The Key West citizen. [volume] (Key West, Fla.) 1879-current, 1939-09-12


But, search as she would, she could
find no tangible reason. At first,
she had expected that he would,
in her own words, take advantage
of the situation, to make passes at
her. Yet when she was alone with
him. his attitude was that he was
amused rather than intrigued with
her. In the presence of others, he
was a trifie more attentive to her.
That was all.
Suddenly the memory of his
eyes when he didn't know he was
being observed came back to her.
They always seemed to narrow q
trifie as though they were calcu-
lating something.
That small sign was a danger
signal to Cecily and, for all that
she could not imagine what he was
calculating, she decided to go to
Olivia with the truth. She would
do it that night. "
Having disposed Of her resolu-
ton, her thoughts turned to the
more pleasant immediate future.
And to the night before.
'Lochinvar, indeed!" she said,
and was impatient to be up. 9
In her closet her frocks were ar
ranged in a neat row. She selected
a bright blue linen without con-
sciously thinking that her gray
eyes took on a blue light reflected
from the tone of the fabric.
She brushed her tawny hair un-
til it Shone and tied a blue kerr
chief over it. She put on her fiat
heeled moccasins and took them
off again, donning instead a pair of
high-heeled sandals. Looked like
somebody's little girl, did she?
1t was scarcely eight when she
ran down the stairs. She was the
earliest riser at Darelea.
Rosemary
THERE was letter at her
breakfast place. She opened it
eagerly. Wilson had returned with
the evening mail while she was
out the night before and, in her
excited mood on her return, she
had forgotten to ask if there had
been any for her.
A newspaper clipping fell out
with the letter.
Both were from Jean Tuthill.
I'VE miss you, darling" Jean
wrote, "but we envy you. It's been
beastly in New York. We thank
heaven for the coolth of your
apartment which Hilda adores."
There was more about the activi-
ties of Cecily's group of friends.
At another time, she would have
felt wave of nostalgia for them.
Today, her interest was no further
than where she was. She turned
the pages, reading:
Thanks for the bits of news
from Vickersport," Jean went on.
Don't forget to tell file when you
have other guests. It's hard to fill
the newspaper columns during
this weather and every little bit
helps. I'm enclosing a clipping of
an item out of your last letter"
Cecily had written that Philip
Callen was kouse-guest. She had
added no details. She picked up
the clipping.
1t was dated nearly week be-
fore and read:
Conspicuously absent at the
gay parties attendant on Ten
mis- Week at Newport are those
three popular debutantes, Gloria
Watts. Allene Bixby and Karen
Willoughby who are i1ouse-par-
tying in Maine. They are the
guests of Gloria's mother, Nine.
Olivia Darrell of the Metropol-
itan, whose palatial summer
home. Darelea, at Vickersport is
famed for its almost constant
roster of celebrated guests. A
recent addition to the party is
Philip Callen. well-known au-
thor.
Later in the season, Nine.
Darrell will entertain party of
fellow artists IF the Met. This is
an annual custom at Darelea to
which VickerSport looks for
ward. During the closing week
of the summer colony season, a
concert is given by Nine. OAR
rell and her guests and the pro-
ceeds are given to the local char
tiles. Word reaches us that this
affair is comparable in brilliance
to the more ambitious projects
of the New York season. It's an
occasion for diamond tiaras and
Paris gowns and the wealthy
colony which summers at WICK
ersport puts aside its cottons
and woods to blossom on this oc-
casion.
Cecily read it hastily and tucked
it into her pocket. glad that she
had been able to give Jean a bit of
news.
Her footsteps fastened along
the main street of the village, i'm
PEELED by an urge that she refused
to put into words. She wanted to
get to the shop before Laura ar
rived. There might be-there just
might be-a message for her there.
What the message would be, she
had nc idea. Or if there would be
one.
There was.
Slipped under her door was q
small white envelope.
With mounting excitement. she
picked it UP and opened it.
There was sheet of blank pa
per enclosing two crisp one dollar
bills and a small. faded sprig. That
was all.
She held the sprig with its dried
blossom in her hand. 'Tt's Rose
mary" she said. And then, 'Rose-
mary is for remembrance"