The Wilmington morning star. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1909-1990, 1944-02-10

lin piece of my mind" Sh
picked up the shears again. He
shoulders were rigid.
Prism picked up her iron agail
and smoothed the priceless lac
concert dress with tender gestures
You're having a pretty good time
Better let well enough alone. Yo'
are seeing Velvet Name and goin
to lunch and tea dancin'."
Yeh, thought the singer derisive
ly, with the withered 70-year-oit
Senorita Dolores, who watched he
not whit less than her owl
charge, Manuelita. It was ever
worse, she and Richard Blythe de
cided in private talk, then whe1
Manuelita chaperoned Carlos ane
Carlos chaperoned Manuelita. The
OILY advantage was that Sennrit:
Dolores could not see exceptionally
well.
Carlos had sent the waiter to re
Guest 'Vereda Tropical and he
and Mallory had rumbaed arounc
the roof-top dance floor at the Re
fo:ma. When far enough aWaV
from the Senorita Dolores dim
eyes Carlos had led her out on tne
ledge that ran across the side Of
tie: building, on around to that
open space right above the en-
trance steps. Mallory remembered
looking down over the balustrade
and feeling dizzy because of the
height Then Carlos had kissed tie1
and kissed her, until she was dizzy
from an entirely different reason.
81 incesita," he had whispered
81 love you much. I am going tt
keep you with me forever"
Ard then they had slipped back
inside to mingle with the dancers
and eventually circle back to the
table and the censorious watch OF
the old maid chaperone. Mallory
was beginning to know more about
loves being expressed through the
eyes, through the touch of ones
hailo, through the infection Of a
voice, than she had ever dreamed
possible. 1t all was sweet, but not
sweet enough when what she actu
ally wanted was Carlos to put a
ring on her finger and not waste
much time leading her to a minis
ter
Or would it be priest? I'm
doubtedly. It did not matter. Any
ceremony that bound her to Carlos
would suit her perfectly. Mentally
she formed a picture of how she
would look, in a dress of thick nap
satin and pearl embroidery.
Prism was speaking again. Re.
peatlng rather. 'Yes'm, you'd BET
ter thank your luck start Mr.. -odd
amt here. He wouldn't low all
this dancin and skeedaddling' you
been doin'."
ooh, let up, Prism, she added
Jelly. 'Tn never mention him
again."
She didn't. Not until the follow
ing afternoon. when she returned
from rehearsal. And again the next
day when she came home earlier
than usual. It was the day of the
first performance, so the practice
period had been short.
ANY word from Legree?" she
asked her maid through set lips.
NO" Prism replied mildly, get
ting the bed ready for her mis-
tress. Mallory Baker always rested
the entire afternoon before a con-
rect.
Sandy hasn't heard from him
eithe,1-.''
What if he amt. Are you all a
coupla babies what can't do nothin
without Mr.. Tod?'
I'VE don't need hin!'
That's just what I'm pointin
out, so what you shoutin' about:
The Negress thumped pillows with
vengeance. "You done plenty ct
singin' when he wasn't nowhere
rear"
''1t is his being near that pro
vokes me. Prism. If he were in the
States I'd not think a thing about
it. But he told me he'd be down the
day before the first concert. In.
stead, he comes down a week
ahead of time, then goes on a 81.
lence." She repeated Indignantly
1T isn't that l need him.
Prism ordered in weary voice.
oh, stop ravin. You drink this
egg-nog that I fixed up in orange
Juice and honey and go to sleep. -
The girl felt better when she
awoke. There was no message
FROM Tod Patrick, but there were
camellias from Carlos, pink ones,
arranged inside a paper lace luf-
file. They were just the thing te
GARY, an old-fashioned compile.
emnt to her old-world dress, with
its bouffant, slightly hoped skirt.
At the Palace of Fine Arts there