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Hal Kemp's Untold Romance
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clasped his hand tightly and led him to the balcony. Her face looked lovelier to Hal with the moon for a spotlight. For a moment all was quiet. Fifty years ago, had this scene occurred. Betsy would be gowned in flowing crinoline. The aroma of magnolias would have wafted through the sweet night air. Instead cigarette smoke permeated the atmosphere. Inside, the band was playing a waltz.
Then Betsy spoke : "You may think me foolish, but I couldn't take my eyes from you all night I"
Hal's heart beat like a metronome. This was his girl ! It was too late now for overtures. Hal took her in his arms. How it all happened or why, neither of them knew, or cared.
Love needs no explanations. When Hal released her, his eyes focused upon a husky, meticulously attired young man. He was Robert Strange, Betsy's escort.
That was how Hal Kemp met Betsy Slaughter. He didn't even know her name then. But before that night had ended he found out more than that. She was the daughter of a distinguished family. She was supposed to be engaged to Strange, heir to millions made on muddy Texas acres. Oil wells sprouted like mushrooms all over the state. Betsy's family counted on this union. But love lifted its glamorous head that night in the person of Hal Kemp. After which any plans made by the Slaughter family could be tossed to the winds.
"We met every day after that," Hal recounted bitterly. "Behind potted palms, in public places or during intermissions. It wasn't easy. Each night she would come to the hotel with Strange. His face was wreathed in smiles. And poor me, I was helpless, waving a damned stick!"
Finally Hal could stand this secrecy no longer. He told Betsy so. "Dearest, I can't stand this arrangement any longer. I'm sick of hiding with you. I want to come out in the open. Let me tell your mother we're in love."
Betsy was timid. She knew her mother's plans concerning her and Robert Strange. They were discussed daily over the dinnertable. But Hal was persistent, and the next day he called upon Mrs. Slaughter.
"No, you can't marry my daughter!"
The wrords stung Hal's ears. His face turned crimson. Before the proud, whitehaired woman had spoken, his eyes had shone expectantly. Now they dulled.
There was nothing he could say that mattered. Her chill words and emphatic refusal ended the interview.
When Hal told Betsy that evening what her mother had said, the color fled from her cheeks. Her eyes, that had sparkled so brilliantly the day before, grew sad.
"Hal," she murmured inaudibly, "It's no use. I can't let mother down. Bob came to the house after you left. He proposed to me — and I accepted."
She went on speaking, but Hal turned away. His plans had crumbled tragically. Even Betsy had walked out on him ! She was saying something about trying to for
get. But he couldn't hear her sobbin voice. His head throbbed like the beat ( a dozen hammers.
When he stumbled back to his hot< room, his heart was bitter. So, she wa] like the rest of these southern aristocratstoo weak to fight for what she wanted He had had enough. He started to pac his bags. He never wanted to see Bets Slaughter or Houston, Texas, again!
London . . . Thick fogs . . . Top hat . . . Big Ben . . . Red-plush rugs rolle across icy pavements to save milady's fee i . . . London, mecca of sophisticates an maelstrom of gaiety ... In these ga\ carefree surroundings, Hal Kemp sough to forget.
Overnight his band became the talk c the British capital. It even was rumore that the Prince of Wales might come t hear this new American sensation.
In the afternoons Hal would wend hi way through the Strand, Mayfair, Bon Street, Berkeley Square, across Waterlo Bridge. But the historic charms of thj ancient city were lost upon him. He coul see nothing but Betsy's smile, her lips, an her eyes.
At last His Highness appeared. H requested that the young bandsman joi his party. For the first time since he le) Houston, Hal smiled. This was reveng with music ! What he wouldn't give fo Mrs. Slaughter to see him, a poo musician, dining with the Prince of Wales Not even the rich Mr. Robert Strang could achieve this distinction. Yet Hz Kemp did it with his little saxophon* But no, he must get these thoughts out o his muddled head. He was through wit, Betsy forever !
The Prince of Wales spoke to hir. quietly: "What's the matter, old mar you look frightfully downcast."
Hal forgot the resolution he had jus made, forgot he was addressing royalty forgot the crowd of dancers that millei about him, and answered the Prince : "Yo' must forgive me, Your Highness — I'n homesick."
"Well, that's different, Mr. Kemp We'll have to cheer you up. But tell me haven't you a lady friend?"
"Yes," muttered Hal, "but she's going t< marry someone else!"
The Prince remained silent for a mo ment and theYi he spoke — clearly, decisively authoritatively : "If you love her, go ba to her — no matter what happens."
Hal's eyes met those of the Prince. An< mutual understanding passed between then Perhaps the Royal heir actually enviec Hal. Perhaps he gladly would havi swapped his life of endless court function and state affairs to grasp what Hal Kemj wanted to throw away. He couldn't le this boy do that!
A few days later, Hal was awakened b\ the shrill voice of a bell-boy. He hande< Hal a cablegram :
HAL DEAR FORGIVE ME STOP COME BACK STOP I CAN'T MARRY BOB
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