the giant trees that shrouded the grounds, that 'ol' Hugh' had been had —in vain he protested the spacious grounds, the uniqueness, the individuality — his visitors had noted the utter lack of modern plumbing, the distinct lack of heating-and/or-air-conditioning. But the Cabells both enjoyed it and their first year in the castle, they proposed a Halloween Party. With only a little imagination they converted the interior into a setting that Edgar Allen Poe would have delighted in. The approaching guests were greeted by lighted pumpkins that recap- tured some of their one-time horror as they flickered up the winding drive beneath the glowering trees. A skeleton completed the decorations. Borrowed from an anatomy class on the campus where Hugh taught, it had once supported the tender nature of an unfortunate young man named Fred Derr and that is another story. The scene is set the guests approach in mask. Ah, the guests-
Since the invitation to the party had come, Robert Sara had begun to plan his costume with some care. In vain did Ursala wheedle and threaten with matching bunny or Martian or other animal costumes. In this way on Halloween alone throughout the long long year was Robert able to satisfy a secret inner urge. At least he thought it was secret, for his soul shuddered at what Ursala would try to make of his little fantasy. At any rate once a year, at a costume party, Robert would let a little portion of himself have a little portion of life and so he lived.
Of course, he told Ursala what he intended as costume, and prepared himself for her inevitable arguments and prepared himself for the long fight sure to follow. However, it was worth the trouble for one night a year.
This year was different, of course. For one thing, Ursala was in finer fettle this time, and she was quick to point out that, 'every Halloween' it was the same thing she always ended up ‘unhappy' because her husband was having a "gay" time of it in skirts. The way she said "gay" set the edge on Robert's teeth, but he grimly resolved to go on with it. It was at that point, on this Halloween that Ursala decided to goad her husband a bit. "I bet you would like to wear dresses all the time, if you could wouldn't you?" Robert, lost in the beginnings of his own magical reverie answered her truthfully—which was a serious mistake, as he realized an instant too late. "So you would!! My, but wouldn't that be nice. Just think how perfectly darling you'd look at your job- all ruffly petticoats and just smeared all over with luscious gobs of makeup." While Robert agreed inwardly, the way she said
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