Evening star., 1941-12-28
THIS WEEK MAGAZINE

III dIluy!
Eyes, l can't seem to get warm"
A line of youngsters doing Conga
came through the lounge, laughing
young barbarians, their eyes shining.
Outdoors, skaters whirled to swing
band. Laughter and music, clashing
Cymbals all around them!
Rod said in hard unfamiliar voice,
as it too much to ask what you in
tend to do?'
81 haven't any plans"
Monday when we get home. you'll
want the place to yourself. I've been
offered the job of doing hotel in
Rochester ="
He was lying, of course. He was
going to clear out because they could
mt go on like this. Not even for
little while.
Don't think you have to leave the
fiat because of me-" she filled in the
stop that dangled like loose rope.
Il spend so much time at the studio
Il can live there"
The Conga dancers swung past.
One of the girls yelled. "Hotcha, Mrs.
Masters! Come along -" Lynn
smiled gaily and waved as she had
waved to Una Calthrop.
Rod muttered under his breath,
"T'hell with the studiov' Then he
asked, How do you bury dead love,
Lynn? l don't know. Mine is still
alive and kicking. That needn't COM
plicate things for you. of course"
Lynn put down her glass without
having tasted the brandy. "Rod. all
those women you made love to, they
aren't the reason for this. Maybe
what you said is true - maybe l am
to blame. But love that has to be held
together by jealousy is bound to fall
apart sooner or later - it can't last"
II want you this minute" Rod
countered. 81 want you"
The Conga snake, heightened con-
siderably, bumped against the wicker
table. Lynn steadied her glass with a
hand that shook the way her nerves
were shaking.
Una CALTHRoP came down the stair.
Her white velvet skating skirt edged
in red fox swung out. and on her head
sat a red turban with CLASSY green
eyes in its animal head. She crossed
to Henry Calthrop who, wrapped in
rugs, was looking out of the plate glass
picture window at the skaters.
Una kissed her husbands forehead
and made straight for Rod. Her soft
angora voice indicated hurt surprise.
'In evening dress, Mr.. Masters! l
thought you we're going to skate with
me-" From under lowered lids she
sent Lynn a swift glance, suspecting
domestic blockade.
Rod said to Lynn, 81 feel like a turn
on the ice. How about you?"
Lynn answered, "I'm too tired"
Rod turned to Una: Meet you
on the lake in fifteen minutes" But
after she had gone, he made no move.
He kept looking at Lynn.
She looked past him at the frail
man whose face was the scared color
of a yellow autumn leaf. Then she
went over and sat beside Calthrop.
Beautiful sight, isn't it?" His
voice seemed to come from a great
distance. 81 used to love skating when
my wife and l went to Davos for
winter sports, Mary adored Switzer-
land" He didn't explain who Mary
was. Una Calthrop sped past; flood
lights silvered her face and ice dia-
monds sparkled from her skate blades.
Handsome Spencer Burke, one of Fir
Lodges crack skaters, had an arm
linked through hers.
Henry Calthrop went on, Una is
more expert than Mary but no more
graceful. Even at forty, Mary had
the figure of girl. She never looked
her age - not until we lost our boy"
He leaned back against the cushion.
So Una was his second wife; there