Pampa Daily News from Pampa, Texas on April 22, 1937 · Page 10
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Pampa, Texas
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Thursday, April 22, 1937
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4 fflfi 1* AlH* A" j$3Ll!*¥ Q, (Continued from page i) WHITE think she's lovely? Look, that blond girl dancing with Bob . . ." Jetty looked. He saw a slim, gol- den-halred girl, and even to his untrained masculine eye it seemed fitting that she should be dressed in rich; black velvet, unadorned save for the gardenas at her shoulder. Her eye* were bright, clear blue, and the depth of their color contrasted vividly with the fairness of her skin. She looked to Jerry like a girl who had just stepped out of some rare old painting, too delicate for this mad whirl of dancing. ."She's a beauty, all right." he assured Millie enthusiastically. "And much as I hate to break your faithful Old heart, Millie. I think I'll park you over here by the palms and cut irv on her myself." Millie laughed good-naturedly. "You're not the only one thinking that. Every eye on the stag line Is following her. but Bob keeps out of the way. You haven't a chance, Jerry.' Better be contented with me for a while." Millie was right. Every time Bob Andrews approached the south end of 'the room, where the men were gathered, a dozen pair of eyes tried to catch his. a dozen hands started upward to attract his attention. But each time, he adroitly changed his course.' After his tenth failure to cut in, Jimmy Mac Arthur looked disgusted. "What's the matter with Andrews tonight?" he asked Philip Hendry, standing alongside of him. "Is he afraid we'll eat her?" Philip shrugged carelessly. "It's plain to see," he remarked with a touch of superiority, "that he begrudges you the lady's company." "Can't say I blame him," Jimmy admitted. "Who is she. Phil?" "My uncle's secretary, Joan Barrett." ' "Joan Barrett, eh? Does she live here in Green Hills?" ' "No. In town." He smiled provokingly. "And you won't find her listed in the phone book." Philip edged away from the group. a little amused at this excitement Miss Barrett was causing. For his own part he cared little for girls of the fragile blond type. Give him a warm red-head any day, or a dashing black-eyed Susan like his sister, Sybil. . . . Where was Sybil tonight. anyway? She'd give him the devil If he didn't put in an appearance. His eyes strayed over the other couples on the floor. Presently he saw her coming toward him, dancing with Jim Neil. Philip smiled approvingly as he watched her. His sister, he told himself, was certainly the finest looking woman in Green Hills. Tonight, in a gorgeous gown of metal cloth Which emphasized every line of her tall, slim body, she was smart, sophisticated, delicately arrogant. For the moment she seemed unus- .ually gay. Her white teeth, strong and brilliant against the deep carmine of her lips, flashed constantly as she chatted with her partner. Her dark eyes roved provokingly over the dancers, yet Philip noticed they carefully avoided the stag line, as if she were afraid their challenge might go unanswered. At any other time, Sybil Hendry would have been the undisputed focus of every male eye; tonight she was feeling the new competition which her uncle's secretary was offering. She was feeling it. and despite her sparkling gayety, she was not enjoying it. For more than one reason .... Philip, quick to understand his sister's moods, saw beyond the quick flash of her smile, the cool abandon of her dancing. He saw the smoldering fire in her blue-black eyes, the tense poise of her dark head, the tiny pulse which beat spasmodically in her white throat whenever she struggled to hold her feeling in control. He waited until Jim Neil came abreast of him again, then he stepped forward and tapped him on the shoulder. With a casual "Hello, Phil." Neil surrendered his partner. Philip guided his sister's steps to the center of the floor without speaking. With light mockery in his tone, he sang softly the words of the orchestra's selection: "A fine romance, with no kisses— A fine romance, I think this is." "Keep still!" Sybil snapped, abruptly. Her brother laughed. "Nice of me, wasn't it, to give you a chance to be yourself?" He whirled her past Bob Andrews and Joan Barrett, smiling graciously at Joan as he did so. "If you have to be jealous, Syb," he murmured, "why must you look the part, for every cat in Green Hills to find it out?" "That little upstart!" she whispered through clenched teeth. "I don't see why Bob hasn't better taste than to briijg the office help out here." "I'm afraid it goes deeper than that, Sybil," Philip said, not unkindly. He felt rur arm, resting lightly on his, go tense. "It can't!" she said defiantly. "I won't let it!" Philip said nothing. He felt a little sorry for Sybil/ He knew, as no one else had ever guessed, how desperately—and how futilely— she had loved Bob ever since that first eve- nlng, five years before when their Heating Engineer tjien Ragsdale, heating engineer find contractor, will furnish plans, specifications and estimated cost tor » modern steam beating plant free. feet us solve your heating problems. MT'W ^^ Glen Ragadale Plumbing and ,»He&tJn# Co. 829 Wwt foster, Paropa, Texas He saw a slim, golden-haired girl <•), . . . .She looked like a girl who had just stepped out of some rare old picture, too delicate for this mad whirl of dancing. uncle had brought the young man home to dinner. "The best bond salesman the company ever had," Uncle John told them then; now. five years later, Bob Andrews was a junior partner, with every prospect of heading the Hendry organization eventually. He was as striking in appearance as Sybil; he had the same dark, blue- black hair, the same straight classic features, the same flashing smile. But there the likeness ended. Where Sybil's eyes were mysteriously cold, no matter how gayly she smiled, Bob's were warm and twinkling. Where she was superficially gay and charming and calculating, with a quick smile to serve her purpose, he was naturally and sincerely friendly, with as hearty a grin for the bootblack who shined his shoes as he had for his wealthiest customer. For five long years, Sybil had loved him. Because of his association with her uncle, they were constant companions; he was a thoughtful and attentive escort. Yet, despite every effort she had put forth to deepen their relationship, he was still as unattainable, as impersonal, as he had been on the occasion of their first meeting. He was the one thing in life which she craved above all else; his love was the only thing of which she had ever been deprived. And now, it seemed, he was ready to throw it away on some designing, doll-faced stenographer. Chapter II The boys in the orchestra picked up their tiny megaphones and har- monized the chorus of their song, Lights, for the moment, were seductively dimmed. The wildly spiritec tone of the music gradually became tender. Unconsciously, the younger dancers pressed their cheeks a little closer; the older men tightenec their hold about matronly waists Bob Andrews, skirting the edge o: the floor, maneuvered his partner through an arched doorway onto a quiet side porch. "There!" he said with satisfaction "It's good to get out of that din ... "The music is perfect, Bob," Joai corrected. "Maybe so. But I was crazy to bring you here tonight." His eyes worshiped the clearcu profile of her face, the proud lift o her chin, and his heart quickened to this chance of being alone. Joan raised her eyebrows in mile Surprise, "why?" ifte asked, smiling up at him. "Dont your neighbors like me?" , "Like you!" They Walked over to ;he porch railing, BeloW them on the «rrace, the evergreens, festooned with gay red and green and yellow anterns, gleamed brightly, and the reflection of the lights lent a glow of colorful enchantment to the porch. "Like you!" Bob repeated, linking ler arm more tightly in his. "Every man in the place is ready -to eat me alive for keeping you to myself this way." Still looking down at her, he caught the beauty of that moment mirrored in her wide blue eyes. . "Joan, darling," he said with in- inite tenderness, "dO you know that you're the loveliest girl in all the world?" No. But I know that I'm the happiest—tonight." She smiled wistfully. "Won't you share it ( my dear?" Joan dropped her eyes under his ntense gaze. "I could be the happiest man in ,he world tonight," lie went on. You could make me, JOan." When she did look up, there were tears glistening on her lashes. 'Bob, my dear! It's so impossible— o utterly—" "Impossible to love me?" She started, and, for one brief intent, he read the answer in her yes. Then his arms were about her, ijs lips seeking tier's. At first she truggled against him, then slowly, in esignation to a force stronger than her will, she gave up to the full ecstasy of his embrace. Inside, the music struck a livelier note, the dancing became more spir- ted; voices were raised in a babbling confusion. But here on the tiny jorch, were only two people in all he world; two who had just discovered the answer to the everlasting mystery of life. After a moment, he released her. She drew back, frightened at herself, and caught her breath sharply. Her eyes, as she looked up at him, were wide and fearful. , "You do love me, Joan. Don't try to deny it." "Oh, Bob, please listen to me. I can't love you. I mustn't. Won't you understand? I couldn't ever make you happy . . ." He shook his head, contradicting her words. He smiled joyfully down at her. "You have made me happy, my darling, I'm the happiest man in the world, as I told you I would be. I'm ng to marry you, Joan. Do you lear me? I'm not asking you to marry me ... I've done that too often. I'm telling you, now. I'm going to marry you." The music stopped abruptly. For a brief second there was a breathless stillness. Then, from far above them, the clock in the steeple of the Inn struck one. Joan slipped out of Bob's arms; she held him off at arm's length as she spoke .to him. . It's our family's whiskey, neighbor—and neighbor, it's 'your price! Speaking of Mild and Tasty— folks have bought 2 million cases of Our Family's Whiskey! J ust a week ago Friday they took this picture, when the creek was all swoll up and some early dogwood was out and the gully looking prettier than anything. It shows you the little party we put on as a kind of special thingcelebratingthe 2 millionth case of our Family's Whiskey. If you study real close, you can make out the 2,000,000 stamped right onto the case. Everybody was sure surprised at seeing how much of The Wilken Family Whiskey we'd turned out, and all remarked how it just went to prove you folks must be finding it's got the mildness and real extra tastiness you've been hunting around after. Well I told everybody those 2'million cases was just a drop in the bucket compared to the number of cases the Wilken Family has put out, if you take Grandpa Wilken and Pa Wilken into account. THE fv "Bob—" She stopped abruptly, looking over his shoulder toward the doorway. Sybil Hendry stood behind them, and her eyes were cold AS' Arctic ice. "Bob," she said chokingly, "I'm being caught in some magic spell. I mustn't let it overcome- me. I cari- not marry you. No matter how we feel— 1 ' "You mean there's someone else, Joan? Someone you've already married?" "No. There's no one else. It's not as easy as that." "Then what is it, my dear? Can't you tell me—so that we can work it out together?" "I can't tell you, Bob. There's something in my life that I would rather die than have you find out, because if you did, you would hate me." For a moment he stood there, looking into her eyes, trying to draw out their secret. Then he made his decision. "Listen to me, Joan," he said in all seriousness. "With all my heart, I love you. Whatever .the past .holds, we'll forget together. Whatever the future brings, we'll fight together. But I'm going to marry you." She stopped abruptly, looking over his shoulder toward the doorway. Following her glance, he turned around. Sybil Hendry stood behind them, and her eyes were cold as Arctic ice. "Hello Sybil," Bob greeted cordially. As Sybil looked at him, her lips were smiling, and she forced a bright gayety into her voice. "Am I intruding? 1 ' she asked. She came forward, extending both hands to Bob. Her eyes were in the shadows, so that he could not read the fierce anguish hidden in their depths. "Of course not, Sybil," Bob returned exuberantly. "And listen, you shall be the first to hear that Joan is going to marry me. Wish us luck, Sybil!" "Marry you?" She choked over the words, and her hand flew nervously to her throat. Quickly, however, she fiersett. "Sobf" she e*. claimed, and her tone Was gay to the point of hysteria, "Ms sttnpljr wet* whelnted with stirpHsel" She did not Wish him luck, she did not look at Joan. But JOatt, too frightened and confused herself ftt Bob's irrevocable announcement, did not notice the omission. I must tell your uncle. Sybil." Bob rushed oh. "Know where he is?" No. No, I don't. Probably down at the bar ....'" We'll find him. Come along, Joan, I'm telling everybody before you try to back out." inside, the orchestra began "Auld Lang Syne." and the dancers Were forming themselves into an enormous circle to sihg the refrain. Merry voic* es called out cheery greetings to special acquaintances, and friendly hands reached out to draw elusive Stragglers Into the singing citcle. Sybil Wathed Bob weave his way In and out among them, his arms held protectingly around the. girl he had chosen in preference to her. She saw the glad light in his eyes as he refused to be drawn into the circle— the glad light she had never been able to arouse. It seemed as if all the world had suddenly stopped—as if the end of life had come as well. She Was so cold that she shook like a leaf in the wind; yet in her brain a white- hot fire was raging—a fire of anger and jealousy and bitter hatred. And through the mad flames that were her thoughts, one sentence rang out, loud and true and unforgettable. "There's something in my life that I would rather die than have you find out, because if you did, you would hate me." She had heard the words distinctly and unmistakably. Now they seared themselves indelibly into her brain. Suddenly her white teeth flashed and she began to laugh, quietly at first, then so increasingly loud that those inside who heard her were a little startled. (To Be Continued) Mr. and Mrs. Harvey Todd have moved to Amarillo and are at home a,t 1009 West. 14th street. NOTICE TO CREDITORS OF THE ESTATE OF NICK BOHR, JR., DECEASED. Notice is hereby given that original letters testamentary upon the estate of Nick Bohr, Jr., deceased, were granted to me, the undersigned, on the 6th day of April, 1937, by the County Court of Gray County, Teixas. ' : All persons having claims against the said estate are hereby required to present the same to me within the time prescribed by law. My residence and post office ad- d:ress are Box 183, Groom, Carson County, Texas. RAPHAEL J. BOHR. Independent Executor of the Estate of Nick Bohr, Jr., Deceased. (April 22-29-May 6-13.) . 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