The Waterbury Democrat., 1943-01-11
ABOUT MITCHELL GRACE
CHAPTER VII

They sat at small table at the Marguery, and took. their pleasure of Daiquiris (not too sweet) and gave enough attention to avoid be- ing noticed for the lack of it to the young woman who occupied, as the colunynists have it, the exclusive table reserved for glamor gals. A more beautiful woman sang songs. Her name was either Dolores or Carmencita. It was the season of Che Good Neighbor
 And Cynthia said, Flows the nitt?"
 Henry Prentiss looked wistfully at his mitt. I'm sorry to say that 1t is just about all right, and I'll be able to hold a stick b y Sunday. I'd rather have Mike in there. even if your little pretties did give him a going over yester- day.
 You know something?"
 T know everything"
 'I mean this something: Old Lady Vest is fit to be tied"
 :'Old Lady West should be tied. Has she any special reasons of her own?"
 Cynthia laughed. She's sure that you are spelling the beautiful romance. She'ss got a son, you know"
 He said, with 8 sound pretense of dreamy delight, What lovely role in life - giving misery to the hearts of scheming mothers with nirriagebale sons."
 "How do you say it-tonsillec- tony, appendectomy - I'm going to prescribe for you full-sized vanity -ectomy."
 T can tell right now, you've got something on your mind, Miss Pretty. Give"
 There, now! How did you guess? Anyway, I'm giving vol the fatal blow all at once. Mrs West had better stop worrying about you and cast those shiftS old eyes of her somewhere else"
 "Great heavens, fellows! xival!"
 He kissed her hand (clowning il Q deplorable fashion, and told thu waiter to hurry with more Daiquiris Which made Cynthia laugh, ant made Cynthia's eyes brighten like ; dial of 8 radio machine brighten after the switch has been turned ol for a moment or two.
 Yes, fellows. A rival, no less, she said. She did not pretend t, simper, which is tribute to Cyn thia and should be rememberet when her accounts are cast.
 "He is, my darling Hank, mal who amounts to something"
 f"Yeah? I yawn."
 ,'Yes. sir, the distinguished cor respondent, newspaper reporter t you, Mr. Vaughan Dunbar-citi zen of the world. consulted by tn inner cabinets of great govern mentS, and furthermore a frienI of Bill Stewards"
 By the way, how much none did you really win yfsterday?ss
 "Oh. no. None v of that, m hearty. You are going to hea about MT. Vaughan Dunbar, an you are not going to like 1t. Say That was pretty goodw
 ."I am ashamed"
 "The first honest emotion yo have felt in 10 years"
 She tried her best to tell hiT about Vaughan Dunbar. He trie his best not to listen. But whe the last cocktail was gone h knew, though he pretended not know. that Mr. Vaughan Dunba was Q gentleman of boise. manner breeding and accomplishment = that any woman would pause c feast twice before deciding tha he was just another Britishman C the Upper Glass and therefor t0 be regarded as q bore, c chia eIeF. Q pFeSumptuous ass and nor than likely Q fraud.
 Henry Prentlss settled the whol 1iatteT by observing that MT. Dun bar seemed thoroughly co apectable sort of a rat t0 him. aIl bV saying, Let's go down to 2 far dinner, and pass up the the ater."
 aFinel Then we'll 60 othe places"
 NsearchIng for Mir. Dunbar9"
 Naturally"
 Mitchell Grace was a young maj nl rather curious attainments. H hnd been born in WaxhaW, S. C a he'd won hE sound uaarlt and 20