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Linda Darnell gives a partyof -the -firstpart account of Hollywood's surprise marriage of the month
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"£ IX months before Pev proposed ^ and we eloped I bought my white wool wedding suit," Linda Darnell said. "I was sure I was going to marry him. Actually during most of the four years Pev and I have known each other and particularly through the last eight months — when we saw each other practically every evening — I've known — in my heart — that we would marry one day. And Pev now admits he felt that way too."
Thus Linda, in her simple, forthright way, makes it clear that her marriage to Peverell Marley, previously a cameraman at Twentieth-Century-Fox, now a technical sergeant in the Army, and forty-two years old, was no spur-ofthe-moment adventure but completely in keeping with the quiet, thoughtful conduct so characteristic of her.
"It was a war proposal," she went on. "On Friday night, April sixteenth, to be exact, Pev and I were at Annie Miller's house. 'Look,' he said, taking me aside. 'I have a three-day pass. Isn't that wonderful?' 'Very wonderful,' I agreed. 'What are you going to do with it?' 'Spend it with you, I guess,' he said. He kept grinning and dangling that precious slip of paper before me.
"We drove home through the hills. The night was very gay, somehow; so clear, with the sky glittering with stars, the moon low and bright, and my heart singing. When Pev proposed I wasn't even remotely shy. I accepted him right off.
"The minute we reached my apartment I telephoned Annie. 'We're going to be married Sunday,' I told her. 'Can you leave for Las Vegas with us tomorrow?' 'I'm working until four!' she wailed. 'We'll pick you up at the studio at four sharp!' I told her.
"We had to elope. A church wedding would have meant invitations
Linda and the man "I was sure I was going to marry": Pev Marley, ace cameraman, twenty-two years older than the little Fox star
for hundreds of people and all the Hollywood fanfare. Pev, who's English and very conservative and oldfashioned when it comes to the important things of life, wouldn't have liked that any more than I.
"After telephoning Annie we called the Apache Hotel at Las Vegas for reservations. They had none. 'Look!' I said, getting on the phone. 'I'm Linda Darnell. Ann Miller and I are doing a camp show. Our mothers will be with us. We must have two rooms!' I figured Annie and I had done so
many camp shows this one fib wouldn't count too much against me.
"There were four of us in the car the next day. Corporal Bill Heath, formerly a test director at Twentieth-Century, Annie, Pev and I. Bill was Pev's best man.
"It was after midnight when we pulled into Las Vegas, dog-tired. Immediately we walked into the lobby some soldiers grabbed our bags. The manager had told them we were doing a show. 'We'll be around for you in the morning — about ten o'clock,' they