Evening Star Newspaper, July 1, 1936, Page 27

WHAT HAS GONE BEFORE. Patsy Warfleld. on the nizht of the pariz &iven in honor of her betrothal Dick Bowie, voung scientist and neighbor. meets Les Cavendish, fiying ace of the Navy. who has been brought t0 the scene by Patsy's brother Ted also a naval officer A strange bond gprings up between Patsy and Lee Fatss's heart is a-flutter. for she is afraid of Lee because of his attractive- nese. She had seen her mother suffer because Patsy's father was also in the Patsy and Lee. left together for A few moments measure each other when Virginia. Ted's flame. ap- pears on the scene. Later Virginia informe Patsy that Lee ia a married man. the hushand of Kitty Cavendish. who is in Reno seeking a divorce And Virginia proceeds 1o tell Patsy that she herself has set her feather to eapture Lee Ted overhears the re- mark_and gends Patsy from the room e face white with raze. he facel Ifeinia alone Patsy goes to her flance and krandfather for safety Then. as she and Dick stand en the porch of the old home. a storm sud- denly blows up CHAPTER TIL ICHARD'S hands fell quickly R from her face and Patsy’s head turned just a little. Her heart began to throb. Lee Cavendish gtood there. a dull flush in his bronzed cheeks, embarrassment and a little something else, too, in his blue eves He said. as easily as if he had not come upon them unexpectedly: “Your grandfather has some splendid Reuterdahls of destroyers, Patsy. And I envy his books. I must have opened B0 volumes and every page was cut.| You can tell his library isn't just & library in name only—it's used!" Then he offered them a cigarette and lit one for himself. He stayed with them a moment smoking leisurely, talking—gay. easy, witty things. with & vein of the most graceful tact run- ning through his words. At last he left. saying something about the gale that was howling around Tree Tops; and when he was gone the sun parlor, to Patsy, turned chill as though a door had been left open to that cold east wind She turned quickly to Richard. Her eheeks were pale and there was a strange luminous flush in her eyes. She caught his hand and held it so|he thought he must be a gangste:. | tightly that her nails dug into his palms. She said: “Richard, let’s not wait until October! Let's get married temorrow!” “Patsy! Yes, she meant it. Do you mean it?” It was surely true with her golden head against his breast like that and her soft bare young arms holding him close, almost as if she were afraid of something. He could only wait until tomorrow to see if it lasted. He lifted her hand with hot impatience. kissed the palms, the defenseless wrists where the veins ran bluely. “Darling! Darling!” he said. “You don't know what heaven it's going to be—you have no idea!” Candlelight flickered over the en- gagement dinner. On the gardenias On shallow fragile glasses blown in Italv. On champagne bubbling. The grandfather clock in the hall struck 8. slowly, as if it were tired from years of chiming. And finally it struck 9 and then 10. In the hours that passed the brewing storm was forgotten in the laughter and the merry tinkle of glass and silver. As old Ephraim brought in frappes grandfather got slowly to his feet and said again how sorry he was that Marcia had been taken suddenly il and could not come down to dinner. He proposed a toast to Patsy and Richard. They all stood and drank. Virginia Keith smiled up at Lee, a wistful smile, and her other hand sur- | reptitiously touched the back of his she had tried to hold his eyes with = long. knowing. seductive look—a look to call to mind all the delights of for- bidden sweets and the ecstasy of | intrigue. The toast was over. Every one sat | down. There followed one of those heavy silences that happen occasionally | at formal dinners. Some one laughed And then Charlotte Fellow's lisp came out plainly: “Oh, listen, everybody. guess who I saw Friday! Victor Caldwell! He came out of the Peggy Stewart Inn! —and got into a big Wolls-Woyce! He looks so wich! I wonder how he makes his money! Capt. Kingston said | But Donald Murphy said ‘no'—that he thought he was in some kind of a chady wacket. What do vou all think?” | Nearly every one at the table had !|some idea about Victor Caldwell's mysterious background, but no one and the antique mirrors beneath them. | | and the happine With every glance all during dinner | THE EVENING STAR, WASHINGTON, seemed to really know anything. Tippy suggested that he might be “tops” as a gigolo—he was certainly good look- ing enough with his inky black hair and his dreamy Latin eyes. Patsy saw that Virginia Keith sat very still and a little pale during the subject of Victor Caldwell, as if uneasy. She thought: “Virginia is probably wondering if any one saw her with him at the Log Cabin Tavern that after- noon. I'd like to know if there is any- thing between them, or if he is just another man to her.” All at once there was a sound of rushing, stumbling feet on the stairs. Admiral Warfield looked up from his frappe to see Marcia standing in the hall, her auburn hair tumbled about her tear-stained face, her black silk dress wrinkled and mussed from lying on the bed. He said in & jubilant voice: “Marcia, child, I'm glad you came down!” Then his ruddy face whitened a little, for he saw the wild look in Marcia’s eyes. Marcta’s swollen, terrorized gaze | fiung about from one to the other of those at the long table, and came to rest at last uvon Patsy, who sat, wide- eved, her fingers groping neivously at the base of her throat. “Stop this noise, do you hear!” Marcia cried out in a voice that seemed whipped from her throat. “I can't stand it, see! I can't stand the | laughter and the clinking of glasses | . Ican't stand any- thing that reminds me of——" Her voice splintered and Patsy felt as if the fragments of it had pierced her own flesh. Marcia stiffened and her mouth | worked tightly against her teeth. She bent suddenly forward, her small face | ghastly colorless, her brown eyes| glazed and bloodshot. The sound of | her own voice had inflamed her now and she went on rapidly, biting off the | words: “Four years ago I sat at thls‘ table in Patsy's place! Tom sat across | from me there—there! Do any of you | know what it is to wait for a man who will never come back? Do any of | you know what it is to listen for a ! voice you'll never hear again! Do you—do you—-" | Admiral Warfield got up. He said: *“Marcia, oh. my poor child!” | Patsy could see the blood receding | from his face, leaving it almost as white as his hair, and the tears that filmed in his pale eyes. Marcia, even in her hysteria, must have seen, too, for she stood for a moment uncertain, trembling. Then she broke into tears, covering her face with her palms. She moaned: “Oh, my God, what am I Sandal Events Timed for the 4th doing—what am I doing! It's that wind out there—I can't stand that wind! The night Tom cracked up, the wind—the wind—" Admiral Warfleld said quietly: “Richard, Tippy, Ted. I wish you boys would take Marcia upstairs and make her lie down. She isn't herself. No, Patsy, I'd rather you wouldn't go. Ephraim, mix Miss Marcia a tea- spoonful of ammonia and take it up to her.” His gentle old eyes opened and closed slowly once or twice and his fingers worked nervously. Then he said to his shocked, silent guests: “If you will be good enough to excuse us—" The engagement party was over. Richard, Tippy and Ted were at Mar- cia’s side, Richard’s arm about her shoulders, urging her gently into the hall and upstairs. getting into their coats, preparing to leave, yet daring not to because of the storm. Without a word to any one, Patsy slipped out the side door and down the flagstone walk toward the gaidens, unconscious at first of the wall of wind that ran into her from the east. When she did become conscious of it she didn't want to go back, even then. face any of those people again. Suddenly the fury increased and it was impossible to turn back. She could no longer even open her eyes against the lash of the wind. It was as though she were struck blind Stark fear caught her. It had been tracking her but she had evaded it un- til now. She knew she was in no real | danger as long as the live oak resisted the storm—she had only to cling there until the fury abated—but its icy hand clutched at her heart, just the same. I was not forever that she clung there: it only seemed so. Actually it was less than 10 minutes when she RUG CLEANING STORING—REPAIRING All work done by hand— and apsolute satisfaction guare anteed. Free insurance cere tificate. Call NAtional 5346 MARK KESHISHIAN 1214 Conn. Ave. The guests were She felt as if she could never | D. C, heard the sound of & voice hurled by the wind into her ears. “Patsy!” It was Lee, calling her name through his hands, shouting with all his breath. He had seen her &0 to the side door; had never dreamed that she would go out into that tempest. But when she had not re- turned promptly he had started to look for her. She tried to answer, but the wind whipped the words back into her mouth, choking her, and fear paralyzed her throat. A moment later, as bright scissors of lightning slit the sky, Lee saw her—her white arms circling the trunk and her flimsy blue skirts flying out around her. When he reached her she let go everything and went straight into his arms. Before either of them knew what had happened, their lips were pressed together. Her arms were around him and she could feel the bones of his shoulders strong and sharp through his uniform. She did not move. She didn't want to. His lips were like a touch of flame on her own and the burn ran through her blood, leaving an WEDNESDAY, ache of rapture, fear and utter capitu- lation in its wake. He said something The Perfect Tea for JULY 1, 1936. beneath his kiss, but only a shout could have been heard. Then he caught her arm and led her back to the house, his fine strength making nothing of the wind. On the side porch, out of the gale, Lee took her by the shoulders and swung her sharply around so that he could look searchingly into her eyes. He said: “Patsy, did you mean to re- turn my kiss like that? Did you? It wasn't just that you were afraid out there——" His hands were hurting her arms. Suddenly a feeling of dread possessed her—something relentless out of the big house—something relentless out of the past. Faces crowded into her brain—her mother's pale stricken face with the haunted dark eyes; Mar- cia's face—Ted's. 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