The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1940-10-23
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Jan and Terry were married at
IL Saturday morning. She wore a
quaint bodice dress. white. with
fun skirt. Her large white hat.
set well back on her small head,
was tied demurely under her chin.
She carried white orchids.
Never had she been so beautiful.
Her eyes, steady and sweet. were
soft with love. her lips were red
and trembling. rerry's assistant.
a kindly. middle-aged man. read
the service.
Terry waited at the altar. a
trifle pale, the light Of unutter-
able JOY in his eyes. The organist
played softly. Jan walked down
the aisle. her white gloved hand
on Walters arm.
Aippy sat with Dick samp in
the front row. The church was
dimly lighted. Sunshine, coming
through a stained glass window,
touched the altar with rainbow
tints.
Terry held JAMS hand. His
voice was husky when he made the
responses.
Walter watched mis- daughter in
a fearful. restrained sort Of way.
Walter knew what was in store
for his beloved child, he was half
sick with apprehension.
Mippy looked straight ahead.
stonily dry eyed. She was to re-
main with Jan In Bridgetown and
already her neck feathers were
rising as she sensed the conflict.
One Heartache
Terry had one small heartache.
Only q few of his congregation
had wished him well. a very few.
He loved his church and its people
and their indifference was a nag
ging hurt
However. he loved Jan vastly
more and his marriage was the
most joyous event in his joyous
young life.
Jan changed 10 a dark suit and
lowered hat They lunched and
left the hotel in her roadster. The
honeymoon was to be spent in the
Ozarks.
Walter and hippy and Dick
Samp. six bell boys and the hotel
manager. saw them off with rice
and old shoes. The married life
OF Jan and Terry had begun.
That night, in a little mountain
inn, Terry led Jan to small bal
cony.
The moon. mistily silver, shone
on wooded hills. Terry raised his
face and closed his eyes.
Heavenly Father" he said. II
bring you my wife. VIII you show
me the way TO make her happy
always Let me know. at the end
Of the road. that I was worthy Of
the great gift OF Jan and let me
humbly thank you for her"
JAMS face was also raised. but
her eyes were not closed. Her
face was turned to Terry. she
gazed at his profile with childish
alteration and worship.
Quietly
Terry drew her to him and she
rested quietly in his arms. rs He
there ;" she asked. did He hear
you. >"
Yes. darling"
viii ] find Him sometime >"
Yes" His lips brushed her
smooth cheek.
I'm sure III like Him" she
went on naively. Anyone who is
a friend Of yours Ia a friend Of
mine"
II was a hlisSful week. Terry
was not a young clergyman with
the responsibility OF a eongrega-
ton on his mind. Jan was not
the number one glamour girl Of
Manhattan. They were lovers. a
man and woman beginning life to-
gether.
They fished for trout they
goifed and played tennis. they took
long hikes Through the mountains.
they hired two elderly horses and
followed the beautiful trails.
The hours slipped by on swift.
bresthless tread and another Sat
urday had come. Driving back to
Bridgetown and its many prob
lens. they grew silent. Once Jan
slid her hand under Terry's on the
wheel
They don't Iihe me in your
church. Terry she said wistfully
But ! like you--I love you
They vii Try 10 come between