The Waterbury Democrat., 1938-04-28

ana WaLcneQ HeT WiIil uiNNAiSN admiration, approving the quick re- sponsive smile that lighted her face, the soft brown eyes, bright with sincerity and good humor, the saucy upturned nose, sprinkled now Wltn a few audacious freckles captured under tropical sun.
 "The smartest thing ever did in my life" he said with sudden tenderness, twas to bump into you that first night out"
 Joyce dropped her eyes. I'm rather glad you did my self," she admitted honestly.
 They were among the first pas sengers who picked their cautious way down the gangplank, eager for quick appraisal of this new land, their eyes alive with expectancy. The wharf was crowded with native vendors.
 Dick hurried Joyce through the alluring displays. These things will all be here when we get back" he assured her. You wouldn't start now to load me down with chairs and hats and baskets, I hope"
 They emerged from the mer- chandising chaos, ran the gauntlet of chauffeurs and guides and self appointed councillors, and came at last to the main shopping district. Here was the same friendly, con- servative atmosphere of Bermuda, except that Kingston hustled with the commercialized importance of a metropolis. Here the slow padding of horse drawn wagons and car riageS was drowned in the hum of up-to-date trucking; lazy darkies, riding to town astride their mules, made way for motorcycle delivery carts.
 They walked along, gazing at window displays of Bond street wares. Kingston left no doubt in the visitors mind that it was an integral part of the British Elm pire.
 What do we want first?" Dick inquired. Scotch tweeds or Lon- don boots?"
 Joyce's eye caught the beauty of crockery in a shop window. Lets look at dishes" she urged. "I'd love 1 to get some WedgeWood for Aunt Martha. Isn't 1t beautiful"
 He grinned. Plates are plates to me. It's the food upon them that counts. But come on; you might pick out something for my mother, too. She's Wacky over dishes.
 So she shopped for chinaWare in an ecStacy of sheer delight, alto gether unmindful that in Haiti she had criticised women who preferred the foolish allure of shops to the greater opportunity of exploring the scenic splendors of a bounteous Ma ture.
 The moments flew by, brief in- terlude in paradise, until Dick. trail- ing along dutifully in her wake, blue-eyed docile bull in the china shop, murmured an apologetic plea that she make up her mind in time for luncheon.
 She bought dinner set for Aunt Martha in the traditional Wedge wood blue, to match the wallpaper of her dining room. And for Dick s mother she chose, with his en- thusiastic approval, an extravagant- ly dainty Royal Doulton tea set, all gold and green and roses.
 ' He sighed in weary relief as the decisions were made and arrange ments completed to have the two sets packaged and delivered to the Empress.
 "Thank Heaven people don't have to buy dishes every day in the week. Do you know how long you've been here?"
 How long?"
 "Ar' aour and half"
 Not really! I'm sorry, Dick. But it's been such fun. I can't wait to see Aunt Martha's eyes when she opens the package. Come now, I'll go wherever you want. It can't be time for luncheon yet"
 Its five to twelve. Suppose take you over to the hotel you can sit in the garden and cool of. There's just one thing I want to buy, and I see the shop down the street.
 Cant I go along?"
 And dawdle another hour and half? I should say not"
 They lunched at the Myrtle Bank hotel, in glamorous garden set ting of royal palms and Bougain- villea, and across the table he handed her the purchase he had made. Just a little souvenir of the good times we've had together, Joyce" he explained,
 She opened the box eagerly, There nesting in It's pillow of snowy cotton, was beautiful hand wrought silver locket, large as