The Ypsilanti daily press. (Ypsilanti, Mich.) 1928-1962, 1942-05-09
ORPHAN IN D|A| 'ONDS

|, lavish beauty. Yet, Anette enjoyed
none Of it. She was too upset. Why
hadn't her grandmother, along with
her fanatical ideas Of character
building, given some advice on
marriage? Not that it would have
done much good, because, in her
widest dreams, Granny would
never have envisaged a marriage
like this. She couldn't have under
stood a man letting his bride sit in
a hotel lobby.
Anette couldn't understand It
either. Why hadn't Larry made the
simple telephone call that would
have spared her this embarrass-
ment? Why should she be left
waiting, Inundated and fright
ened? Because she was both, be-
meath her outward, spunky atd-
tude.
Everything happened at once.
Out Of the corner Of her eye Anette
saw Mr.. Matthews talking over the
telephone. At the same time a gray
haired, angular woman approached
the desk. The telephone CONVERSE
ton was brief and consisted mainly
Of head-nodding and blushing on
the part OF the desk clerk. Anette
knew it was Larry on the other
end Of the wire. In answer TO the
woman. Matthews nodded and
blushed some more and finally
spread his hands alphabetically, fu-
tilely.
The gray-haired woman moved
to Anette. Mrs. Peyton, / am
Katie, Miss brakes maid. l am so
dreadfully sorry you have been
mistreated.' She reached for the
dressing case. Il was amazed when
Mr.. Matthews asked me about you.
Naturally, l supposed you were be-
ing we'll received. Mr. Peyton is
going to be very displeased."
But it is Mr.. Peyton's fault. He
didn't telephone and make arrange
ments." AS they walked past the
desk Anette found she could not
look at the naughty clerk. Not even
to SAVIOR his cowed look. She would
have burst into tears Of mortifica-
ton.
On the sixth floor, Katie led her
to Larry's suite. She set the small
dressing case on a bedroom bench
and gave it critical look. What
about your other luggage, Mrs.
Peyton? You'll want something
pressed for the party"
Anette was startled. Party ?"
Yes. Miss Drake is giving you
wedding reception after the per-
Torrance tonight"
Though she fought against 1t, the
girl felt herself grow taut. She
managed to say noncommittally.
How nice" She could not tell this |
kindly middle-aged woman that she |
wished August Drake would leave |
them alone, now and forever. Lug
gage wouldn't make any difference. |
Katie. The only evening dress l |
have Is packed in here" She
opened the case and lifted out the
crumpled white lace. Without look
ing at the maid, she said, 1T really
sn't much Of a dress"
How ridiculousi" Katie cut In
With brusqueness that comforted
It's lovely. A good pressing is
What 1t needs. I'll take II with me
low. You come up as soon as YOU
AN. Miss brakes suite is on the
.op foor-1802-A. Miss Drake
kinks you should be there to re-
GIVE any guests-who might arrive
'efore she gets home"
After Katie had gone, the girl
moved slowly, and with uncertain
y through Larry's small apart
nent. Outside Of the many articles
4 clothing hanging In the closet
suits, coats, robes, dozens of
a snapshot on the
'edside table. there was nothing
ersonal in the bedroom. The pic.
ure, man and woman feeding
undreds Of chickens, was so Iudi-
rous In connection with Larry that ,
puzzled her.
In the living room she found a
monograph with a record OF The {
cry Thought Of You" already on. /
he turned it on and moved to