Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1940-11-29

i u you KNOW why ADMIRE you Z!
his left hand on the wheel, his eyes
smiling at her. Was it her fancy, or
was there a caress in them?
81 hadn't noticed it. But go on"
He said: 81 admire you for your
spunk, Jean. That's one Of the most
important qualities in the world, to-
day, to my mind. You have it, and
a lot more"
"But you will admit I'm a nitwit 2"
Undoubtedly
"But not glitterbug? Not the kind
that floats through the darkness,
beautifully lit? No one can say that
about met
"Is that so, Glamour Grade AT"
II just hate that expression, Wal
teri"
"But you've created the illusion of
glamour, honey
II like being called honey. It's
sweet! But I hate illusion. I like
real things, Walter. I always did.
It wasn't my foult that mother went
and hired that beastly press-agent."
"She's off again, isn't she?" he
asked.
eyes. South" Jean sighed.
"Like the little birds in your hat
But they should be blue"
She nodded. "Oh, I've read Mae
terlinck. Bluebirds for happiness"
ut was supposed to be found at
home at the end of the tale" he said.
"And with no one ever staying at
home, isn't that a swell laugh 2"
Jean retorted.
"Wait till you see where I'm TAX
ing you to, JEAN" Walter said, as
they drove along. "We're going to
some clients of mine who are cele-
brating their golden wedding today"
Glamour Girl of 1890. Isn't that
sweet?"
cts fact. I'm taking you there
to show you there is such thing as
old-fashioned falling in love and
what's better, staying that way!"
She could have shouted: Darling
if you only knew I'm all for that my
self" But the perverse imp that
seemed to direct her conversation
when she was with Walter made her
reply: "Huh? I've been in and out
Of it myself. AS the jitterbugs say,
the brass and the reeds got hot, but
it turned out to be only clambake."
"Talk English, can't you? What
do you meant" he laughed.
"A swing band giving a poor per-
Torrance is called a clambake, Wal
ter. That's what happened to me, ro-
mantically speaking"
"You funny child"
ooh, it's crazy world, Walter!"
jeans lips trembled, and to her fur
Their annoyance two tears not only
gathered in her eyes, but spilled them
selves over the thick lashes that had
helped make her the Grade A Gla-
mour Girl she now hated.
They were in the country now. He
turned onto side road. 1t was beau
tiful even though it was winter now.
Quiet. He drew the car to the side
of the road and took her in his arms
and kissed her. To Jean it seemed
that everything stopped in that heav-
emily, breath-taking moment.
But he'd kissed her before, hadn't
he? And left her for Gaby.
Kisses meant nothing you could
count on today. He thought she ex-
pected them. He wasn't going to
disappoint her again. She pushed
him away.
Had he said: II love you, Jean,"
she would have believed him. But it
was just misconception of a gla-
mour girl.
She despised the role. But it had
taught her things. You learned new
er to show that you were hurt. To
handle situations. Keep what the
girls called "the sophisticated glaze"
Not let the men get away with any
thing. Hide your heart.
She managed brisk laugh. "On
our way for the golden wedding,
Walter! 1t sounds deliciously ar
chaic!"
On the way back, she told him:
at wasn't so bad after all. The old
couple looked pretty darned happy
5 With marriages like that, your bust
, ness would suffer-"
He said quietly: ~ don't handle SO
many divorce cases."
, "They say you always try to bring
J your sparring clients together to kiss
, and make up! That's sweet of you
, Walter, but isn't it rather poor bust
| ness from your own side?'
money isn't everything, my dear
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