Henderson daily dispatch. (Henderson, N.C.) 1914-1995, 1938-04-26
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she faced Garry, in his living room,
the night that she came to ask
for her old part in his play. Yet,
though her voice was low, winds
and trees and rain were dashed
together in the husky tumuit it
produced.
You're not fooling me as to
the reason you don't want me to
bother you, Garry Page. It's that
girl you used to know, Barbara
Kingsley, isn't it?"
You'll leave Barbara's name
out of this conversation, please,
Wenda. She has nothing to do
with my decision"
Nothing! Nothing?" She
laughed tauntingly.
IF l did not know Barbara, l
still would tell you this" Garry
said. ut was at your instigation
that the plans we made were
broken. l loved you rather badly,
Wenda. But it's done"
Garry loathed augmentation
with a woman. He hated Indirect
ness. He liked a good tight-but
he wanted it to take place on a
football field where the scrap was
fair and honest, or in a man to
man conversation. He squared his
wide shoulders and his blue eyes
darkened.
"And you are in love with Bar
bara again, isn't that it, Carry"
Wenda asked, her voice cold, now,
too.
Garry threw restraint to the
winds. Get this straight, Wenda.
I think I've always loved Barbara,
even while l was in love with you.
If you had behaved yourself, 1
might not have realized how much
she mattered, for a long time.
Now l know. And I'm going to
tell her SOL"
What does she have that I
haven't ?" Wenda asked, her voice
a long icicle.
"She has courage and faith and
honesty, and she isn't afraid! She
doesn't ask-she gives, even when
it upsets her very life. Stay here
as long as you like. I'm going"
He picked up his overcoat and hat,
and went out, banging the door
behind him.
His first thought was that he
would hunt up Barbara. Then
wisdom told him that this was not
the time to go to her. He had
some work to do that he would
get out Of the way tonight. May
be, when he had cooled down, if it
wasn't too late when he left the
Office, he might give Barbara an
other ring.
Wenda, meantime, sat very
quietly for a moment. Then she
opened a compact and began to
make up her face. The light was
too dim for the task, so she walked
back to the bedroom and started
to paint on a new mouth. She
had made mistake about Garry,
she admitted. She had thought
that she could get him back
again. Anyway, she needed that
part in his play. She woulu have
preferred another role in another
production but she couldn't find
one. The money that her sister
had left for Boobies tuition at q
boarding school was nearly gone,
and financially role was neces-
sary.
The house telephone was ring
ing and she did not answer. Maybe
Garry wanted to know if she had
left. She picked up a comb and
ran it through her golden hair.
The telephone stopped. She re-
flected that it might have been a
good thing to have answered, after
all. If Garry wanted to sever re-
lations with her, to have her seen
in his rooms would belle whatever
appearance of aloofness he might
be giving.
Now the bell on the outer door
was ringing. With a wicked lit
tie smile in her eyes, Wenda
started to the door. Her yellow
hair was hanging loose on her
shoulders, where she had let it
down to comb it, and the comb
was in her hand.
She opened the door, smiling.
Ray Upton stood on the other
side. She saw the look Of aston
lshment on his face. followed by
cold disapproval.
us Garry in?" he asked, ignor-
ing her entirely.
mo. but he will be back pres