The daily monitor. (Mount Clemens, Mich.) 1940-1942, 1941-03-15

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I hate him 1ur toorinG away the
littla plecls ~ cnmouflage I've
managed 70 hids h !"
She turnsd. and peered through
the narrow crack Of the opened
door. II hate himr Il was ~ Il
she had to re him--had to trans
fer this hatred TO some concrete
image.
All she could zee was q broad.
gray back; sitting In the chair
she had vacated. A brown hand
rested on the arm Of the chair
q biz hand, with strong, blunt
fingers. And above the wide
gray shoulders she saw = tanned
neck and . well-shaped head
with dark hair.
He moved. Beatrice d W
back, conscious suddenly Of how
ridiculous and undignified she
would look IL they caught her
Fiercely her gloved hands
curled into fists. ''I'll rec you
again, you-you chloroformer,
you'll" she promised him silent
ly. "I'll see you again and I'll
make you eat that chloroform!"
But she was almost herself
again when she walked into the
lobby Of the Algique. Clarence
moved toward her from the dis
creetly lighted lounge. He was
terribly handsome, his tall body
graceful as q cats in the superbly
tailored dark suit.
'Cara!" he whispered, "You
are weary, no? Come, we shall
have q drink" His black eyes
were tenderly solicitous, his
hand on her arm gentle.
She thought. "How shrewd
Clarence is! How well he un-
derstands me. He knows so much
about women :"
Over her glass she asked him,
do you understand everything
about me, Clarence? Just ev-
erything? Or only when I'm
tired or not tired?"
He made q little gesture. who
can understand q woman, Bea-
trice? try. I study you. love
you 30, and want always to
please YOU"
Z "You mean, you want always
to be able to read me. So that
you won't ask me for something
at the wrong moment. So that,
at the right moments, you can
wind me around your finger?"
She was thinking out loud. There
was no resentment in her tone,
II was merely an appraisal.
Clarence leaned toward her.
Darling" he said caressingly,
Something has happened to you.
Someone has been unkind, it is
not? Tell me, sweet. Was it the
old Weeming?"
"Of course not! It's nothing"
She slipped her drink.
Clarence was in love with her.
He had to be, to have given up
Mimi rockingham who had just
as much money and would have
been easier to manage. In way,
Clarence was amazingly percep-
tive. She twirled the slim glass
in her fingers. Clarence" she
said softly, Clarence, suppose I
told you I'm unhappy, bored,
restless. What would you say?"
say" The black eyes glowed,
and his hands reached for hers.
II would say my little bird needs
relaxation, happiness, new
scenes, love, tenderness. In short,
Beatrice, I would say that it is
time for the honeymoon"
She drew her hands away.
But I don't want to get mar
ried just yet. Clarence. IL can't
really see that it's going to be
any different after we're mar
ried. Except for the house at
Westbury, of course. But that"
Her voice trailed off. She look
ed down into her glass intently.
Perhaps, after all, Clarence
might understand.
Why life Is 80 pointless. Clar-
ence. I've been thinking, this
afternoon. It's like q pink cotton
candy lollypop I wanted once at
the circus. Grandfather said 1t
wouldn't be good for me, but /
wanted it so! And then had 1t.
The lovely pink stuff was just
just sawdust in my mouth" She
looked up at him appealingly. 1T
had no taste, Clarence. It just
melted, without anything to 1t. I
guess it really was sawdust. And
well-that's my life, too. Taking
q cruise and thinking it'll be
wonderful. It's not. One thing
after another like that turning
into sawdust."
ashes, carrisima," said Clar-
ence. THAT is the classical ex-
preston, I believe. But this 10