in the gold room of the Palace
Hotel And after luncheon was
over Gloria and Peter climbed into
his little car and drove off, not
knowing where they we're going.
I've got 10 gallons in the tank,
Mrs. Kent, and when the old en-
CINE begins to sputter we'll stop
and call it a day"
And let's hope for the sake of
the Kent budget, DR.. Kent" Gloria
smiled UP at him, that the gaso-
line uses discretion! If it h-11ssins
to sputter before one of those
swank country inns where the tar
if is $40 a day I'd be darning
your old socks for the rest of our
lives to make up for it,"
Heaven Forbid" laughed Peter.
Katie darned one of my socks
once and was crippled for week
Iafterward."
LOVE IN A CABIN
At a little before 6 o'clock the
small car ratified up before an inn
surrounded by log cabins. Gloria
said, impulsively: Peter, let's take
one of those cabins. I think it
would be great fun"
I'VE could stay at the inn. you
know" said Peter. After all, this
is our honeymoon. What's a few
darned socks between man and
Wife!"
But Gloria insisted and they
took a cabin.
1t was cunning cabin with a
yawning fireplace with white
birch logs blazing gayly. Peter
said, a little snxiously: IT hope
you like it. Gloria. We can still
go to the inn"
Gloria said, But I do like it
darling" and she took off her
coat and her small hat and stood
before the fire. spreading her
slender fingers tc the blaze. Peter
came and stood just behind her
and put his hands lightly on her
shoulders. He said, I'm happy
Gloria. You know that, don't
your"
She turned in his arm slowly