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THE STORY
CHAPTER I.—A pretty young wom
an finds herself In a taxicab in New
York with a strange man who ad
dresses her endearingly and speaks
of "an awful shock.” When he leaves
her for a moment at a drug store
•be drives on, for she fears him. She
■tops at the Biltmore, still wonder
ing who she Is. Her memory is gone.
From the evidence of her clothing and
■wedding ring, inscribed “H. L. V. to
D. M„ May 19, 1932," she concludes
■he Is married to a wealthy man. At
the Biltmore the nameless girl meets
■ young woman who speaks of her
desire to go to Reno for a divorce,
if she can get the money. The woman
vanishes with the nameless girl’s
purse, and S9OO.
CHAPTER ll.—An elderly woman,
Mrs. Oscar Du Vai, cordially greets the
nameless girl, addressing her as
"Doris,” wife of Mrs. Du Vai’s son.
Rocky. Rocky is abroad, and Doris,
•till bewildered, is taken to the home
of Mrs. Du Vai and her sculptor hus
band, Oscar. Doris falls in love with
Rocky’s photograph, but cannot re
member having married him.
CHAPTER lll.—Doris, discovering a
trademark in her clothing, visits a
New York store, and is astounded
when a saleswoman insists she hide
from observation. She goes back to
the Du Vais, more mystified than ever.
Rocky returns, to discover the decep
tion.
CHAPTER IV.—He demands to know
who she is and why his wife sent
her to his home to masquerade in
front of his innocent parents. She
cannot tell him. He assumes she is
■ome form of gold digger. They agree,
for the sake of his parents, to pre
tend, for the time being, they are
husband and wife,
CHAPTER V
Doris had a heavy sense of guilt
Now that she had found that fiXe did
not belong there, where should she go?
She thought confusedly of Rocky—
Rocky as he was, Rocky as she had
imagined him—of Mrs. Du Vai and her
kindness of the past few weeks, of
Mrs. Du Vai when she learned the
truth. At last she slept.
When she woke, the sun was shining.
The birds were singing. The paper
flowers on tUr walls were gay and
friendly. Rocky’s picture was still ar
ranged so that she could see It from
her bed. “He's too wonderful," she
thought. “Handsomer than the pic
ture, and more desirable—but—he
despises me."
Doris meditated. The situation be
tween Rocky and his wife seemed very
odd. Why was it that he did not want
to expose his false position to his fam
ily at once? Why was he not more
worried about tbe whereabouts of the
real Doris?
She opened her eyes. Rocky stood
at the foot of the bed. How long had
he been there? She went hot all over.
“Well?”
“My sweet, beautiful wife!"
She pulled the comforter up to her
chin. She tried to glare boldly back
at him but the color flew to her cheeks.
“I don't think that's very funny.”
“Funny? Gosh, it’s no Joke. I’ve
Just been with Mother and listened for
one solid hour to the epic entitled:
Lucky Rocky’s Beautiful Wife. My
sweet, beautiful wife.’’ He sighed,
smiled with patient disillusionment.
“The old pose of wounded virtue, eh?
I suppose you’re not accustomed to
having gentlemen callers in your
boudoir?
“No, I'm not.”
“But a husband is different!"
Doris was n bit startled by his con
fident manner. She watched him
stoop to flick a bit of ashes that had
dropped to the coverlet. Her foot un
der the quilts drew sharply away.
Rocky, still bending, looked up at
this movement. "So timid." He shook
his head. "Doris pulled a subtle one
on me this time. For a minute I
thought you actually were afraid of
me.”
Doris eyed him disgustedly as he
sauntered across the room. “Afraid
of you? Certainly not—but If you
were to get out, I might get up," she
said.
“Why, we’re going to have a cozy
little breakfast here together.” He
picked up a pretty slipper and began
slapping it in his palms.
“I wouldn’t want to be separated
from my wife at breakfast. Besides
Mother’s having it sent up for us. It
seems that you're In too delicate a con
dition—"
Doris scowled but she felt her cheeks
growing red. “I’m feeling quite well.”
"Yes, Mother’s been telling me that
at such a time—” he discarded the
slipper—“what a fluent liar you turned
out to be.”
Doris felt hot all over. “I didn't
make up that story. You did."
“No, Doris did. Fooled me. At
least I think so now.”
"You mean the real Doris told you
she was going to have a baby?”
He nodded.
“And she's somewhere now having
it? And you don't even care enough
about her to look It up. You ought to
be with her this minute instead of sit
ting here talking to me."
He smiled lazily. “But I’m so crazy
about you.”
Doris bit her lip angrily.
He rose. “Here's breakfast. I’ll
help you, Estelle.” He took the table
from the maid and placed it at Doris’
bed.
“I’d like to get up and get my bath
before breakfast,” said Doris.
He answered with mock tenderness,
one eye on Estelle. "Shall I help you,
Beautiful?” His hand touched the cov
erlet.
Doris could hardly speak for a min
ute. Then she raised herself sudden
ly. The comforter fell from the lace
bodice of her gown. “You’re behaving
like a boy of six.” She snatched her
lavender kimono lying over the foot
of the bed. She got into it, hardly tak
ing her eyes from Rocky’s face.
The maid left the room as she faced
him.
“If you’re embarrassed,” he began,
grinning—
“l’m not embarrassed.” She sur
veyed him calmly. His grin became
lifeless, awkward. He reddened. “Isn’t
this nil rather unnecessary?” she asked
him.
He spoke slowly, the awkwardness
disappearing. “I was Just thinking it
would have been better I guess If Doris
hadn’t sent me one as pretty as you.
I had all sorts of thoughts looking at
you a minute ago.”
She smiled gently. Her hand rested
where the robe lapped over at her
throat. The other hand held the soft
folds together on one hip. She half
wanted to add “But you know Doris
didn’t send me to you.” But there was
something vaguely pathetic about him
now. Poor fellow! He didn’t know
why she was here any more than she
did herself. And anyway she wouldn’t
start the inevitable argument until she
had to.
“You know I could almost believe
whatever you might happen to tell me
about yourself right now." His lips
moved slowly into a cynical expres
sion. “You women!”
Doris escaped Into the bathroom,
locked the door.
When she came out, she found the
breakfast table heavy with coffee,
oatmeal, grapefruit, pancakes, bacon
and sausages. In the center a bowl of
early roses lent a bridal touch. Rocky
was standing at the window, whistling.
Doris stood still, severity in her ex
pression. "It hasn’t occurred to you, I
suppose, that I might like to be left
alone for a minute.” Her hair was
pinned back quaintly but becomingly.
Her face was carelessly dusted with
powder and, Judging from the way she
held the robe closely about her, she
had very little on.
Rocky pulled a chair up to the table
and sat down. "Draw up, dream girl,”
he said gleefully. “Rather, darling, let
me arrange your pillows for you.”
There seemed nothing else she could
do about it, so Doris scrambled into
bed. Rocky poked pillows behind her.
"Jolly, isn’t ft?”
"What?”
“Oh—having our own little love nest
like this and being so fond of one an
other 1”
Doris’ spoon poked tremblingly Into
her grapefruit. She felt a little reck
less about where the Juice spattered.
“It may seem Jolly to you." She looked
at him unsmilingly.
Rocky opened his eyes in pretended
surprise. "You mean to say it Isn’t to
you—with your love of adventure?
Fickle woman, and on our wedding
day you were so crazy about me!”
Doris was scarlet. For a moment
she thought that Rocky meant they
had had a wedding day. It was too
confusing. If only he would stop teas
ing. It was baffling enough not to
know what had happened to her.
“After breakfast we’ll drive into the
village," said Rocky. “I want to call
up Doris without Mother finding it
out.”
“Go alone."
“You don’t crave my company.”
"Frankly I don’t”
He looked at her. She saw that his
captious mood was gone. He was hurt
inexplicably, and angry.
“Well, I’m not so d—d keen about
you either. It’s to save Mother’s feel
ings that I’m going to take you.” His
face looked grieved, childishly so.
“She thinks that we can’t bear to be
out of one another’s sight!”
Doris didn’t know what to say. His
making fun of love infuriated her.
She looked at him in stunned helpless
ness.
Who was she? What was she doing
here? Where was the real Doris?
Why wasn’t she here instead?
Mrs. Du Vai rapped at the door and
came in. "Ah my children—like quiet
little love-birds you sit!” She glanced
at Doris’ plate. “But you do not
eat!” She shook a finger. “You are
too excited. Rocky has talked to you
too much.”
Doris smiled. “Yes—he hasn’t given
me time to dress, even!” She gave
Rocky a sly glance. . . _
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He came out of his gloom with a
humorous leer. "But you're so beauti
ful —dressed or undressed. Why
should I?"
Doris drove to the village with him.
She sat quietly except for an occa
sional answer to his sarcastic refer
ences to her “sustained innocence”—
her “touching consideration" for his
parents! When she could stand it no
longer she cried:
“Oh, keep still. You haven’t the
faintest idea of what you’re talking
about.”
“Maybe not.” Rocky stopped the
car and got out. “But I'll know soon.
You wait here while I telephone.”
He came out a few minutes later,
looking glum. “A fine bunch of wom
en I pick for myself,” he growled. “I
come home to a strange bride, and my
real wife is nowhere to be found.”
“Couldn’t you get her?”
"Couldn’t I get her?” shouted Rocky.
“And you let me go through all this
nonsense of telephoning her! How
much longer do you intend making a
Jackass out of me?” He eyed her ac
cusingly. “You knew all the time she
wasn't there.”
She felt as if her last nerve was
about to snap. “Stop speaking to me
in that tone," she cried. “And If you
happen to have been born a Jackass, is
that my fault? Stop the car. I pre
fer to walk.”
Rocky stepped on the gas. “Stop
it? Like h—l! From now on, this
fight gets serious! There are plenty
of unpleasant places for clever girl
crooks in New York!” He stamped
violently on the starter. “Where do
you suppose that woman is at this
hour? Not home from last night’s
party, I expect."
“You —you’re unspeakable.” She
drew herself to the farther side of the
car. She was seething. Rocky seemed
engaged In a bitter brooding. They
said nothing more until he opened the
door of the car for her to alight.
Doris retreated from his extended
hand. “I can get out of this car quite
well without assistance.”
He seized her arm and pulled her
out roughly. “Stop acting like a fool.”
They stood eye to eye, Doris on the
step above him, outraged, panting with
fury. At that moment nothing but
physical violence could have satisfied
Doris. This man had her so complete
ly at his mercy. She was so helpless.
She had no place to go—no one to turn
to. And he insulted her, humiliated
her. She could not think of words to
express her fury. Everything else had
gone from her mind.
He too was filled with hate. His
mouth was drawn into ugly lines. His
eyes looked at her mercilessly.
“You —” he began.
The cheery voice of Oscar Du Vai
boomed at them. “Ah, my children,
home again! Good. I thought you
might be late for lunch.”
Rocky reached out his hand toward
her, smiling hypocritically. It was the
last straw. She raised her fiats In the
air and struck out desperately. In her
madness she hit the umbrella stand.
It knocked over, hitting Rocky vio
lently.
Taken by surprise, he uttered a loud
“Ouch.”
“I hope it hurts I”
Rocky whispered, venomously, “This
Is the limit. This ends everything.”
He rubbed his wounds tenderly.
“And not too soon for me, either!”
said Doris.
They went in to lunch. Mr. and Mrs.
Du Vai noticed nothing amiss.
The meal seemed long and unendur
able. Rocky was silent and brooding.
Doris felt depressed. Where did she
belong? Where should she go?
She considered taking Mrs. Du Vai
into her confidence. Rocky’s mother
had been so kind—had seemed such a
refuge. Yet had that not been partly
because she was Rocky’s wife, because
she was supposed to have the Du Vai
seed flourishing within her?
Doris felt more unhappy than ever.
She had known, at least, all along that
she was not going to have a baby.
Mrs. Du Vai would be very angry
when she found out how Doris had
taken advantage of her sympathy and
love.
•What should she do?
Rocky had said that the limit had
been reached. Yet why did he not
expose her to his parents?
But the kindly Du Vais were per
ceiving at last that something bad gone
wrong with the newlyweds. Doris did
not eat. Rocky glowered.
Oscar Du Vai pushed back his chair.
“Rocky you go off somewhere with
Doris for a few days where you can
be alone together.”
“Yes, yes," said Mrs. Du Vai eager
ly. “It is not good for young people
to be always with us old ones—”
“We love it.” Doris spoke impul
sively.
Rocky glared at her.
“As a matter of fact, Doris and 1
are leaving for New York this after
noon, if you don’t mind,” he said.
Doris’ heart leaped with fear. So
she was to leave this place—leave Mrs
Du Vai, her only friend in the world
And where should she go in New York?
She rose. ‘Til go and pack.” she
said. “What time does the train
leave?”
“I'll drive you in my car." said
Rocky.
Doris walked swiftly out of the
room so that they would not see her
tears. Rocky’s bitter taunt recurred
to her —he seemed to think she was
some kind of an evil woman. His eyes
were so unfriendly and cruel. If he
knew the truth he would turn her over
to the police. Perhaps he would any
way. The least he would do would be
to put her away in an asylum.
She packed quickly. What the fu
ture held in store for her she could
not guess. This adventure had turned
out to be farcical. “To anyone else
it would be farcical although it doesn’t
seem so funny to me,” she thought.
Doris accused herself unmercifully.
She ought to have known that Mrs. Du
Vai was not acquainted with her. One
does not run into friends so easily
when one is lost in New York.
How, now. would she find her friends,
her parents, her —(her mind shied
away)—her husband? Then she
thought again with terror of the man
in the cab. If she did find her friends,
it meant finding that man again.
Os course he was her husband.
She looked at herself earnestly in
the mirror. She was dressed in the
tweed that she had worn on the day
of her meeting with Mrs. Du Vai. The
face, young and anxious, looked back
at her. She was absolutely alone in
the world. And now she was going
out in it —without friends, without
money.
Rocky knocked peremptorily on the
door.
“Are you ready?" he asked curtly.
“Certainly.” she said promptly.
She gathered up her gloves. She
took one look around the pretty fault
less room. Her haven. “Good-by,”
she thought silently. “Good-by.”
Bending her head so that Rocky
might not see her face she left the
room.
She took her leave in a daze. Mrs.
Du Vai full of admonitions, smiles and
tears—Oscar Du Vai neglecting his
precious work to bid her farewell—
the kisses, the smiling servants—
Rocky at the wheel grim, saying little
—then the grinding gears—and the
last look over the shoulder —
Then she was riding over the road
beside Rocky.
He spoke once on the long Journey f*
“I’ll take you as far as New York,”
he said unpleasantly. “But then I’m
afraid we’ll have to part company—”
Frightened, horrified, forlorn. Doris
still felt that she would rather die
than let him know how completely
helpless she was.
“You can drop me at the Biltmore,”
she said.
“O. K.”
Doris’ throat was dry, her cheeks
hot from the sun. She hoped that she
would not cry. It would be awful if
she broke down in front of Rocky.
The drive was never going to end.
Doris decided that she could sleep in
the park that night. She could pawn
her baggage and look for a job.
Rocky smoked cigarette after cig
arette, his eyes squinting, his mouth
sardonic and unhappy. The hills gave
way to the Bronx River parkway. Cars
crowded and jostled them. And Cen
tral park at last, where Doris had de
cided to spend the night. She was
beginning to be frightened again.
Rocky would set her down at the Bilt
more without a word. Then where
would she go?
Then Rocky turned off Fifth ave
nue into a side street and brought the
car to a standstill. He got out. walked
around the car and opened the door.
She looked at him blankly.
“Well?”
“Get out!”
“But why—here?”
“I’ve decided you’re coming with me
to have a showdown with Doris."
“Is this —is this where you live?”
“As if you didn’t know it"
Doris sighed. It was so hot. She
opened her bag and drew out her pow
der case. “Come on,” Rocky command
ed impatiently.
“Oh—all right.” She had small
hope that Rocky’s wife would be able
to unravel the mystery, but the cool
iron grill before Rccky's door looked
so inviting.
He smiled at her. “I’m sorry for all
my rudeness,” he said.
"Oh it’s all right. I’m about ready
to be handed over to the police any
way." She felt weary and reckless.
“There’s something about you that
drives me wild. I’ve seldom met a girl
who could get my goat as successfully
as you can.”
“I must be wonderful that way,”
Doris agreed.
They entered the elevator, and
Rocky pushed the button. The tiny
elevator was painted dull blue and
decorated with three large mirrors.
Looking at herself Doris saw that
she was flushed and bright-eyed from
the heat She thought that she had
never looked better in her life, nor
felt worse.
The elevator stopped. Rocky opened
the door.
“Doris, Doris!”
Rocky’s voice boomed emptily
through the apartment.
Rocky’s wife was not there. As
they went in they saw that the place
had not been occupied for a long time.
Dust lay on everything, and there was
evidence that an untidy Job of pack
ing had been done there, but not re
cently.
“H—1!” said Rocky. "My devoted
wife seems to have left me, bag and
baggage. She didn’t even leave me a
note as far as I can discover.” He
bent over Doris and seized her sud
denly by the shoulders. “And now.
my dear young lady, it’s up to you to
explain. Just exactly what is the
game?”
Doris stared back at him. “Take
your hands off my shoulders.”
“When you answer my question.”
But the glare in her eyes had had
its effect. She saw that he was pre
tending to be more angry than he
actually was. They seemed to have
reached a deadlock. “This is silly,”
said Doris. “You know perfectly well
I know no more about your stupid old
wife than you do.”
A slight grin announced that Rocky
knew himself beaten. His grip on her
shoulders became more friendly. “So
you think Doris is stupid.”
The girl flushed. She did think so,
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rather she had conceived a dislike for
Rocky’s wife for some reason not
clear to herself. Yet she did not want
Rocky to think so. "I think it’s stupid
to hear so much about her,” she said
faintly. "I don’t know whether she’s
actually stupid or not.”
“You sweet,” said Rocky unexpect
edly and kissed her.
It seemed forever that his lips
stayed on hers, but it was actually
only a moment before she was push
ing him away. “I don’t think I care
at all about having you kiss me,” she
said confusedly. “I don’t believe—”
Rocky had let her go as suddenly as
he had seized her. “1 don’t think I
care at all about kissing you,” he re
torted.
Still tingling from the contact of his
lips, she started for the door. “Before
I go I want you to know that I’ve
never known a more rude, more boor
ish, more impossible person than you.
From the very first you’ve been aw
ful! As soon as you came home you
burst into my room, without even
the courtesy of knocking and without
a word of apology! You assume that
I’m perfectly crazy to have you for a
husband.” She seized the back of a
chair. Her face was white. “In the
first place you’re the most conceited
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young man I’ve ever met! And after
that you’re just plain ordinary, con
temptible, rude! I don’t know your
Doris! I don’t believe you even have
a wife named Doris!”
Rocky stood with an amused smile.
“What do you say we have dinner,
now?”
“Dinner!”
“Yes —dinner. What do you say we
come out of the hysterics and have a
little food instead? I apologize for
everything. I’m sorry. You’re right
I am in a terrible mess, and you were
sweet to help me out by not telling
my father and mother about it.” He
hesitated. “Will you forgive me?”
Rocky knew how to get around her
defenses. Feeling this, Doris’ anger
turned on herself. “You had no right
to kiss me like that” she said sulkily.
“You’re married.”
He sighed. “God help me.”
“Why?”
“I was just thinking that when my
family does meet the real Doris they
won’t be nearly so pleased. I owe
you something for being so nice to my
parents. Yon certainly did the Job
Doris hired you for well”
“You still think Doris hired me?”
His lips twisted in amusement “To
be quite frank it seems the alternative
to your being a member of the crim
inal classes, which seems very un
likely.” He pulled a heap of card-
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PETITION FOR REMOVAL
OF DISABILITIES
GEORGIA—EarIy County:
To all whom it may concern:
Henry C. Hayes hereby gives no
tice that at the October term of
Superior Court of said County, to
be held on the First Monday in Oc
tober, 1933, he will apply to said
Court by petition to be relieved of
his disabilities placed upon him by
the verdict of the jury in the case
of Lois Mills Hayes vs. Henry C.
Hayes, in a suit for divorce by Lois
Mills Hayes against Henry C. Hayes
at the April term, 1926, of said
Court, wherein a total divorce was
granted between the parties, and
petitioner, Henry C. Hayes, was left
under the disability of not being al
lowed to marry again, and Henry C.
Hayes publishes this notice as re
quired by law.
This 24th day of July, 1933.
HENRY C. HAYES.
PETITION FOR DIVORCE
Emmett Williams vs. Nora Dean
Waites Williams. Petition for
Divorce in Early Superior Court,
October Term, 1933.
To the defendant, Nora Dean Waites
Williams:
The plaintiff, Emmett Williams,
having filed his petition for divorce
against Nora Dean Waites Williams,
in this court, returnable to this term
of the Court, and it being made to
appear that Nora Dean Waites Wil
liams is not a resident of said coun
ty, and also that she does not re
side within the State, and an order
having been made for service on her,
Nora Dean Waites Williams, by pub
lication, this, therefore, is to notify
you, Nora Dean Waites Williams, to
be and appear at the next term of
Early Superior Court, to be held on
the First Monday in October, 1933,
then and there to answer said com
plaint.
Witness the Honable C. W. Wor
rill, Judge of the Superior Court,
this 31st day of July, 1933.
J. E. BECKHAM, Clerk.
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