The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1938-01-07
CAST OF CHARACTERS

CAST OF CHARACTERS
CONSTANCE CORBY - hero
inc; richest girl in the world.
BRET HARDESTY - hero
bridge builder.
RODNEY BRANDON - Con-
mics 6snee.
KATIE BLYN-connie's "dou-
bic" 49,.
Yesterday: Sick to the soul of
rich, pampered living, Connie
turns on Rodney at the last mo-
ment, threatens she will never see
him again.
CHAPTER III
When Gibbs brought Miss Con-
MES breakfast that next morning,
there was no response. When she
returned with it again an hour
later. there was still no response.
Gibbs face took on it's pinched
expression. She knew that this
signified thunderstorm ahead.
Whether TO risk it now, or post
pone it, was the question. Already
the days schedule overiapped.
The maSseur would have to be fit
ted into the same half hour as
the manicurist; then there was
that girl coming from Lucille'S
with the new frocks to be tried
and fitted. Gibbs set her thin
lips; knocked once more on the
door, pushing it open at the same
time with a decisive jut from her
knee, crossed the room like a
soldier about to face a firing !
squad.
ats very late, Miss Connie"
she said firmly. "It's a lovely
breakfast I've brought" She set |
the tray on the little table by the |
mammoth bed. It's occupant was
a tiny mound buried among the
heaps of cushions and the silk |
and satin coverlct. A mound that
did not stir.
Gibbs crossed the room once |
more with the same purposeful
footsteps. She pulled the heavy |
gold brocade draperies, letting the |
warm bright sunlight stream in. !
IT'S a lovely day" she stated, as
though expecting an immediate !
denial of such an obvious fact. |
"a busy day, too, Miss Connie, if |
you'll please to remember"
still the mound did not stir, !
though there was a faint culver !
of the long curling dark lashes on J
the smooth fair cheeks.
. "Mr. Brandon already has call !
ed three times" Gibbs vcntured. |
and knew Immediately that this |
was the wrong approach because !
the mound flopped over and bur-
led itself even deeper. There's a |
lovely account about your lovely |
party last night" Undaunted, |
Gibbs tired again, proving the old
axiom that it pays.
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Connie stirred, sat up, flung
out a rounded white arm. LET
me see," she said. Sleep had
vanished from the blue eyes; fire
smoldered in their depths. Her
hair, hung in a loose swirl that
just brushed the ribbon and lace
on her shoulder Of the chiffon |
gown that had come, with trunk
loads of other lingerie, from the
Rue dc Ia PaiX.
Gibbs handed her the papers,
carefully folded at the proper
place.
Connie glanced at the first one,
flung it aside. 81 knew it." she
muttered.
"The low-down spying sneak.
If only I'd been a man Or
had one with me-" She gave the
pillow next to her a vicious
thump. "'I'll have to send for
the guards if you don't CO." she
mimicked in what was a surpris-
ing imitation of Rodney's clean
clipped Harvard accent. Then she
slumped down among the pillows
again. "Take it away, please"
she waved Gibbs and the papers,
and the whole universe out of her
sight. Don't want any breakfast.
Don't think I'll get up-ever. You
; can tell the newspapers that. Tell
them to come take a picture of
me dying-dying Of boredom and
nausea. Tell them they can have
one in my coffin, too, for good
measure, Tell them
Nov Miss Connie, you'll
really be i'll. if you allow your
self to gel al worked up" Gibbs
bent to pick up the scattered pa
pers, smoothing out a crumpled
sheet that eHplained-too late
the bomb that had set off the ex-
plosion. A full length portrait of