South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1919-04-14

ullle IAN store OH OhA0po - "AA0'
; she went in to buy souvenirs for her
friends in the states. He was so evil
IDENTIFY bored with himself and with
life that Anne O'Den was immedi-
ately interested and attracted. She
looked back at him while the eager.
sOliictous little Cuban salesman laid
! out his wares OF sandal wood and
magyar but Bill Hunt apparently
/ had not noticed her. White fiannels
OF unmistakable good cut, white
shoes and we'll blocked Panama
made his six feet of American man
! hood loom large in comparison with
the small natives who were leisurely
moving about him. He leaned against
/ the side of the door. a cigar droop-
\ ing from the corner Of his wide.
straight mouth, occasionally tapping
the pavement in unconscious fashion
with a smart rattan cane ringed with
silver.
Anne ODell was not accustomed
TO be ignored. She turned her slim
Young back to the door and began
| to examine the fans on top of the
glass case with somewhat exag-
gerated attention. Presently, she
stepped briskly out Of the dark lit
tie shop into the glare of the sun
baked street. Still the indOlent fig
ure by the door gave no heed. There
was a rising tide of resentment in
Anne's very young heart.
Because Courtney Neighbors, the
famous novelist back in the states,
had not seriously responded to her
gay challenge for love, Anne had
grown pale, listless, and the family
! physician, who was also a psycholo-
gist as all scientists are nowadays.
| ordered her south for the good of
her health-and her heart. True,
| Courtney Neighbors had not made
love to her, but he had fiattered
her. admired. her, taken her TO in
Vulnerable dances and teas. and
when she found that he was merely
TO infuse the fair heroine of another
best seller Anne welcomed a change
from the scene of her humiliation.
And the very first man she had no
ticed had completely ignored her!
AT first all men had admired her.
Then had come her fateful expert
ence with the novelist. And at last
i'm picturesque. romantic Havana.
where she had expected peace of
mind. she had found horrifying in
difference. Anne began to doubt her
own charm.
She felt almost maidenly i'm
modest when she realized that she
was watching the lift unload its
passengers at the far end of the
big dining room while she had
luncheon with her Aunt Jamie that
day at the Plaza. She did not need
10 remind herself that she was
Hooking for the white clad stranger
of the morning She and Aunt
Jamie sat at one of the little tables
on the platform that encircled the
room. They could see fro the
open window beside them the deli
cately tinted buildings that make
Havana veritable dream city and
far out. beyond, they could glimpse
the white sails of pleasure boats
and the ragged, motley sails of fish
ing smacks on the deep blue waters
of the bay Once they had sighted
a big trans Aatlantic liner coming in
with her cargo of manufactured
good to exchange for coffee, sugar
and tobacco. and on another Oc-
casion they had watched the Gov
nernor Cobb" steaming in from Key
Yves. Hitherto, the people in the
big white marble dining room had
not seemed to interest Anne. She
had always found more to see out
side the window. Aunt Jamie no
ticed the change, but wisely said
nothing. She knew that young
hearts were not hard to mend.
The door of the lift changed open
and Anne saw Bill Hunt step into
the room. She Immediately became
a described in the deliciously Drowned
Moro crabs that she had ordered
COR her luncheon. In the wake of
a polite Spanish waiter he passed
her without a glance.
That afternoon, crossing the bay
i'm a steam launch, they saw a long,
slim brown yacht, her brass railing
shining in the sunlight as she moved
gently at anchor She belongs to a
Iyoung South American" said one of
1.-THE tourists, seeing Anne's interest.
He had TO put in here several days
ago 10 have some repairs on the
propeller. 1 believe. You are at the
Plaza your aunt told me. He is
stopping there. too. He is a nice. well
set up young man, but rather bored
apparently. Too much money,
Same old story"
When they had landed and were
climbing the steep, grass covered
slope to old MORO. where she stood
like giant piece OF tapestry flung
lup out Of the sea, the sunlight wax
ingsrare colors on her storm tossed
breast, Anne, looking above her.
saw Bill Hunt clearly sillhouetted
on the crest OF the promontory. All
at once she began 10 believe in her
self again. in her own charm. She
was not egOtistical about It. She
rated herself with the candid frank
ness of all American girls She
could attract. She had tried II sue
I cessfully.
"Stay close together" admon-
ished the guide. counting their num-
Der TO see IL all the party had ar
rived. and scatter the searchlights