Henderson daily dispatch., 1941-09-12
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CHAPTER ONE

l''tlSf4 AND Toby were taking
her to the tram. They'd brought
her a corsage of fragrant lilics-of-
the valley. Something to put you
in the mood" Louise said. It's A
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 ccrc-
mony.'
"The last one was in New York"
Halle said, pinning the flowers to
her suit coat.
There We're other flowers that
had come a short time before from
her beloved. They lay in their cello
phanc 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
u paper and boxes, discarded
clothing on chairs and the other
bed. In the big closet which she'd
VIVA >iNti ii Jul OF ILLS ldSl IlO-
ment, there remained but the one
big box on the shelf.
She was reaching for it when
u 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 or
which it lay. Halle looked at il
long, but she did not take it out
She let the veil fall back into the
lines that had been six years in the
making. She would tell Louise t.
take the box away as it was.
The lid was half in place Whe1
she saw the little leather-cOvereC
diary in the corner of the box.
Her hands were not quite stead,
when she opened it.
1t fell open to a page with a date
Hne-Aug. IS, 1935-and there wa.
a single entry:
Went to the hospital to see IN,
poor victim. His name is Fri
Adams and he's sweet! / Shal
have to do much to make up TO
what I have done to him.
Halle looked up from the page
then she crossed the room to he
dressing table, and with the end c
an eyebrow pencil she crossed on
the last sentence of the entry.
Il did all 1 could" she said a
she dropped the diary into the fir
that burned on the hearth. Sh
would eve think Of the thing
that we're written in that diar
again. But how, she wondered, sue
denly sick at heart, could it all /
erased? How would she ever no
be able to forget it all?
Louise poked her head in tt
door. ''TaXis don't have Wings" ST
said.
Louise slipped her arms into IL
silver fox jacket. I'm all ready
she answered. How do I look 2"
Like the cover of next month
fashion magazine. Well, here
where New York loses it's smarte
fashion model"
Halle looked at her har
LOUISE" she said gravely. do y(
suppose it will be possible to 70
get everything that's happened
Louise had her eyes on h
WristWatch, "Of course it will /
Self-disciDline does it. You know
you say, I won't ever think of Il
things l don't want to remember
IN give your method a chance
Halle promised.
She tried. reading, thinking
the man she a going to mar.
and the way his eyes crinkled ,
at the corners with his rare laug
ter. But at night when she lay
her berth. the turning wheels b
meath her commanded: Rememb
remember remember.
Halle Singleton she was the
the year that Martin Bosw,
brought his company of SUNNI
players up to Worburn, and rent
al old unused church in which
present his weekly plays.
She was 21-iust six years az