The Washington times., 1938-03-22

tollo,Din0 Autumn becomes quit
secretly in loUe tDith Tommy,
DreytuSS. NOW GO ON WITH
One afternoon as they were COM
ing out of a movie and found 1t
was showing a little, Gloria said:
Tommy would like to be here
now. He adores snow and he's
down in Florida. Tommy's my
brother who used to work at the
hotel. He gave up his position,
too."
|! Marcella said, quickly: let's
get that cab!" and Gloria, gazing
at her, had wondered at the
strange look upon her face. Mar
celia gave the cabbie a number on
Thirty-fifth Street. "It's an i'm
porter's salon." she explained,
'they make dresses, too -. very
unusual ones"
They went up the brownstone
steps and Marcella rang the bell.
They sat on the sofa and drank
tea and nibbled at cookies while
Madame Francois had models
parade before them. Gloria said,
i softly: "I've never shopped like
/ this! I usually fight my way
around a bargain basement on Fri,
| DAYS and not often at that,
Mother makes most OF my
things"
Marcella laid her gloved hand
/ over Gloria's. LET me buy you
one outfit, Gloria" she said, "as
a sort of trousSeau present, you
/ know"
BUYS GLORIA OUTFIT
Gloria caught her breath. But
I couldn't |" And color was
singing in her cheeks.
Marcella'S black eyes were shin
ing. please, darling, please! It
would be glorious fun for mel"
And so Gloria let Madame
Francois fit her in a black coat
suit with a sweeping fox collar
that fluffed up about her small
chin. There was a black felt
witch's hat with a ball of silver fox
on the crown, a pair OF white
gloves, an antelope pocketbook
| and a pair of simple black suede
| pumps to go with the suit. Mar
celia was excited.
She jumped up from the Glow
sofa and ran to the window
When she turned back, her eyes
+ dancing, it seemed to Gloria that
something that was always In hel
young face-a deep look Of hurt
had gone for a moment. Mar
celia said, gayly:
THE snow was only little
/ furry. Please wear the outfit
home so I can look at you in it a
little longer! You're simply beauti'
full, dearest!" Gloria did, her heart
humping against her side.
But there were small dark clouds
on Gloria's bright horizon these
days, too. Peter and Isabel were
quarreling bitterly over Peters re,
fuSal to build on the Kenwood lot
and his determination to restore
Kent Hill with the insurance
money. She thought, Sickly: II
wonder what Peter would have
done-about the insurance money
and Isabel-if he had known
the truth"
WEDDING POSTPONED
Peter and Isabel had postponed
their wedding until January. In
that time Peter hoped to have the
house in shape again and the an
ceStral threshold over which to
carry his bride.
They did the things they usu
ally did. Dinners out, the movies
and the theater, Isabel riding
warm and snug under an old bear
rug, accompanying Peter on his
rounds. It was all the same-and
yet is was different. They never
came in laughing.
There was Tommy to worry
about, also. She didn't know that
Tommy, before quitting the hotel
had shouted out in his mind:
How can endure this! How can
~" because Marcella and Hans
were at the Palace again-a Mar
celia who was too thin, with a
Il pinched, haunted look about hel
red mouth. Marcella passing his
desk several times a day, not
looking at him and he, loving hel
with all his young heart, coulc
do nothing about the burning fire
of his blood and the wild desire tc
reach out and crush her to him
Gloria knew only that Tommy
had quit his job and had gone in
for prizefighting. Not the amateur
bouts that had rocketed him tc
public attention the year before
But professionally.
A little Scarecrow Of a man
Tony Bateman - had taken
Tommy under his managerial,
wing. Bateman was a clever man
He knew his way about in the
world of fisticuffs. He had carried
fighters along to money and fame
had watched them burn out ir
their thirties and fade into oh
livion. He had told Mrs. Lee:
Look here, MiSsus Lee, Il
Tommy amt the champ before