The Ypsilanti daily press. (Ypsilanti, Mich.) 1928-1962, 1942-05-12

dozens and dozens Of guests drank
toast to them. The musicians left
off with their eating and drinking
to play the opening bars Of the
Wedding March" 1t was unbeliev-
ably exciting. Even the four Sealy-
hams escaped from August's bed
room to bark and run about fren-
ziedly. Larry made a speech. Then
Anette made a speech. That is. she
began speech. which after a doz-
en- words deserted her. AS a substi-
tute for words, she threw up her
left hand, so that the diamonds bit
back at the lights. like a million
spangles beneath gigantic spot, a
gesture so childish and thrilled that
everyone burst out laughing.
Everyone except August and Lois
Lyndon.
The actress looked stupefed. The
blond debutante lost her glacial ap-
pearance and glowered- heatedly.
Anette did not care. Let August
cook. Let Lois have her money. She
had Larry and actually the evening
celebration was her show. Her
beautiful and exciting. completely
golden and sparkling show.
When Anette awoke the follow
ing day, a little after o'clock.
Larry was sitting up in bed, read
ing the paper, looking through it
rather. From beneath her straight
black lashes, she watched him pillow
impatiently through sheaf after
sheaf, then stop abruptly to read,
his face mellowed by a slight grin.
A moment later he ripped out the
gratifying columns. discarded the
other pages and reached for an
other newspaper, whereupon he
went through the same fustered,
rafting procedure.
II dawned upon the still sleepy
Anette that he was reading the
wedding publicity. You must think
you look pretty good" she COM
mented drowsily.
Il do. my beloved, I do. So does
August. But you are decidedly the
Little Mouse type" He bent to
give her an affectionate kiss.
And who is to blame? No one
but you" She raised herself and
leaned against his shoulder to
see the photographs. "Oh," she
groaned, but / am a country cous-
in" A bit angry. she reproached
him. You didn't have to make me
a plain Jane"
rs that so? Take q longA I'M
biased look at yourself sometime.
Mrs. Peyton. You look like a baby.
You'll have to do something about
II, my pet. was kidded unmerci-
fully last night about my child
wife-after all. this isn't India"
When she did not answer Larry
stopped reading to look at her. She
was lying fat on her back, her left
hand held aloft, eyes intent on the
wriggles Of her fourth finger. He
kissed her again. Seriously my
darling Dora Copperheld, can't YOU
manage to look a little older, I
have an occasional gray hair. YOU
Know. Premature, naturally" he
rushed to say. but none the les,
gray"
She sat up and stiffened. Now.
Larry, IL you think I'm going
around looking like a backwoods
dud simply to appear older"
It's your clothes, mainly.
Anette. That school kid beret and
all those sweaters and blouses and
skirts"
The girls voice clouded. Those
are the only kind OF clothes have
They are left from school. I have |
to wear them"
"Oh, no you don't, That's what
I'm trying TO tell you. Go buy some |
new ones. For Petes sake don't lug |
over and more junk from the Four |
Arts club. Good radiance. Go buy
a sophisticated suit OF some sort |
and couple Of silk prints. Buy a
nat with a veil and some ear orna.
nents and some good gloves. And. |
before l pass out. get a new fur
coat Toss that leopard affair into