Carolina watchman., 1936-01-24

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Gardens, she could see the roofs of
Bombay, flat and white, stretching
along the ocean front. The Mare
MIA was dot in the distance.
Angela thought of Lovat. What
could she get him that would inter-
est him at all? Something for his
own adornment would please him
most although it was difficult to
pick up suitable gifts for smart
young man-about-town. She sigh
ed and noticed that Peter had walk
led into the lounge with Claire. He
looked more bronzed than ever
with his white rajah suit. She was
radiant in cream-colored silk a few
shades lighter than her tanned skin.
There was no sign of Jenny.
They found quiet corner under
the palms and ordered drinks. Peter
leaned over the table and talked
hard to Clare, whose lashes flutter-
ed as she listened to what he said.
He was so absorbed that he had no
eyes for anyone else in the lounge.
Johnny walked nto the lunge and
glanced in the direction of Peter
and Clare. He seemed aggrieved,
and Angela, watching him felt a
little sympathetic as he stood un-
certainly at the door. At last he
came over to her table and drown
ed his pique in one cocktail after
another. A flush crept up on his
face as he kept his gaze on Clare,
who was chatting in the most in
innate way with Peter.
where's the lovely Mrs. Rum
ford today?" he enquired, like one
who must torment himself.
81 haven't seen her at all, Angela
told him. II was the only one Of
our lot to come ashore on the ten
der"
Perhaps she overslept-like me. -
''Oh, cheer up, Johnny! Things
are not SO bad," Angela remarked,
starring at his clouded face. Her
attention wandered around the
room. There was Macduff, staring
into space, and high-hatting the
world with the aid of stiff drink.
And here came Jenny, straying into
the room with her usual lost air.
Her expression in a mirror as her
glance rested on Peter and Clare,
was tinged with flush of surprise,
and she looked like bird that has
been winged. She moved straight
over to the table, dragging long
white scarf behind her.
'Peter, I oversight. Pm sorry
you didn't waken me-"
He sprang to his feet. "You
looked so exhausted, Jenny so l just
let you sleep. You didn't mind
my coming on witrout you, did
you? Twas going back to get you
for luncheon
''Not scrap, Peter. Good
morning Mrs. Langford."
"Hello, Mrs. Rumford! What
a gorgeous shade of green you're
wearing! It's just like turf, and
suggests a lawn in this dusty part
of the world"
Clare's voice was flattering, but
Jenny shrank from the personal
note. She regarded her as an abb
solute stranger.
swell, I'm lunching with John
n.y." said Claire, lightly. II must
be getting along" Then, turning
to Peter, "You win"
Well have to discuss it again" he
said, freezing His voice; but Jenny
was inattentive.
Clare strolled over to the other
table. ''I'm famished for lunch"
she announced. II want some
curry, Johnny. We're entering
the area of starvation now"
Sorry, I'm lunching here with
Others" ..
He was staring at her with a.
tragic air. Secretly Clare hoped
that he wouldn't cut his throat 90
jump into the ocean. Stupid in
fant she'd teach him a lesson. She
leaned over and purred: ''All
right Johnny; it doesn't matter a
bit. I want to go back to the
boat in any event and look up Mr..
Charlton. So long. Hope you en-
joy your curry
''Damn!" muttered Johnny, and
let her go.
All afternoon the Marenia lay
peacefully at anchor, with most Of
her passengers ashore. They were