The Ypsilanti daily press. (Ypsilanti, Mich.) 1928-1962, 1941-11-14
CHAPTER FORTY-E1GHT

CHAR 4 En- T AAs 4 4
FOR ONE outrageous instant,
After Ylena and the bodyguard had
seen Tate slap Carlyle, Ylena
thought, rive lost my eyesight. l
can't seem And then she knew she
had been blinded by an anger so
violent It passed hatred. She heard
Tony gasp. The veins in his tenn
pies were standing out so far she
thought they would burst. His neck
was swollen and in his eyes, black
as ebony. there was murder.
Ylera clutched his arm. She felt
her fngernails turn backward as
he wre-ched out Of her hold.
.'To-y-please! I beg Of you
Tony" He eluded her. She ran aft
er him and again grabbed his arm.
Let me 60, Miss Varanof. Let
ne get 70 that man or III hurt
you. He threw her aside; she hit
the wall with crash.
She painted, Listen 70 me before
Carlyle gets up here. Please believe
me- know exactly what to do.
She pounded against his chest with
clerched fists, Tony, you must
listen to me. IL get rid Of him. Oh,
Tony. believe me when I say I'm
completely over my love. How
could I help but be ? I've often been
ashamed Of it. I've often asked for
a cure. Wen, this is it,
/ For a moment the young italian
looked into Ylenas desperately
pleading face. Il believe you-here
she comes" he said softly. He was
smiling when Carlyle walked in.
Between the childs slightly
meshed eyelashes was that same
CLEAN Of betrayal that Ylena had
noticed that day in the park when
she had been too proud to cry.
Forcing her voice TO be natural,
Ylena said lightly, into the little
girls silence, Dear me, but you
are a mess. Better get rid Of that
dirt"
They listened TO her run into the
bathroom and lock the door. Tony
said, beneath his breath, She is
crying now.
I know" Y1ena replied. TONY,
am now going to DO one Of the
most difficult things I've ever done
in my life. Remember, you said you
would trust nae"
AS the girl went down into the
patio she felt the eyes Of the watch
ing bodyguard burning into her
back
Darling" she exclaimed, look
ing down az Tates soiled trousers,
have you teen playing mud pies ?"
He gave her a peculiar, rather
uncertain and uncomfortable smile.
Didn't Carlyle tell you ,"
no. She just came in to wash
her hands"
His features slid from uneasiness
into relieved good looks, as he
reached for her hand and said ir-
revelantly, Tomorrow wen be
married"
Yes" She perched herself on the
fimsy arm Of his steamer chair.
Tate, Rose has me a bit worried.
She is 50 suspicious. Would you
mind terribly if I asked you to
leave so I can devote a little time
10 her? Youll have 70 change
trousers, you know" she added
with a slight smile.
Tate responded with a sheepish
grin. 4 think it's an excellent
Idea" He rose. pulled her into his
arms and kissed her ardently.
When the girl re-entered the llv-
Ing room, Tony stood waiting. livid
with rage Miss Varanoff,' he de-
manded furiously. have you lost
your mind ? ] saw you there" His
voice choked. Hot, bitter tears
Hooded his eyes and rolled IN
ashamedly down his cheeks. II saw
you in that mans arms. How could
you possibly do it,"
Crisply Ylena ordered. Don't be
fool. Tony" She clamped warn
ng fingers about his as Carlyle's
footsteps came toward them. Ex-
,ept for a slight pufness about
The childs eyes. her appearance