Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1940-11-08
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comb, powder, and lipstick. She was
just finishing her makeup when there
was knock on the bedroom side of
the door. She opened it and confront
ed Gaby, who had color in her cheeks
now. Gaby's eyes were brilliant black
mirrors. She looked strangely defiant
and in spite of her smile, there was
turbulence in her demeanor.
"Come in the bedroom, JEAN" She
drew her half-sister in, closing the
bathroom door. "Why have you fol-
lowed me like spy? And how did
you find out my friends address?
1t is unladylike! It is rude! 1 am
shocked!"
It was changed Gaby from the
white-faced, shaking girl of only a
few minutes ago. How strangely her
eyes were glittering! Had she been
drinking?
"You? To be shocked?" Jean said
in a low, tense tone. whats your
nightie doing with his pajamas in
that bathroom, Gaby? You know you
stayed here all night"
You shall not say that Gaby cried.
She caught her by both wrists in a
grip of vice-like power. 81 stay in an
hotel that is halfway here last night,
with the American lady I sew for
in Martinique. She came to hear me
sing last night, and afterwards I
drive her back-and then this morn
ing she drive here with me, to meet
my friends. And now she accompany
Madame Blanchard across the lake.
When she return, I go back with her
to her hotel where spend last night,
and tomorrow evening I am in town
for my work."
$50 that explains your nightie and
robe hanging in the bathroom, and
your toilet things in the cabinet?"
jeans lips curled.
"These are not mine. They are Ma
dame Blanchard's."
cts you who are passing yourself
off as Madame Blanchard over the
week-ends, you mean! Why, one of
your neighbors just told me she was
young, sang in nightclub, and"-
casting discretion to the winds "that
she didn't believe you really were his
wife!"
Gaby swiftly released her right
hand and raised it as if to strike the
younger girl. But Jean jumped back,
jerking free. She ran and looked under
the bed. A purple morocco suitcase
she had given Gaby from her own
plentiful luggage was hidden under
it. It must be the same suitcase into
which she had seen Gaby hurting gar
ments.
eyes, that is my suitcase" Gaby
fairly spat out. 81 bring it here today
because am not certain that 1 stop
at my friends hotel. I may drive
straight back to town tonight"
"In my car" Jean finished sarcas-
tically. you've certainly got nerve
Gaby!"
"But I am your sister! It is right
that you share everything with me!
Poof! l do not even thank you! It is
your duty!"
well, it's going to be the last
tint? you use my car for your esca-
padeS! Get that?" Z
N-Lc.'c dorly oxyae ,oo,xo,,,oJ La -
points. "You are jalouse! You hate
me because 1 come into your home
and Walter Mallory prefer me to
your
GLOW dare you mention his name
here" 1t was Jean now who was shak-
ing, and not Gaby. "Let me inform
you he'll drop you like "a toad
when l tell him about your cute little
hide-away!"
"Then 1 tell him my story, Jean!
That poor Armand is sick friend
who come here for the cure. I bring
him here to see poor Armand for him
self, and he believe me. He believe,
too, that you are shockingly jalouse!"
Anything more?" Jean asked Ga
by sarcastically.
81 also will tell Walter" Gaby
murmured, "what have yet told no
one-not Armand or his mother or
anybody = that am the elder daugh-
ter of our mother. And I also tell our
stepfather the whole story"
jeans slim fingers curled and un-
curled. The impulse to fasten them
on Gaby's throat was terrifying.
There was a long, pregnant pause.
Through the thin wall and doors,
they could hear Armand moving pots
and dishes in the kitchen, evidently
making nreparation for supper.