Evening star., 1934-05-01

Gilbert Akin slipped his arm through
hers. She wanted to laugh and tell
this young man with the poSSesslve
air that she appreciated his service.
Caution stilled her tongue; she could
not show up at the cottage with Gil.
If some one only would come along.
some one she knew well enough to
impose herself upon. No such one was
in sight.
st call it darn unsociable Of you.
Sandy" Gilbert accused, "sneaking
to town without giving me a chance
to tool you in"
She moved along with Gil. There
was nothing else she could do. After
all, she had not agreed to insult Va
lerie's young man. If there was
row But there would be no row.
Much could be forgiven in exchange
for the little slip of paper in her bag.
Twenty-Five thousand dollars! The
Owl was a dear They would pay the
Sandharbor debts and take small
apartment of the beaten track IN
town. If her mother cut up again
she, Sandra, would cut loose, as she
promised the Owl she would DO, ana
go to him for keeps.
Snap out of it! Why the blue
funk?" Gilbert caught her arm and
pulled her toward him. Town dash
you a bit?"
Battered me to a pulp. You've no
ideal" 1t was good to be with Gil
again. She wished the ride would go
on and on and on
Look here. Sandy" searching her
face, "if there's something-I mean. II
! can help"
She had to snap out of it. Gil
might suspect, probably did suspect,
the truth about the Reynal finances.
She must throw him off the scent.
"Ah. noble youth, last of thy line!"
she exclaimed with an emptiness that
gave the lie to the words. Then she
leaned out of the car and waved fran
tically to young man with patent
leather hair and whiff OF a mus
tache driving in an opposite direction.
The astonished man drew his car to
the side of the road, stopped it and
stood up to wave after this unexpected
conquest.
Surely there's something you can
do for me. Gil-tomorrow. You can
20 shopping. One evening gown.
Flame color. No back. Lots OF frou-
frou around the feet"
ooh, yes? So that's the racket
Sandra detected relief in Gil's voice.
"Why do women insist on making
clothes-racks of themselves in the
middle of Summer? Can't they buy
enough clothes at one time to see
them through-then forget it?"
cit isn't the middle of Summer.
It's the end Of Summer. And no
woman in her own estimation ever
bought enough clothes to see her
through any place, any time"
They arrived at the cottage. charge
the fare to overhead" Sandra called,
and was out of the car before Gill
bert could indulge his want to lift
lift"
"How about this evening" I have
a plan" He was following her
up the steps. She stopped. Her at
titude unmistakably was one Of dis
missal.
"Sorry, all dated up"
Gilbert was not accustomed to curt
dismissal, nor to being baked. I'm
the morning, then-say II at the
Beach Club?"
Cant make it. Promised for ten
mis- doubles"
Gilbert wheeled and leaped into the
car. 1t shot along the drive and
through the gate. Sandra stood for
moment, watching. Gil was furious.
She had hurt him. Or was he furi-
GUS because she had outwitted him,
prevented him from using her as a
bait for Valerie, as Corinne had in
sisted he was doing?
Mrs. Reynal bore down on Sandra
from across the veranda, the muscles
of her face working with anxiety.
"My poor child! Such a day for
you to be in the city. I've been
beside myself-the ghastly uncer-
tainty. Sandra, don't say that terrible
man refused us"
Sandra tossed her bag on the table
Don't worry, mother" She tried
not to see the greed in Corinne's eyes.
"All Set-for the present.
Mrs. Reynal began to whimper, dab
bing at her eyes with the inevitable
Whit of scented lace.
my child. My poor Sandra. Plead
ing with that horrible old man-like
q beggar in the streets. You made
your fathers brother understand,
didn't you, dear child? You made
him know he's to take care of us,
to keep us in style becoming our