The Waterbury Democrat., 1938-04-22
CHAPTER XI

Dick followed Mrs. Porter out t( the bar, a gloomy frown wrinklint his brows. Why the devil should h' a be called upon to shake O'Hara ou of the D. T.,s? For that matter, why should Mrs. Porter be so all-flree concerned about the man? Her jot didn't include playing nurse-maid tt the passengers
 AS if she sensed his annoyance she stopped inside the bar to ex' plain: Its the management o1 the casino. Richard. They simply will not tolerate actions like this not from the tourists. You know the finest families in Cuba support the Casino, and they won't have it turned into cheap side-shoW The company holds me respon- sible when things like this happen though what can I do about lt?'
 "What can I do?" he demanded trying to keep the irritation out of his voice.
 Help me get him out of here quietly. I asked one of the walters but MT. O'Hara resented it. Said he wouldn't be mauled by greasy da- goes
 I'd like to maui him. Dick thought. I'd like to dump him into the first garbage can came across.
 "Where's his wife?" he asked "SeemS to me she can handle him better than you or I, or the wait CTS either, for that matter"
 T don't know, Richard. thought she came with him, but she must have returned to the boat when she saw the condition he was in." This was not alto gether true, and Mrs. Porter knew it. AS 8 matter of fact, she dldnt want to find Mrs. O'Hara.
 All evening she had prayed, de- spairingly, for just such a situa- tion, for just this sort of logica excuse to get Richard away from Miss Milner. Now, as she watched him go over to tn e slumbering MT. O,Hara, she leaned wearlly against the door and indulged her self in a long, tremendous sigh o1 relief.
 Why, she asked herself, must she be continually embroiled ir these horrible little subterfuges? She did not enjoy them. Certain ly she didn't enjoy deliberately hurting Miss Miner. The only i,alm to her conscience was that she knew Miss Miner would bt able to take care of herself. In deed, there were moments wher she wished that Isobel were little more like that cool, self contained young woman ..
 She was so fed up with thl! ceaseless turmoil. She was s' weary of being charming to peo pie, of going places, of packint trunks! The very day, she would promise herself, the very day tha Isobel married, she would fint some quiet little place in tho country, where she could live or the small income her husband hao left her, and settle down to comfortable middle age. Where she could let the natural gray o1 her hair grow out from beneath the deceiving henna where she could relax in easy careless ness where she would never have to be polite to another per son as long as she lived!
 If only Isobel would marry! | only she would find someone Wht could keep her wants supplied, S' that her mother might have peace
 So, regardless of Miss Milner she must think of her daughte first. Richard was the man fo her. From every standpoint, h was the best they had encountere' on any of their innumerabl cruises. Tonight his eyes ha lighted when he saw her. If the could get together for a few hours
 She walked over to the corne table. where he was still tryin to shake some sign of life int the unconscious OHara. His fac wore a long cloak of disgust.
 "Id say to let him alone, Mr. Porter" he advised crisply. Sure ly it's no fault of yours, and tn walters know perfectly well Wha to do with such cases I have to get back to Joyce"
 Her eyes implored him. TT have a car brought around to thl side entrance, Richard Please just get him to the car | explain to Miss Miner"
 "All right, if you will"
 She hurried out toward tn main entrance, to look for Adolpf But she did not stop to explain t Joyce. Not just yet, she told her self. First must find Isobel :.
 It was several moments late before she returned to the bal just in time to see Dick and hi charge, assisted by one of tn walters, disappear through tn exit. Immediately she sent an other boy with her message 10 Joyce. She worded it truthfully but she hoped it would be mis understood. And when the bo looked after MT. O'Hara an grinned understandingly, she kne' that he would muddle the story ex actly as she wanted him to. Ther was no doubt in her mind as t how Joyce would react.
 She followed the three me through the side door, looking t see if the car had come around It would take the chauffeur seV