The Washington times., 1934-09-01
= By Charles Grant

leen home in his car, but she, 70.
luctantly, refused that, permit
ting him only to take her to the
subway.
Fridays Q. date" he reminded
her as they parted.
In the familiar atmosphere oG
the crowded Corona train Cath
leen considered. with startled
misgivings, the engagement Shs
had made. Could 1t be the
champagne had affected her
Judgment? Her hard-drinking
ancestors had transmitted .
good head to her, 80 it was .
more unsettling brew than wine
that was breaking down her
prudence. She was tasting her
youth, and indulging in an exhil-
Grating experiment with love.
Not that Cathleen called it love;
but she was conscious Of little
tingles of Joy when she thought
Of Seward.
It might be dangerous, even
wrong, to go out with him, but
she had made the engagement
and she determined to keep 1t.
Jasper Ingram was grumbling
over his letters two mornings
later, when she entered in re-
sponSe to his signal.
Hard as ever to get good peo-
pie" he said. you'd think.
with all this unemployment it
would be easy to get trained ca
pable workers, who'd try hard to
keep their jobs. Look at this
letter from the Chicago office.
Couldn't be worse if there was
a Job on every bush. Bet you'd
have another job before lunch
time if I let you CO."
"It wouldn't be for want OF
trying If 1 didn't" she said.
chilled by the mere suggestion
of losing her place. But IN.
deed, it's not easy, sir, to find
Jobs. My father isn't working
and my brother just doesn't
seem able to find a place"
Ingram looked up at her
quickly. He liked her quiet
manner, her serene beauty, and
her efficient work. He had not
been driven to distraction, as
manv with less power had, by
entreaties for employment, so
now he said: That's too bad.
If he's anything like his sister:
we should be able to use him."
On one Of his cards, ne
scrawled, Find bearer some
thing to do, please" initiated 1t
and gave it to Cathleen.
Take that to Mr.. Fisher.
Maybe he can fix your brother
up!"
CHAPTER XI
When it became plain that
the royal lady to whose house
hold the Marques d'Alhues was
attached, must flee from Spain,
he had taken command and
had got her over the frontier
by a surprise dash into Blar.
ritz. Returning alone, he had
sclvaged what he could of his
own possessions, including the
family jewels, a few objects OF
art, and all the cash he could
lay hands on. However, off.
cials on the frontier found and
confiscated his jewels and gold.
Fortunately they did not, IN
searching him, find the yards
upon yards Of precious lace
wrapped about his waist.
Ever since, he had been liv'
ing on that lace, or more liter.
ally, upon the money he had
received for it in London. Alas.
now that fund, never large, was
nearly exhausted.
He thought a great deal, &C
cordingly, about the seductive
Mrs. Alspaugh, who had met
his overtures so warmly at the
Ingrams' garden party.
Marian, however, had no in"
tention of letting their acquaint-
ance languiSh.
When her excitement Of the
afternoon had died down, the
image of the handsome Span.
ish Grandee was her most per"
sistent memory. She simply
had to see him again, and she
let the social lines she had
thrown out lie untwitched,
while she was held in the rest
less preoccupation of a romantic
dream.
Ennui was eating at the soul
of d'Alhues as he busted himself
mounting new oathS with which
to curse democratic Spain, and
bourgoise America. He was en-
gagged at this pleasant pastimO
when, upon answering the
phone, he was surprised to hear
the flirtatious high-pitched voice
he had thought never to hear
again.
I'm in town for the day, and
nearly everyone know is away.
Won't you take pity on me and
come to lunch? Don't say you
have an engagement, Senor
Marques!"
IF I had so engagements,
would I let them stand in the
way? You restore life to me,
most kind lady"
Half hour later, Mrs,
Alspaugh, not indifferent to
the envious glances that fol.
lowed them, led him to their
table. Patterning her manner
and the use of her eyes on those
of a papular actress, whom she
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