The daily monitor leader. [volume] (Mount Clemens, Mich.) 1942-19??, 1943-01-18

SICK or mighty oellyache,
and gone to the care of q maiden
aunt. II was only wanting to
see you that made me come here
at all"
why want TO see me?"
THAT is just exactly why. You
never would have asked such a
question last week. You're not
Miss Pretty at all since His
Highness showed up"
Her laughter had brittle
tone. Maybe it's lo-o-ove!"
"Crazier things have happen
ed, Pretty"
Calm yourself. Anon he shall
depart, never, never, never TO
return. Listen, Hank. Do you
believe I'm the type to keep a
lamp burning in the window UNI
till I'm mold, old gal, and peo-
pie coming all the way from
Wisconsin TO see if the legend is
really true?"
Nope. l don't like that eth
Ell"
Don't like WHAT"
You're making fun of your
own emotions. That's never any
good, in any language. If you
really like the guy, I'm not
laughing about it. Though, per-
sonally, he sounds TO me like a
stuffed shirt"
II did a foolish kind of thing
tonight"
What? Not you!'
Told him the story of my
life"
Something I was never bold
eoungh to inquire into.
1T was funny. All Of sud-
den l was just splitting beans all
over the place
Well, l guess it's love, all
right"
"Oh, Hank -"
Look here, Pretty. can take
it if you have fallen for this
hombre. But l can't take it be-
ing the grand old pal that car
ries around shoulders for his
lost loves to weep on. Button
yourself up. You're acting like
baby and a cry-baby to boot. y
Whereupon she buttoned her
self up, and removed the single
small tear which had escaped
her eye, and allowed her COM
mon sense to take command
once again.
If you think I'm going 20
apologize, you're crazy she
said. If you think I'm going
to swear you to secrecy, you re
crazier still The way ! read all
of the best books, every girl has
a right to one of these damn
spasms once in a lifetime"
Spoken like Miss Pretty her
self"
"A hardy woman, Prentiss.
One of natures iron souls
With. currents that run
deep"
With mysterious and UNI
plumbed depths
"Inscrutable?"
And glowing with a radiant
light that shines from affair."
Full of primitive courage?'
And full of primitive danger.
Full of primitive thirst for Old
Lady Clicquots finest. Leave
us repair to the cave and par
take of the bounteous feast
Eventually they all went back
together. Very late it was, of a
moonstruck night, and so It
seemed advisable to swim in the
pool. That aim was accomplish
ed-oh, decorously, you may be
sure-and then there was play
at cards for stakes which made
Mitchell Grace and Fred West
worry aloud. And it was peri
lousy close to dawn before they
got around TO the business of
laying stakes upon the polo
game which would be played on
Sunday.
The estimable widow Clicquot
had worked certain familiar
magic upon Mitchell Grace by
the time this point was reached.
Fred Vests cheeks were pinker
than the fairest Eton lad might
ever boast. And he was every
thing that male could be short
of truculent.
He demanded of Henry Prem
tiss, Are you going TO play
The good doctor says yes
Then our side is certain to
win"
And that, expressed in terms
of cash money, means. 20 said
Henry Prentiss.
"All I've got. Which is a sim
gle grand, after I've patched
out a few places with loans here