The Waterbury Democrat., 1933-11-23

eyes held a dangerous brightness. Her soft scarlet lips were lifted temptingly. Dan held her close and said softly, "Sit out the rest of this dance with me, won't you?"
 Barbara shook her head. Dan bent nearer and laid his lips against her hair.
 Are you crazy?" she gasped, drawing away.
 eff you don't want to be kissed here, then come outside in the moonlight" he whispered. All right" she said in a breathless voice. Just a moment. Just to get a glimpse of the moon- lighti"
 They went out on the deck which appeared to be deserted. Barbara gave a nasty look up and down. One could not be too care- full when playing for big stakes. Dan drew her into the shadows, into his arms.
 After moment she released herself. Now will you be good ?" she asked in a low, laughing voice.
 When they had gone a man arose stiffly from steamer chair in the shadows, Mrs Weston went to his cabin and prepared for bed. Over and over he told himself that he was an old fool. There were no shy, sweet, old-fashioned girls any more. They were all bold little flirts out for a good time, taking pleasure where they found it and accepting and giving kisses as | careleSsly as @ Good morning" or Good evening"" He told him. self it was absurd for him to feel that Barbara had betrayed a trust.
 Bob knocked on the door and then put his head in the room. You're not sick, dad? he asked.
 Feeling fine," came the gruff answer.
 i've been talking to Captain Eric. Nobody seemed to know where you were when I came down. Sure you're all right?"
 Sure" Then, "Oh, Bob-?" =
 "Yes sir"
 "You haven't spoken to Bar bara, have you? I mean-you haven't asked herr"
 There was a pause. Mot yet, dad. Give me a little time."
 Take all the time you want. I think it's an excellent idea: I'm a muddling old man, Bob"
 What in the world are you talking ab0ut?"
 Are you sure that the other girl"
 "I'd rather not talk about it, if you don't mind."
 "Well, all right. Good night, Bob."
 Good night"
 When the young man had dis appeared Mir Weston put out the light and sank into bed. Perhaps matters were not so bad as he had thought. After a while he fell into troubled sleep. From the moment the "Wind- ward" had elbowed for a place in picturesque Havana harbor and found it, every minute had been crowded with gaiety. Sightseeing and dancing and dining. There was Morro castle first. Then a drive along the famous Malecon and the laurel-shaded Prado, a trip through old Havana, lying against LIIc IpOL WAtlk AtS AOW okA OSSS and flat-topped houses.
 The girls in the party exclaimed about everything. Each new sight brought forth more extravagant adjectives. Bob smiled, wonder ing how often he would hear the same words before the tour ended. The big green car, driven by a Spanish chauffeur, whirled along the narrow streets, seeming to miss pedestrians only by inches and closely skirting the vegetable and fruit carts on either side. They bought dozens of roses and tossed coins prodigaHy to ragged little beggars. Bob handed Q bill to an old woman. She lifted face Drowned by many suns to shower blessings on him in volu- ble Spanish.
 The second day they visited the l tropical gardens and the cathe- dral. In the morning Bob had accompanied Barbara on shop ping expedition, watching with amusement the duels of wit in which she usually came out vic- tor. In the afternoon they sat in a cafe famous for it's cuisine and wines. Barbara 1amented the fact that Americans were monopoliz- ing the place, so that the foreign flavor was missing. Lots of these Americans are here for the races" Bob said.
 An attractive blond girl entered just then with an escort. The head waiter led them to a table in a corner. Bob saw the two and stared openly. It was-yes, it was Pat Waring! And the man with her was Barney Blake. l (TO be Continued)