Evening star., 1937-03-07


I'D vote for white bull terrier" he con-
tinued. They're smart and affectionate and
grand watchdogs had one in San Antonio
80"
He did not see Beth stiffen. Mart had never
before mentioned the Texas city = it was just
another of the little, inconsequential things
that made him, her husband of nearly year,
mystery. She hated those things. hated the
suspicious they bred and herself for enter
tanning those suspicious She couldn't chal
ienge on trivialities; couldn't demand that
Mart submit detailed biography of his life
from the cradle to the day that she had first
met him and loved him.
Il never knew you'd lived in San Antonio.
Mart"
Maybe never mentioned it. It's lovely
old town" He was oblivous to Beth's alb
straction. She was asking if life with Martin
Clements was always to be like dwelling
across the road from closed, mysterious
house where one saw occasional CLEANS of
light from behind shuttered windows. He
was
I've letter to write, Beth. Coming in?"
mot now. I'm too comfy
She heard his typewriter and once the light
sound of his steps crossing the room. Pres
entity he appeared and suggested that they
walk to the mailbox at the end of their lane.
Not word of the letter or to whom it was
written. No deliberate secrecy. no evasion.
Just the assumption that she wouldn't be
interested.
He'd always been like that. casual mys-
terry. Their first meeting. for example. She
was alone on the float and. of course, hadn't
been looking in the right direction for she saw
nothing until his fingers gripped the rail and
he left the water as smoothly as seal.
Hello, there!
Hello. 1t was only man after all. What
time this morning did you leave Spain?"
mot Spain Rogues' Point" he cor
rected. Il saw you from over there. The sun
made your white suit look all gold and rose
like - like the colors on dolphin's side when
he's dying"
rs that fattering? A dying dolphin =
ugh!'
They're beautiful. I've caught 'em in the
Caribbean. They're silver when you pull them
out and then they turn rose and blue-green
and purple like rainbow gone haywire'
Another! Do you specialize in meta
phors?"
mo. they just come. Out of the every
where into the here, you know. Wait and see"
That was in July and they were married in
October from Aunt Carols town house. Only
Beth knew how wholeheartedly that good
lady disapproved of the match.
You're of age. Elizabeth, and your own
mistress, but haven't you ever stopped to
think that you don't know thing about him?
Has he ever mentioned his family? Can he
support you?
lncandescent fame cleaned from the three
carat diamond on Beth's finger.
Il dent think he's on relief. Aunt Carol,
and do know something about him, He's an
orphan. He's thirty. His only relatives are
some distant cousins =" she ignored the
staccato demand for names and residences.
Being an orphan isn't criminal I'm one"
'Yes. wish your father was alive, Eliza
beth. He'd ask for references and if he didn't
get them he'd investigate, even if it meant
hiring detectives" " She shifted
Beth bit short hostile retort. Aunt Carol
was a love, but of another and uncompre-
hending generation, and Mart was - Mart
vas Mart and they we're to be married in
October! They were together every day That
year saw an abnornally early fall and they