Evening star., 1935-02-09
WASHINGTON NIGHT
BY MARY SYNON.

under the trumpet flowers and the
bougainvilea, and"
And live on mangoes and bananas.
darlin'?"
Il suppose we couldn't stay there
always. Where'd you like to live,
Holly? Buenos Aires, with the races,
and the operas, and the gay shops?
Or Rome, where we'd drive out in the
afternoon with principessas and con-
tesSas and officers of berSaglieri and
all the gay world in the parade of
Victor Emmanuel? Or Paris? Wed
be reception committee for trans
Atlantic flyers, and in the front of the
pictures at all the Fourth of July cele-
brations"
Why not England?"
why not? Therel be no one there
half as lovely as you, Holly"
Nor as grand as you, Kim. And
not one woman who's ever been nasty
to me shall ever meet their majeS-
ties!"
And sometimes we'll go down to
Sussex, and look at the sea, and re-
member tonight"
II won't need to see the ocean to
make me remember tonight. I love
you, Kim. Tell me again that you
love me-"
Il love you. I love you So" Once
more he held her close, but once again
she drew away a little. Il heard a
sound" she told him.
Its the wind"
"The storms dying down."
Its still raining"
"Where else could we go, dearest?"
Warsaw, Madrid, Budapest. Up on
the Szechenyi Hill, over the river
lights. All the great capitals. You
pay your money and you take your
choice"
"You like the service, don't you,
KIM"
What else do I know?"
There are lots of things you could
do. AM man with your experience
could 60 with corporations like the
big oil companies or the big rubber
companies, who have places every
where"
"Or Van Ruyter Rails?"
I'm afraid Dick wouldn't send you.
Not even if I asked him"
we needn't ask him for anything.
Well stick to the good old govern
ment. It's my line and I'm its man.
l wouldn't be happy out Of it"
Not even with me?"
I'D be happy with you anyhow, any
where. What is it?"
/ ct Epnyrr hnorI
There's some one outside. On the
road"
There can't be-" He rose from the
couch and moved toward the door
Not even rain on the roof now" He
smiled at her and her heart leaped
in joy at the radiance of his gaze.
Happy, happy. The two of them
Anywhere. In starlights and fire.
lights. In duSkS and dawns. Under
tropic moons. In Roman twilights
In English Springtimes.
Suddenly she saw the light die In
his eyes as an outer gleam pierced
through the windows fronting the road
Headlights. She stood up and went to
Klm's side. His hand closed over hers
| do CllCJ WdIUcO III SlleIlCG broken ONLY
by the wall of the wind. The lights
came onward, almost to the windows
Voices-a mans and a woman's-
sounded just beyond the wall Then
the door swung inward. and, haloed
by the glare of the car lamps, Cynthia
Cornish and Geoffrey Shannon stood
at the threshold.
For moment drenched in panic
Holly chung to Kim'S hand while
Cynthias stare, contemptuous. derisive
Travelled the 1.-THE line of her trembling
body. Hold tight, hold tight, her
reaSon-a voice almost remote from
her throbbing consciousness of shamed
misery-kept telling her. She can't
hurt you. Kim won't let her hurt you.
Ride the waves now and you'll come
safe into port. Head up, Holly Bar
low. she gave herself counsel; but the
scorn in Cynthia's eyes Knocked her
pride. She moved her shoulder close
to Kim'S as his wife spoke. You