Sally kissed him impulsively, aware, though the knowledge did not hurt her, that he liked her better now that she was to leave his home, than he had ever liked her. David arrived on Monday, and was guest of honor that night at a small party of Enid’s and Sally’s most intimate friends, at which time announcement of the forthcoming marriage was made. They remembered having seen him briefly at Sally’s coming-out party and so handsome he was, so much at ease, now that he was to be married to the girl he loved, that it occurred to none of Enid’s guests to question his eligibility. Sally, sitting proudly beside him, looked happily from her mother to David, knew that in gaining a husband she was not losing a mother, as she would have done if Enid had not interrupted the writing of that terrible letter. On Tuesday Sally and David, accompanied by Enid and Courtney Barr, went to the municipal building for the marriage license, and the afternoon papers carried the news on the front pages, under such headlines as: “Popular Deb to Marry Rich Farmer.” But in all the stories there was no hint of scandal, no reportorial prying into the “past” of the adopted daughter of the rich and prominent Courtney Barrs. The wedding took place on Wednesday, in the drawing-room of the Barrs’ Fifth Avenue mansion, and the next morning, in his account of the “very quiet” wedding, a society editor commented: “The ceremony was read by the Reverend Horace Greer, of Canfield, ——, the choice of celebrant being dictated by unexplained sentiment.” What the society editor did not know was that “the marrying parson” of Canfield spoke only the last half of the marriage service, beginning where he had been interrupted nearly three years before. Sally and David were no longer “half married.” THE END ———— Don’t Stop Here! There are more stories that will thrill and fascinate you for the same unprecedented low cost. What greater measure of enjoyment can be gleaned from any source than from good books? They remove all boundaries, stimulate the imagination and banish dull care. They lift you out of every-day drudgeries and grim realities of life and transport you into the realms of fancy and romance. Consult the following pages for other White House novels that are guaranteed to please. WHIRLWIND By Eleanor Early Author of Orchid Sybil Thorne was 18 when she first got herself talked about. A creature of moods and tempers, beautiful, headstrong, believing herself a war bride, she vowed never to marry again. Yet, after promising Craig Newhall to marry him, the man who told her he could never be jealous of a dead man, she impetuously married a man she had known but a few days aboard a steamer for Havana.