The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1938-04-05
LOVE LAUGHS
A. TILT DOCTOR
1902 -oyAh cToNl ceoyishs 1925, NEA Service. Inc

; Derek began in a thin, stifled
I voice. "Of course it's easy to see
now this story started. There was
in fact, We
Out OF sheer pity Constance
broke i'm, her voice clear, cool, and
lust enough amused, IT'S TOO bad
10 spoil such q pretty romance,
Mrs. Rogers; but Mr., MAINTAIN
and are not married. 1t is true
that we did announce our engage
ment-there was even something
about il i'm some of the papers, !
believe: but we found-oh, some
time apn-that the whole thing
was-well. rather i mistake"
She smiled little pityingly at
the gratitude she read in Derek's
hunted eyes.
Mark Rogers had strolled to 4
window. and was standing now,
looking out, his hands in his poek-
cts. whiStling inaudibly:
Dcrek began again, constance,
I think ! ought tO-we don't want
amy misunderstanding about this,
Of course. /"
Really. aren't we making 4
mountain out of a mole hill"
Uilda Thorvald asked lazily with
one of her faint, inscrutable
smiles. After all, this isn't any
ones affair but yours and Con-
MES. is it Derek?'
She smiled cOmpanionably at
Constance. strollcd over to the
niano. sat down and began to play
With complete absorption.
Constance stood for Il II oment
exactly where she had stood since
Mrs. Rogers had begun her epoch
making narrative; then she turn
ed and swiftly left the room. As
she went. she heard Mrs. Rogers
insisting in a voice Of amused be-
/ wilderment, And they actually
! told me at the store that she had
bought the last thing for her
rousseau only thc day before she
went away. Mr.. Manthon.
When Constance went up to
T George ThOrvald's room few
minutes later, Dr.. Rogers was
there.
whats this about your going
away, COnnie?" George demand
ed. Good Lord, Doc, | thought
Won were one of these strong ST.
lent men who know how to handle
women. You brought her here
because you thought needed
her, didn't you? All right, tell
her | still need her. and put
stOp 10 this nonsense.
You spoiled brat" Mark Rog,
ers said shortly, you don't need
her any more than | do, and
realizing too late how unwary he
/ had been, turned an unprofes-
: sional crimson when the boy went
on. his black eyes swapping de-
lightedly in their deep hollows:
"All right. then. For Gods
sake. tell her how much you need
her. Maybe that will hole her II
! nothing else will. Oh, very
well" = it was only 10 evident
that George Thorvald was enjoy
! ing himself immensely-'if you,
as my physician, don't know how
to see to it that | get the kind OF
/ care and nursing my feeble state
requires, I'll have TO see what can
be done about it for myself. &.
Interrupt me if Pm wrong, but
this seems TO be the only way out
of il:
Connie, darling, will you mar
ry me-and make me laugh for
the rest of my life"
mo, George, dear" answered
Constance. II will not"
And why not?" George affect
. ed hurt surprise.
,, Because, dear George, | love
another" Constance said de-
murely.
MN" George frowned. THAT
; does complicate the matter. Not
? his eyes lighted with wicked
= ! cunning - mot that fair-haired
I boy in the studio, hope"
Too hate Constance saw whittier
/, this game was tending.
NO" she said shortly. 81
should hope not"
II hoped not. Well, now
let's see" - Georges eyes rumi
mated innOcently upon the ceiling
1T couldn't be"
IF you're through playing q
questions" Mark Rogers snapped
"hcre'S Miss Wilcox with you
lunch. III come back when you've
eaten it"
Il "a i
1t Constance followed Mark Rog