Evening star., 1935-01-20

shoe for luck. He knew 1t. too. for
he smiled at Mrs. Gaynor. How
soon will you be going back to
Orocaizo?" he asked her.
The game was over. Cynthia told
herself as she went alone down the
inner stairway. Dysart didn't even
have to work for it now. Two women.
Mardi Freer and Daisy Gaynor, would
! hand it to him. One woman, the
girl in the garden, had taken Kim out
of the running. Against his delib-
crate madness she, his wife, could
do nothing. She pushed on with but
one thought, her need of finding
| solitude.
Almost physically i'll, she turned
away from hailing group and found
herself showed by the crowd to the
portal of the garden.
Across the warm night a breeze
drifted into the gloomed space among
the poplars, bringing from beyond
| the Potomac the first faint heralding
of thunderstorm. Upon it rode the
scent of earth, of pine, of roses and
wild honeysuckle, essence of the val
ley Maytime. With long sigh Gym
thia drank deeply of the soft air,
conscious only Of reprieve frE the
people behind her. Then, before her,
| she saw figures in the dark garden,
| and remembered that Kim and Holly
had drifted out from the upper hall.
| Straining her eyes through the dark
ness. she saw them standing together
at the side Of the lily pool.
The girl was staring upward, her
chin lifted, watching feathery clouds
that drifted across the pale radiance
of the sky above the city. Kim's arm
was flung over her shoulder as if he
| sought to hold her away from every
thing but the rapt ecstasy of their
mood. In the stirless water Of the
| pool their bodies merged in one re-
Election, but Cynthia felt, with the
sharp insight of jealousy. that Holly
Barlow's mind was winging through
some empyrean where Kim tried
vainly to follow her. There was
soaring freedom in the girls aspect
which denied Kim's absolute posses
sion of her: but the realization of his
yearning for something withheld
stabbed Cynthia more sharply than
conviction of Holly's subjugation
could have done. piercing her pride
as well as her love for Kim. The
hopelessness of the struggle against
an attraction which so evidently
transcribed the mere physical, beat
down upon her. She might have.
she thought, striven and won against
a Daisy Gaynor, against any woman
of social and mental oaliber less than
her own. Against Holly Barlow,
comet trailing through an arc Of star
dust, she had no defense. Only when
the girl moved away from Kim's arm.
breaking the tense rapture of their
silence, did Cynthia dare to breathe.
They came toward her and she
drew back close to the wall lest Kim
see her. A little way from her he
halted, lighting cigarette, and Holly
came on alone. The fragrance of her
perfume swept over Cynthia as the
girl paused, turning back to Kim.
Wait for me here, darlin'," she bade
him, laughter running through her
tone like water over stones. "Il be
comm back to you"
"See that you do" Kim COM
manded. There was urgency, Cynthia
felt, and jealous fear in his order
Don't stop to f1irt with any Of those
Spaniards.'
They're good, but you're better,
lover" She blew him a kiss lightly
and went up the cleaning steps 10
vanish, a white nymph, beyond TIE
high portal.
(ContiMed in Tomorrow's Star)