Henderson daily dispatch., 1945-03-06
G1ElEa CONES IOlS
@~EslF@ IT, YaYHese4sa by Watkins E. Wright
by Watkins &. Wright

Ter homestead which Ageie had
stuck IN the mirror. A eroup of
young people was sitting on the
Wlde front porch: Paul Wentworth.
with Zoe Norris lose beside him
ana Aggle-Who had been home on
a short Vacation-eyeing them with
a decidedly skeptical expression.
Looking at it, Helen remembered
That she was the one who had oper-
dttd the camera, and that it wa
on The particular day that she had
begun to wonder seriously about
Paul, wonder why he had stopped
talking 50 much and so enthusi-
astlcally about their approaching
marriage. Aggie, who never missed
a thing, had done some wondering
also. That guys too handsome for
his own good" she had remarked.
And what that little fluff brain
Zoe is doing to his ego is certainly
a caution And later, after she had
returned to New York. she had
written: you should have been
operating a machine gun on that
day. Helen, instead of a camera"
Perhaps Aggie was right. Helen
thought, turning the snapshot face
down behind a vase. Anyway, the
fact that nearly everyone in town
knew that she and Paul were en-
gagged had apparently made no diff
ference at all to Zoe. She worked
from the basis that all was fair
and no holds barred-When two
girls wanted the same man. What
had once been a tWosOme-paul
Wentworth and Helen Miller-had
become a trio; or what AgSie
called lone Of those internal tri-
angles"
Maybe she should have tried a
great deal harder to hold Paul, to
keep him for herself alone-espe-
cially after all the heartache she
had experienced when the gossips
began saying that he was meeting
Zoe Norris OF the sly. Maybe she
should have
just then the buzzer rang.
She stepped to the door and
pressed the button that would re-
lease the lock downstairs.
After waiting a moment or two,
she opened the door and walked
out into the hall.
1.-TWO flights up, you know" she
called down over the banister.
Good for the fgger"
"Hello!" Philip Brownell said,
looking up through the stairwell.
He was a little on the Gary Coop
er order, she decided. Nice broad
shoulders, crisp dark hair, and eyes
that had a twinkle in them. Over
six feet tall. probably. and not in
the least stopped. Hes exactly
what I'd want my own son to be-"
Aunt Minerva had said, eff I had
one. Or my nepheW-in-law, if I'm
ever fortunate enough to have one
presented to me-" Aunt Minerva,
developing matchmaking tenden-
cies, and not being at all subtle
about it.
Philip reached the top of the
stairs. "All set to go?' he asked.
"All set" said Helen.
II brought you some gardenias,'
said Philip AS they walked into the
living room. II wanted to bring you
flowers that would make you think
of home. Gardenias do smell and
look a little like u Cape Jasmine,
you know, so 1 chose them"
THANK you very much" Helen
said. THAT was very thoughtful Of
you" And as she took the box from
him, she could hear Paul Went
worth saying Darling, your skin
is just like the petals of Il gar
denia-so white, and velvety, and
fragrant" She brushed side the
memory. "They're lovely! she said
as she lifted the folds of tissue.
II got a touch of nostalgia my
self" Philip confessed. "when !