The Washington times., 1933-07-14

me into a game occasional
Julian was once kind enous
Of close, assiduous practice I
q hopeless dub.
They both laughed.
Bridge int important" sug-
gested Patricia helpfully.
THAT from Julian Haver-
holt's niece!" exclaimed Clark
with affected horror.
Don't ever breathe it," whis-
pered Patricia, adopting con-
Spiratorial air.
Again they laughed, ecstati-
cally. Patricia felt herself car
ried along on the mans amuse-
ment and interest. She forgot
Marthe, forgot Haverholt, for
got everything except that Clark
was watching her attentively
and admiringly. How good
looking he was, not handsome
in the dramatic fashion that
Haverholt was handsome, per-
haps, but boyiShly tan, slim
hipped, broad shouldered, vital
as sportsmen are vital.
Have you played, much polo
lately?"
mot much-a little. The
season isn't officially open yet.
Do you like polo?"
The Teacher
IT love it," replied Patricia,
whose polo had been confined
to brief shots pictured in the
news reels. She would have
confessed an interest in any
thing which brought so eager
and enthusiastic a light into
Clark's eyes.
"You must come to the club
when the season begins" he re-
marked, delighting her by max
ing future plans, putting their
growing friendship on a firmer
basis. He added reflectively,
"Julian hates all outdoor sports,
but perhaps with your own car
you can manage to escape from
the bridge table occasionally"
"I hope So" said Patricia
composedly, after I learn to
drive it,"
"You don't drive?"
"Not at all"
MAY I teach you?"
"That would be NICE" agreed
Patricia, trying to control the
absurd humping Of her heart.
when would you like your
first lesson?"
when would you?"
"Shall we say day after to-
morrow, if you get the carp"
Glancing over her shoulder,
Clark amended, you'll get the
car. Here comes Julian! Look
at him, would you'll"
Patricia looked. The two ex-
changed a confidential smile.
Julian Haverholt wore the ex-
preston of the cat who had fin
ished the last of the cream.
Certainly, no conquering hero
had ever been more gloWingly
triumphant.
Tense Silence
"Well, Patricia" he an
nounced, coming up to them,
"your car will be on the street
in 10 minutes. Does that please
you?"
"A great DEAL"
II knew that you would have
your own way, Julian" inter-
posed Clark. He added thought
fully, "I hope the time never
comes when I want something
that you want too."
Haverholt's eyes rested upon
Patricia. His glance was re-
Elective, meditatively. Somehow
it frightened her. There was
an interval of rather tense
silence. For an instant Patri'
cia had the fleeting, curious illu-
sion that the two men, so
strangely dissimilar, faced each
other like antagonists in an in
visible ring, like opposing war
riors on some decimated battle
field. An absurd idea, but there
it was.
Then Haverholt said lightly,
"That's a rather unlikely con-
tingency, Clark. My wants are
few and simple"
Patricia broke in hurriedly.
''Mr. Tracy has promised to
give me a driving lesson on
Wednesday,"
"See that she doesn't break
her neck, Clark. She's a reck-
less youngSter at heart"
On Wednesday morning Pa
tricia opened her eyes to the
knowledge of something pleas
ant. She remembered instant
ly. The day was perfect,
bright blue, a spring day even
in the heart of New York. in
the garden outside the trees
were putting out their first
tentative buds, the air was
&Weet and cool. She sang as
Ghe dressed, was still singing
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