The Wilmington morning star., 1947-05-29

.e' O-ane mad rushed way. And
1Ee way she said it?"
But Paula let J.. Emmett stand
scoWling down at his cigar and
went On quietly with her packing.
Diane had her clothes scattered
over the bedroom when Bill came
IN. He found her sitting on the
edge of her bed, considering q
green chiffon evening gown of last
winter.
Whats all this, DIP"
She ran to him. Bill, Dad and
Paula are going to London!
They're flying to New York to-
morrow and sailing-really l don't
know on what boat or just what
hour. And Dads asked rne to 60
along!" She stood before him, her
face radiant over the filmy green
Of the dress still IN her hands
you've said you'd go?" Bills
tone was sharp with surprise.
She thought it was his dislike
Of her spending any Of her ia.
theirs money; she cried, impa-
tiently: BILL, forget your pride,
just for once! After all, I'm still
Dads daughter!"
Bill stiffened. "It happens, in
this instance, that Pm thinking Of
your condition. You might be sea-
sick and you're certain to exhaust
yourself sightseeing. l consider it
is within my rights, under the rir-
cumstances, to forbid even a
plane trip!"
Diane had not expected this. She
stared at Bill, not able for a mo-
ment to believe he was serious
Then her eyes blazed.
my condition! You make me
hate-being this way! AS if l were
a breeder! As if I. myself. didn't
count! Why, girls go on doing
everything. just the same. Joan
Dexter rode horseback last fall
right up 10 the day her baby was
Dor. Phyllis Mitchell went into a
tournament"
"1'm not interested in what they
did," Bill put in, walking past
Diane to the bureau. "They
weren't having my son!"
Diane laughed shrilly. "Your
son! I suppose if it's a girl you'll
throw it out"
Bill wheeled around, came back
TO her, concerned and ccnciliating.
'Di, whatever is the matter
with you? Darling, do get hold of
yourself! What I said doesn't war
rant an answer like that. Natural
ly I keep thinking of it as a son,
every man does, I suppose" He
put his arms around her. "And
you'll see my objections to such
a trip very reasonable when you
quiet down"
Suddenly Diane was quiet. But
it was a too-still quiet. She moved
away from him. Dinner will be
ready when you are" She put the
dress on the bed, went out of the
room.
After dinner she telephoned to
her father. 81 can't go, Dad.
There are major obstacles. Have
a grand time"
Over J. Emmet's growl she hur-
ried a last goodby and hung ur
the receiver.
AS she turned from the tele-
phone Bill put his hands on her
held her a little away
from him to search her face with
a stern questioning. "Are you
sorry you married me. Di::"
tNo." Then Diane threw herself
against him, chung to him. 1t was
frightening to hear It in words.
No" she repeated against his
shoulder.
He held her, gently, and her
panic subsidized. Later, sitting
close TO him in the car in the
dark Of the parkway at the water
front she said: I'm really not
crushed, Bill, about not going. 1t
seemed a grand idea at the NO
ment, but I'd have missed you
terribly" She had had time to
that; she wanted him to
znow that it was the impossibility
Of separating herself from him
that had brought her to reason.
But Bill said: eff you'd told
your father how things are ne
never would have suggested it.
Don't you think, Di, it's time"
Diane shook her head.
you're funny, Di! With no
mother of your own to 60 to, I
think you'd like to talk it
,ver with mine"
"That's what I don't want to
TO-" Diane cried, before she could