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Home My WebLink AboutThe Wingham Advance-Times, 1936-09-10, Page 6WINGHAM ADVANCE-TIMES Thursday, Sept, 10th, 1936 Make Believe Bride I by Ruth Harley SYNOPSIS: Maris Trevor is dis couraged because Rod O’Rorke spends all i-his money developing an invention which he hopes will pro vide an income so that they can marry, Maris thinks they should en- j»y the present ’rather than deny themselves for the future. She be comes uncertain of her love for Rod. Perhaps there would be more happi ness with someone else..................... * * * “Then you’ve got an appetite after all?” he declared as he started. "Yes, this is delicious,” she replied, “I guess you were right. I’m posi tively hungry,” Something seemed to warn Maris, now, that she had better draw Rod’s attention to the food, ra ther than let him. get sentimental. She felt strangely undecided about .what her answer to a proposal would be. However, she could not defer that answer indefinitely and so an hour later as dusk was falling and they strolled through Van Cortlandt Park, % once more Rod told her of his love. “Tell me you’ll marry me, Maris,” he begged as he caught her to his heart, and, beneath the light of the full -.moon, looked hungrily into her great r dark eyes. > Her heart hammered furiously. She loved this man madly. She longed to throw her arms about his neck, to' kiss him rapturously, and whisper, “Yes,” but something told her, if she did, she must end all her dreams about Stan. If she gave Rod the pro mise that he wanted, lie would insist •on her wearing his ring, and if the gadget passed the tests as he felt sure it would, then there would be no ex cuse for (vaiting to get married. He would get a cheap new car, and Dulcie would be discarded. Maybe, inspite of anything she could say, Rod would insist that they live in the Country. Oh, so much would be in volved if she whispered, “Yes.” And her heart cried out insistently that she loved him, that by marrying him she would save herself from any heartbreaks she might meet if she "made up her mind to walk in ways that were foreign to the course of her life. Rod’s lips sought hers. For a long moment they held hers. Then as she moved in his arms, he whisp.ered hus kily, “You will, darling?” “Oh, Rod,” and she gave a quiver ing, hysterical little laugh, “don’t get so serious. Can’t we just be friends, like we’ve always been?” ‘ “But you love me,” he cried hoarse ly as he caught her once more to his heart. “You know you do, Maris dar ling. Won’t you be my wife?” Lightly Maris placed her hands against him as she tried to slip from his arms. How she loved him! If he kissed her once more, maybe she would not have the courage to refuse his love, and yet something seemed to keep her from giving him her an swer. Again she laughed, a falsetto note in her voice, “Oh*, Rod, this is so sudden,” she mocked. Then suddenly serious, she added, “I don’t want to think about getting married—at least not just yet.” The passion died out of Rod’s voice as his arms dropped to his sides. His sea-blue eyes seemed to search to the very depth of her being as he exclaimed. “Then you don’t love me any more. There is someone else?” • Beneath the fixity of his gaze, Maris’ thickly lashed eyelids dropped over her dark eyes. He must, not read the secret of her heart — for, even if she felt another fate might Rod’s harsh laugh cut across still air. “Thar’s a good one, Maris. Better tell that to your other boy friend. Well, good night. Dreams have a way of coming to an end.’.’ And before she could say another word, he had left her. Then as she crossed the threshold of the apartment house, a sudden ter ror seized her. Had she driven the man she loved from her side forever? Why had she not told him there was no one else, that though kshe loved him, she didn’t feel she wanted to get engaged-^-at least just yet? But even as she thought of what she might have done, what she might have said, a little imp inside her seem ed to say, “Now you can see what’s to be done with Stan Fayson. Mar riage, with a (millionaire would be much easier than with a poor man. If Rod really loves you, he’ll come back to you again. After all, a girl has the right to make things as easy the She and Rod had come to a parting' of the ways. • ■ "S be in store for her, she could not deny her love for this man who cared for her so passionately. Better keep that secret to herself. Better let Rod languish in uncertainty—at least un til she could see what the future might hold for her. “You know I like you, Rod,” she whispered, as she plucked lightly at the sleeve of his coat. “That’s not what I want, Maris. I want your love, but evidently I’m too late. Well, let’s go home,” and sil ently they went across the park. But as they reached, the apartment house where Maris lived, she whis pered, “Don’t get sore at me, Rod. Why can’t we just be friends?” WOMAN SOLOS ACROSS ATLANTIC The English woman, first of her •Sex to fly the Atlantic alone from east to west, landed at Floyd Ben* riett field Sunday with another pilot handling the “stick** but she was hap* py and delighted over the reception of 5,000 spectators and hundreds of others who waved to her during the Sh-minute automobile trip to Man hattan. It was het first trip to North America, I was made in bad storms and ended when the gasoline of her little monoplane ran out over Nova Scotia. The tiny plane, “The Mes senger,'' was damaged badly in a land ing in a. swamp near Louisburg, but Mrs. Markham showed her injuries only in a strip of adhesive over her left eye and another strip around a finger of her right hand. for herself as she can.” „ Yet another voice seemed to say, “You know you love Rod, so how can you treat him, so. What’s got into you, anyway? Stan Fayson will nev- er^ look at you. Maybe he’s really engaged to Rowene, and if he isn’t it’s more than likely that when he’s ready to marry he’ll pick some bright deb rather than a working girl.” But, shrugging her shoulders as she went ‘upstairs ,for the elevator was temporarily out of commission, she tried ?o forget about her love for Rod. She tried to banish every mem ory of his impassioned love-making. She was so tired of being poor, of working for a living, for she had started just after she got through business college. And, even if she married Rod, unless his gadget prov ed a tremendous exception, they nev er would be rich.. She would have to do all the house work—maybe even the laundry at first. Then if there were any babies —oh, the very thought of that prob lem made her sick. And yet, as she slipped her hand in her bag to get the key, she remembered she had once thought that it would be a paradise to have a home of her own, an adorn ing husband, and maybe two curly- headed cherubs to bring the final crown of happiness to her life. What had come over her, she wond ered, as she switched on the light. She could not understand herself. Once she thought she would be in an ecstasy of happiness if Rod proposed to her, and now—well, after1 she had stilled the tumult his kisses brought to her heart, she seemed to have lost interest in him. Why was it, she con tinued to wonder. Then a sense of guilt seemed to cover her with shame. She was fascinated^ by Stan Fayson and the thought that he might fall in love with her. Well, after all, a girl had to do the best for herself, especially a working girl who had little chance except by a wealthy marriage, to see the world, to have a life of ease, to wear lovely clothes and be surrounded by all the beauty her money might buy, She’d put all thoughts of Rod out of her life for the present. She must not torture herself even with the thought that her calm dismissal had hurt him. . He would get over it. Maybe ev en yet—but no, she must make no concessions about him. She and Rod had come to a parting of the ways. Yet though she calmly acknowledged it ,and tried to look at it from a worldly-wise point of view, it was strange how vividly little incidents about him rose before her as she brushed her lovely silken hair, and prepared to go to bed, There was the day they stumbled across a couple of youngsters who were fighting in the park. Grabbing one in each powerful hand, Rod had held them in the air, till suddenly through the dust smearing their faces, she could see their looks of anger turn to smiles as Rod showed them how foolish they were. ■There were other days and other happenings, and now, each seemed to take on a new significance, as though they would mutely plead the cause of this man she loved, and yet had sent from her, refusing his love. Switching off the light, she sighed impatiently, If she was to get any where she must forget about Rod. Well, tomorrow would soon.be here and in the hustle of the office there would, be little time for thinkini dreaming would be on his way to Cleveland where his" gadget was to be proved, She hoped it would be a success. Af ter all, he did deserve that, because he’d spent plenty of time and money, trying to perfect it. “What, more invitations to be ad dressed for the exposition?” question ed. Milly Tremaine, as Maris put a typewritten list and a boy of envel opes an her desk. “Yes, Miss Riggs says she’s just waiting for another bunch of names, but that will keep you busy for a while.” “Huh, and what are you going to do? Sit and twiddle your thumbs?” “No, I should say not. I’ve got a bigger list than yours, and I’d bet ter start plugging.” “Well, this exposition is certainly giving us some extra work. I won- , der if they’ll give us the chance to get in free.” “I’d say they should, seeing that Fayson’s is having one of the biggest booths on the floor.” “Well, you know what that’s for— so Stanley’s girl can have enough room to show off the bridal gown made of Fayson’s finest crepe,” Milly said. “Why shouldn’t she?” asked Maris, “Fayson’s can surely afford to spend something to put over a lovely mat erial like that. Besides, it won’t cost them a thing for modejs. That’s a pretty smart idea of Stan’s—sort of keeping it all in the family.” “Yes, someone said she was going to use the bridal gown at her own marriage,” announced Milly as she started her work. “But is she really engaged to Stan?” askedi Maris, suddenly tense as she waited for Milly’s answer. “Sure.5. I read it in the Herald’s so ciety columns—gave all the pedigree of the young man—but I reckon Ro wene didn’t have any worthwhile an cestors—it only told about the play grounds her dad had given to all the little burgs up-state.” “Well, when you’re rich you don’t need ancestors to hold you up. Gold does it well enough and lets you get in where you never could if you were poor and honest.” , A moment later, Maris seated her self, at her machine and the steady, clickety-click of her typewriter joined the chorus of the nineteen or twenty others that were in the correspond ence room. When twelve o’clock came, Maris gave a sigh of relief. Her back was aching and her fingers were positive ly tired for she’d been working furi ously to get her list finished. She had not eyen had time to glance in the direction of Stan’s office, as Miss Riggs had told the girls that the en velopes must be addressed just so—no shoddy work would be accepted. Not that she ever got that at any time, for the Fayson stenographers were a picked bunch. But now, as Maris rose from her desk and involuntarily stretched her stiff muscles, her eyes sought Stan’s office. Her eyes flashed as she whis- [without repairs,, goes out a better en- pered. to Milly, “Look!” Milly raised her head from her machine, and her eyes followed direction Maris indicated. Then rose quickly. '’Let's go past Stan’s office to the cloak room and get a better view,” she whispered. "All right,” said Maris, picking up the box of envelopes and putting them on Miss Riggs’ table. A sudden excitement had brought the color to her cheeks. “Gee, .Rowene's prettier than I thought,” remarked Milly as they walked along the corridor and glanc ed through the glass-sided office where Rowene, dressed in the expo sition bridal gown was parading be fore Stan and his father, as well as a selected group of the salesmen. ■ “Better get the photographers over right now,” the old man was saying. "We should be having some advance ig or of romance. Besides, Rod the she Business and Professional Directory Wellington Mutual Fire Insurance Co. Established 1840, Risks taken on all classes of insur ance at reasonable rates, Head Office, Guelph, Qnt. ABNER COSENS, Wingham. Dr. W. A. McKibbon, B.A. PHYSICIAN And SURGEON . Located at the Office of the Late Dr. H. W. Colborne. Agent.Office Phone 54.Nights 107 harry fry Licensed Embalmer and | Fimeral Director) Furniture and , Funeral Service Ambulance Service. Phones: Day 117. Night 109. J i DR. R. L. STEWART PHYSICIAN Telephone 29. J. W. 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