Evening star., 1933-03-26

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sections of the Sunday newspapers you
have seen Barbara Schuyler. You have
seen her astride the hood of her
delphinium-bue roadster at the Inter-
national Polo Matches, cheering her lungs
out; you have seen her IN brief bathing suit
on the sands at Palm Beach; you have seen
her-wide-eyed and young and lovely beyond
wcrds-gazng at you as, presumably, she gazed
at the hand picked hundreds who f1ocked to
her debut at Sherry's.
. But you have not seen Barbara Schuyler az
she gazed fo- the first time upon Garrett
Armitage that bright May morning outside Jake
Billings Service Station.
She sat up abruptly and kicked the fanneled
leg beside her. Who she whispered fercely,
"is that?" ~'-- 5'f-- '-s
Corty Van Buren hosted himself a few
inches and peered at the grim, bronzed gentle
man in khaki pants and blue workshirt who
had just clambered out Of battered and
ancient flivver
THAT" he quoted weariy, 'is Garrett
Armitage, well known writer and hooey-artist
Spreads out the indiscretions of innocent
debutantes and hangs his socks on them Do
not feed or annoy" He lay back again on his
spine.
He looks-interesting" Barbara mur-
INJURED her eyes veiled and dreamy
Corty reused himself. Interesting? Who.
that chant of the jungle? He's not even
civilized. Makes enough on his clean. sweet
yarns to support 16 cylinders rattles
around in that rollerskate."
THE man in the blue shirt drained the hose
] and replaced it in its rack. He turned
ieisurely and, producing package Of cigarettes.
deliberately surveyed the blue roadster. His
eyes, dark and grim under an old felt hat.
met Barbara's with complete indifference He
looked at her steadily for q moment, his fingers
busy with q cigarette, and then, taking In the
PROSTATE form Of Jake Billings under the front
end of the roadster, he drew match along
the leg Of his khaki pants and cupped his
hands.
"Taking five Jake"
sOkay. Mr. Armitage-help yourself!"
Mr. Armitage shook out the match and tossed
1t away Without another glance at the blue
roadster he climbed into the battered car and
pulled out.
dilated, stared after the vanishing hivver and
felt her blood slowly resume its normal
circulation.
Corty looked at her with concern. Listen.
Barley. pluck hair from my grey beard and
leave him alone! He may be an Armitage. but
p he's not the kind Of hero you can monkey
with" =
Her blue eyes nared. IT didn't ask you for
advice" She leaned over the door. Jake.
where does Mr.. Armitage live?"
'Mr Armitage that was here just now?"
Jake hoisted himself out and up. Hes stay
ing at the Beecher place on Doomsby Hill this
Spring, all alone, too"
Barbara lifted her famous lashes. "oh, isn't
he married?"
Married? He don't even care for women.
He's writer, you know" Jake explained with
pride
"Yes, I know" Barbara looked dreamily at
the gas pump. Then she turned the switch
and stepped on the starter.
They swung through the village and onto
the country road which led to the club. Cort-
land Van Buren, still maintaining disapprov-
ing frown, folded his arms and stared stonily
ahead of him.
Il don't suppose" he remarked stifay. that
I'll have the pleasure of taking you to the
PENIS dance tonight"
"I don't suppose" she mimcked that you
will. don't particularly want to 60 anyhow,
but if do there are plenty Of other and more
attractive companions to pick f-om-as you
well know!"
Nevertheless, she went to Betty Penns dance
that night. She spent the evening in series
Of activities, each, to her parents, more In
comprehensive and annoying than the last.
She had armfuls of old magazines brought
UP from the cellar and discarded them after
the briefest glance at the contents page; es-
sayed q conversation with her mother on the
new books; and, finally, after teasing the
bristly terrier into a series of ecstaic barks,
settled down at the piano and spent half an
hour picking out "The Man Love- with one
finger. Suddenly, at 10 o'clock she dashed
up tairs
e,f q sla t~af~ ~1s..- sstft
THERE wa, Barbara kept telling herself, as
she gazed at the foam of white chiffon
Maud holding for her, absolutely no rea-
son to expect anything would happen, but
something might and 1t was best to be fully
equipped. She slithered into the clinging
whiteness. Ringing savagely for Mrs. Arnold,
the hcusekeeper, she told Maud to call Peters
for the dephinium- blue roadster-"My road
ster, Maudie, roadster, not that closed