The Ypsilanti daily press. (Ypsilanti, Mich.) 1928-1962, 1941-11-15
CHAPTER ONE

LOUISE AND Toby were taking
her to the train They'd brought
her a corsage of fragrant lilies-of-
the valley. Something to put you
In the mood" Louise said It's
long ride to Miami. even with
new bridegroom waiting to claim
you at the other end Oh, Halle,
do wish you'd let us give you the
wedding here in New York. You're
going so far away for the cere-
mony."
"The last one was in New York"
Halle said, pinning the flowers to
her suit coat
There were other flowers that
had come a short time before from
her beloved. They lay in their cello
plane box on the bed beside her
silver fox jacket, her gloves and
bag. The bed was an island Of neat
ness in the bedroom; everywhere
else there was a confusion of It's
sue paper and boxes, discarded
clothing on chairs and the other
bed. In the big closet which she'd
been clearing out at this last mo-
ment, there remained but the one
big box on the shelf
She was reaching for II when
Louise presented an anxious face
at the door Ready"
Five minutes, darling"
Louise went out again and Hal
lie took down the big box and lift
ed the cover. There was a mist be-
fore her eyes as she lifted the tulle
veil with its cap Of seed pearls. The
tulle was creased, but it was snowy
white, so white it pointed up the
faint yellow Of the satin gown un
which it lay. Halle looked at it
long, but she did not take 1t out.
She let the veil fall back into the
lines that had been six years in the
making. She would tell Louise to
take the box away as 1t was.
The lid was half in place when
she saw the little leather-covered
diary in the corner Of the box.
Her hands were not quite steady
when she opened it.
1t fell open to page with a date
llne-Aug. IS. 1935-and there was
a. single entry:
Went TO the hospital to see my
poor victim. His name is Eric
Adams and he's sweet / shall
have 10 do much 10 make up for
what I have done 10 him.
Halle looked up from the page,
then she crossed the room to her
dressing table, and with the end o.
an eyebrow pencil she crossed out
the last sentence Of the entry.
II did all I could" she said as
she dropped the diary into the fire
that burned on the hearth. She
would never think of the things
that were written in that diary
again. But how, she wondered, sud
denly sick at heart. could II all be
erased? How would she ever now
be able to forget it all?
Louise poked her head in the
door. "Taxis don't have wings" she
said.
Louise slipped her arms into the
silver fox jacket. I'm all ready"
she answered. How do 1 look ?"
Like the cover Of next months
fashion magazine. Well, here's
where New York loses its smartest
fashion model
Halle looked at her hard.
Louise" she said gravely. DO YOU
suppose II will be possible to for
get everything that's happened ,"
Louise had her eyes on her
wristwatch. "0f course II will be.
Self-discipline does II. You know
you say, I won't ever think of the
things don't want to remember"
III give your method a chance"
Halle promised.
She tried. reading. thinking OF
the man she was going TO marry
and the way his eyes crinkled I'D
at the corners with his rare laugh
ter. But at night when she Law in
her berth. the turning wheels be-
meath her commanded: Remember
remember remember.
Halle Singleton she was then
the year that Martin Boswell
brought his company Of summer
players up to Worburn. and rented
an old unused church in which to
present his weekly plays.