The Western news. [volume] (Libby, Mont.) 1933-current, 1938-02-03

"I'm-Im modeling--for the last
time"
Cant you get out of it2"
mo"
THAT'S decisive. I have pres
emf for you, but this doesn't seem to
be lust the moment to produce 1t.
You seem to dislike me more than
ever. | thought we rp&ght play
round together. II you can't, or
went, I'll join bunch of friends
who wanted to date me up for some
sort of fete this afternoon. They
we're all excited about plan to
surprise somebody about something
| didn't listen, | was anxious to To-
cate you. I'll see you tonight be-
fore leave, Brooke.
The sky was like huge sapphire;
the sunshine was rose-tinted, the
ocean tumhling mass of emeralds.
A fragrant breeze, mere sugges-
ton of breeze, ruff1ed the bright
orange fiame-vine on top of the high
Spanish wall which enclosed three
sides of garden open to the sea,
a garden filled with tables set In
gay borders which we're filmy
| freeks;; there were faces above the
tables, faces under large hats and
mems faces with no hats at all.
From a Moorish gallery drifted
male voices singing to the accom-
paniment of guitars as Brooke
stepped from the automobile which
had brought her to the charity fete.
Carstons Inc. had staged the we'd
ding party of the style show with
meticulous attention to detail, even
to sleek shining cars to bring the
bride and bridesmaids to the ornate
grilles which were the garden gates.
Reporters were there and camera
men, hordes OF them, all the frills
and appurtenances Of wedding ex-
cept groom and ushers.
Madame Celeste, chic in black
ard pearls, was flushed with excite
ment under her makeup; her
French accent was noticeable for
/ its absence as she whispered last
instructions:
wait until the singers stop, girls.
The moment the orchestra strikes
the first note of the wedding march,
start. Don't get fustered. Don't
get out OF step. You're all lovely
A violin sighed soft note. Others
Joined until strings and harps and
wocdwinds swelled into the wedding
march from sLohengrin.
Bridesmaids, their lips scarlet
their eyes shining between dark
mascaraed lashes, passed between
the iron grilles and moved slowly
up the ribbon-outlined aisle, drag
cling their gold slippers a little II
time to the rhythm Of the music
and the swish of their taffeta slips
The first two were dressed in bill
lowy rose-orange net, behind then
at q short distance came two NOR
in a lighter tint, then two IN sol
yellow, then a fourth pair in ivory
and then the bride in snowy satin 81
soft In texture that it trailed in raw
ishing folds. Slowly she came will
head slightly bent, eyes presumn
ably on the mass OF white Trans
vaal daisies and stevia she carried
Brooke felt the surge OF motion
as everyone stood up-a tribute t.
Madame Celeste's stagecraft-th
wedding procession was SO perfec
that habit had brought the aud
ence to its feet. She must keep ne
attention on the girls in front-Wh
had Mark Trent come to Pair
Beach-this heavenly music mad
one all trembly inside-would sh
never reach the spot where she wa
to turn-three stairs to mount bt
fore she reached it.
Something pulled at her eyes lik
u a magnet. She looked up. Agrou
of men was standing near the step
All wore white suits with blu
shirts and identical ties OF Jaw
print; each one had boutonnieI
OF deep blue bachelor buttons
the lapel of his coat; all we're smi
ing broadly, she could feel their r
pressed excitement. Mark Trel
was with them. His face went &C
orless with surprise as his eyes m
hers in the instant before she be
her head again. Why was he hers
Was this the fete bunch of frien'
had urged him to attend?
The stairs. Onel Two! Thre
She was up. The bridesmaids hi
deployed to face the audiences
had almost thought congregation
the orange-color frocks were
the ends OF the semi-circle, 1.-THE tir
paled till they came to the sno
white bride. Her veil had be
thrown back. Time for her TO tur
The music swelled into paean
triumph. 1t looked miles to the ir
grilles beyond which stood Madar
Celeste. She was safely down I
stepsl She must smile.
7 Ready" ''.@
She heard the whispered wol
saw the men In white who had be
standing beside the stairs hurdle
guarding ribbon. One offered
arm to her. Urged huskily;