The Wilmington morning star. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1909-1990, 1943-12-24
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thinks she's SO clever. I'll out
think her some way
But horror nipped him as he lis
tened to her next words. ST be-
lieve,' she was saying sweetly
that I'll ask David to fly down
fol week while I'm resting
there
Using what for money? Some
loose lettuce out OF your purse?'
You happen to be talking about
my future husband" seethed NAL
lory. Greater than her outrage
over the insult to David was her
pleasure in this opportunity for a
dramatic orgy. She got up from
the piano bench and began strid-
ing back and forth, putting as
her inside the country where I
MT oh thought into her impromptu
performance as if she were on tna
stage.
David is one of the most prom
ls;ng modern painters. Just be,
cause he hasn't made fortune
you needn't be so supercilious. Size
sltng one foot atop small hassolA
and took the pose of a dictatori,s
pirate. Just you wait! There.E
come day!"
You bet there will" Suddenly
ne snorted. Lady, your flanneis
are showing
His wicked grin stopped thu
girls outburst. The energy she had
used IN striking her pose had slung
the lavish house coat apart, lie.
teallng the ugly green and yellow
flannel pajamas. Angrily she slung
the stripped satin skirt over the
glamorless flannel, saying at the
same time, WHAT difference does
il make?"
None at all. Not for the sake Of
Tod Patrick But I see the fair
haired boy striding across the
park, bareheaded in the snow, tn,
orrn fool, so you'd better put YOU
nee shoes on and dangle that red
handkerchief and be especially in
vltlng or he might not stay TO-:
that free chicken lunch.;'
You're fine one to talk about
free meals. You invited yourself
I'm not staying, Mallory Tod
Patrick put his hat on with a say.
age gesture.
Don't knock out your m ]
Trains just because you're not get
ting your own way, Legree." Mai.
Tory was sterpir g into the elaoo
rate plastic and lace-lined mules.
Her voice was sweet now, in prey.
aration for David.
Save your beguilements fol
david, you cheat!' The buzze r
sounded just as Tod Patrick
reached the door. He opened 1t.
Mallory's fiance's face was icy
from the cold air. His manner was
even icier. ''Hunlph!' he deigned,
and stepped around Tod Patrick.
Double humph!' barked Pat
rick. He rushed through the door
and slammed it after him.
That man must spend half his
waking hours here In your apart
raent, Mallory David took off his
topcoat and sat down in comfort
able chair.
The girl perched herself on the
arm and answered his peevish ex.
aggeration with needless expia~
nation. HIS my manager. We
hive gret deal to talk abou.. -
However, her fee had lost a bit o.
its shining welcome.
''Do you always talk TO the ac~
compartment of old-fashionedsg'
The mans stee]ly toned eyes were
On the emptied cocktail glasses he
side the piano leg.
''You know I seldom drink cock
tails" the girl said sharply. cav
Eavy," she crconed Immediately
afterward, d MT be cranky.
You're just cold and hungry" She
put her hands over his red cheeks
and rubbed them. YOU'D better
have an old-fashioned yourself"
The young artist looked better