Evening star., 1935-02-04

carver naOnt got the COM
VI mission he'd wanted. His
l. Y 12-year association with a
Wall Street firm must have
been too blatant to ignore, even
though he danced at the White
House every other Tuesday night. She
set down a quip and considered the
page Shed have to tighten it. What
had Frances Watry's mother told her
about Senator Selgrove? That he sent
raw food, with instructions for cook
ing, to the unfortunate hoSteSSeS who
had to ask him to dine. And who was
the cabinet wife, who went around to
auctions with box of chocolate
cherries? She splashed in the items,
then frowned over the need OF writing
more dramatic news.
Would she dare use the Gaynor
party? There'd been so few of them
at the table there in FL Encanto that
there was danger she'd be identifying
herself as Dixie Decatur But what a
story! Kim Cornish giving up what
ever chance he had at Bonaventura
to go of with Holly Barlow Almost
slapping Savedra's face in his refusal
to go with him TO Simon French.
Savedra wasn't likely to forgive that.
He couldn't if it were public known.
She'd have to run the story to make
Bills appointment sure. Shed have
to tie up Holly Barlow with Kim so
that the scandal of their association
would scare the secretary. Some of
these South American countries were
squeamish about accepting a man
who'd married the cause of his di-
vorce. Didn't Holly Barlow know that?
Why was the girl risking her future
on Kim Cornish? Mardi wondered as
she marshaled words and phrases for
her story. She hadn't seemed madly
in love with him as she'd sat beside
him. but you couldn't tell about girls
of her type.
Where had she and Kim gone after
they'd left the restaurant? Would she
marry Kim If he were free? And give
up the chance of the Van Ruyter
yacht, even now riding at anchor in
the river? No woman, not even o
wild child from the Eastern Shore,
would sacrifice, Mardi decided, the
realities of luxury for the illusion of
love for a Kim Cornish. But why
was she Haunting his devotion? Any
how, it was good yarn. Its publi-
cation would help Bill. even though
it might possibly involve herself. What
would it matter, though, If Bill had
Bonaventura and she had Bill?
Here was the place, too, where she
could give Bill a kind word in print.
1.-The young Disraei of the State De-
partment." That was good phrase
to pin on him. Its rumored that
he's to have one of the most impor-
tant posts south of the Isthmus." That
couldn't hurt. 1t was propaganda of
this sort, put across at crucial time,
that sometimes turned the tricks. How
often, she unused, had she slid into
her column these apparently casual
mentions of Dysart?
She pulled the final page Of copy
from her typewriter and, reaching for
the telephone, called the long distance
number of the New York World
Banner. A mans voice, only slightly
familiar to her, responded. Isn't Mr..
Heckley on the desk tonight?" she
asked. "Oh, you're Mr.. Courtney, sit
ting in for him? Shall I read you
my copy?"
Carefully, distinctly she repeated the
names which eluded the man at the
New York end of the wire. way
bridge &. Ellison Barlow Yes.
the young Disraeli South of the
Isthmus . Dysart. Yes, D-y-S-a-r-t
:. What? -. You've something there
about him tonight. Read it to mel"
She held the instrument tightly as
she listened for the desk mans an
swer. If Bill had the appointment
and he must have had it hours ago in
order to have the announcement
reaching the paper in New York-why
had Savedra wanted to take Kim Cor
nish to France? But what else could
it be? Waiting" she told the oper-
ator, who threatened to cut her off.
The unfamiliar voice seemed to leap
into her ear. What was he saying?
Something about the society editor
checking it. Slowly, dazedly she said
the words after him. "Mr. and Mrs.
Edwin Lewis Davilly of Park avenue
and Southampton announce the en-
gagement of their daughter Edwina to
Mr.. William Mosely Dysart OF WASH
ington, son of the late Mr.. and Mrs.
Parker Harrison DySart of Charleston,
w. Va. You're sure? You're sure. Her
voice rose shrilly. The wedding in
Southampton in June. Yes, Davilly's
the head of Hesperian Copper. And
the Dysart boy goes to Bonaventura.
Where Hesperian Copper has its big
mines. What's that? oh, yes, they
still play checkers along the Potomac.
No, no more. That's the end"
She put back the telephone upon its
cradle and sat staring at the words
she had written. The young Disraeh
of the State Department. Well, = 1t
wasn't her fault if he weren't. God
knew she'd worked hard enough to
make him a Pitt, and Peel, and
Cavour. H ed been nothing but cub
when she'd met him at the Green
Spring Valley Hunt, almost as much
out of place in that set as a top
hat at the races. And what hadn't she
done for him?
Pulled him out of the desk in the
back of the room where no one could
see him, and wangled him up on the
waiting bench for recognition. Hadn't
she taken him into houses in Wash
ington where he couldn't have passed
the footman on his own? Hadn't she
got him into the Racquet Club? To