The Ypsilanti daily press. (Ypsilanti, Mich.) 1928-1962, 1942-05-01
CHAPTER THREE

II FEEL guilty" Anette said as
they stepped from the elevator,
running away from my lesson"
: Don't be ridiculous" retorted
Larry. Its too beautiful a day to
stay indoors. Why. III bet if we
drove through Lincoln park we'd
see the beginning Of spring" He
pushed her into space in the re-
volving door and followed her onto
the street.
Spring." she echoed with a sar-
castle giggle, as the actor skidded
on an icy spot. Quickly, she glanced
up between drab buildings at the
bleak gray sky; a few stingy little
grains Of snow were falling. They
settled on Larrys shoulders and
face and on his bare head. Only
fierce admoniton to herself kept
Anette from reaching up to wipe
them from his slightly wavy dark
hair. It's dead winter and I still
feel guilty"
They stepped from the curb into
a cab. well, don'tw her compan-
ion told her with certainty. THE
only plot seems to be Weep for
Wednesday, And you will" He or
dered the driver. GO straight up
Michigan avenue" then turned to
the hazel-eyed girl. 80 relax and
enjoy"
The beautiful day" Anette In
serted in a gentle taunt.
A responsive grin lighted his
face, then he sobered. In fact, he
looked almost angry. Don't you
think it is a beautiful day? Well,
don't you?" he Immediately de-
manded a second time. His gaze
was hard against her cheek.
For an instant Anette looked
away. then felt her eyes being
drawn back and she again met his
gaze which hadn't once wavered.
Yes" she said simply. Il do"
He closed his eyes and repeated
her words in a whisper. Il do.
Spoken like a bride at the altar"
There came that ridiculous lurch
Of her heart again. that crazy hot
lurch of absolute ecstasy. They
were crossing the bridge and curv-
ing gently about the Wrigley build
ing. Where is the tea dance"
AT the Drake" Larry muir
INJURED. "A private one. Lois Lyn-
don, the stomach pill heiress, is CIV
ing It,"
Dismay darkened Anettes voice.
"a private one? Oh, she won't like
your bringing me"
Il don't care whether she likes Il
or not" Larry slumped lower and
braced his dark head on the back
OF the cab seat. IF she says any,
thing I'll just go home and it's
cinch she won't like that"
The girl had no answer for such
snobbish lassitude. From her pock-
ct she pulled a small compact and
began adjusting the white beret
and its matching scarf inside the
collar Of the leopard sport coat.
Laurence Peyton rolled his head
TO one side to watch her. His re-
monstration was lazy. stop that.
Women always dig for mirrors and
start fixing their faces so men will
spout the stock phrase. Don't do
that. You're pretty enough al
ready Well, that's over: I've said
II. and you are" Listlessness raced
from him. He snatched her hand
and pulled her arm through his.
making it tight and hard against
his body you are so pretty" he
said, looking straight ahead UP the
boulevard Instead Of at the girl. so
pretty that It infuriates me. Your
hair is as black and shining as the
Jumps Of coal Walt and ! used TO
steal when we were little BOYS try
ing to keep from freezing TO death.
Your skin Is so white I want TO rub
dirt on il. I want to pull out your
eyelashes one by one"
Anette laughed, none too stead
fly. And knock out all my teeth. |
! suppose. and Nhack of the end Of
my noye7
IN bet you think I'm crazy