The Wilmington morning star. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1909-1990, 1944-01-18

r see in that man.
r Mallory said with coldness, 'It''
3, not really important what yol
i thought
Undaunted, the servant added
"Mr. Tod never did see what you
, could see in him neither"
That's not really important Ell
: Their. Prism. For that matter, Da
, vid isn't important. He never was.
Prism all but neighed. Ha! Aft
er the way you was Weepin' ano
: wailin' like you was heart-busted."
Heart-busted! Prism's words re-
minded her of her broken heart,
the one that sent her scurrying
out of New York, the one She d
scarcely had time to think OF since
Dallas.
i Mallory looked up at her maid
and grinned. Her eyes were i'm
pish. Prism, thanks for remind
ing me. I've decided to indulge
that broken heart. I've found just
the man to slap it together again
and make it better than new
We'll, finslly!" Prism gave an
exhausted sigh. Finally / get to
hear all about him. What's his
name?"
Chuck" For an instant h e
blond girl enjoyed the dismay on
her servants face. Slang 70 r
Charles, Prism. You know The
knocking lit left her voice. 1t sank
to a low caress. "His name is
Carlos"
The maids black face glowed.
Carlos" she repeated. I like
that. Yes, I sure like that. Sounds
like velvet. Go on
Mallory half closed h er eyes.
He is the most handsome man
I've ever seen. Not pretty boy
handsome, like some of my lead
ing men il Hollywood. He has
the good looks built over g o o d
bones. His hair is ALMOST black.
So are his eyes. His skin has an
olive-toned perfection-' She broke
off to make an inward compari-
son. Like Manuelita's."
Go on Prism said a second
time.
His voice does the same thing
to me that my voice does to 9TH
ers. And when he smiles at me
l feel Just like I did when I signed
my first contract for a thousand
dollar concert" She opened her
eyes now and gazed at her maid.
mot the later contracts for far
more money, Prism, but that first
one for $1,000 I've never expert
enced more exciting moment
than that-not until now" She
smiled dreamily. I really can't
describe him, Prism.
You're don all right. In fact
you're dom too good. Prisms
head dropped to one side. Her eyes
took on a speculative CLINT and
her blubber lips bulged. $50 good
you got me sorta scared.
The girls voice was almost a
whisper. I'm sorta scared my
self, Prism"
"You amt never acted this way
over no man before"
I've never felt this way be-
fore" She frowned slightly. I
want to cry. And my stomach
hurts
Prism clasped her fat black
hands together. 'Oh-oh!'' she de-
plored, you really got it. You
have, Miss Mallory. When it passes
from the fun stage to the pain
stage, that's how you tell" she
relayed from her own romantic
wisdom, that you really got it."
Well, what is the matter with
you? You were all a-twitter and
now you act as if the funeral
would start any minute The girl
got up with an impatient move
ment and headed toward her bed
room. Prism was trailing r.
Mallory said Il can't help it if
Carlos has me batting my eyes
at stars, can II"
That's the awful part, you not
bein' able to>help it. Again Prism
dropped her head she made a
clicking sound. MIR. Patrick ANT
goin' TO like it,
TIT. Patrick doesn't like any
thing except Mr. Patrick
'Aw now, Miss Mallory, that re-
mark amt justificated' Mr.. Pat
rick likes you powerful we'll"
Sure! Standing on a stage!"
The girl was getting out of her
black velvet cocktail dress.
Prism let her mistress jibs go
unanswered. She changed the SUBJ
ject. What you goin' to put on?
Huh? What you goin' to wear to
dinner with that MIR. Carlos?'
I have no dinner engagement"
Prisms outraged face made the
singer speak sharply. You're aw-
full, Prism. You liked the idea of
new romance. Then yau de-
cided it was too much of a good
thing. Now you're riled because
he didn't invite me to dinner. Stop
being so wishy-washy and make
up your mind She threw her
self on the bed and stared at the
ceiling.
The colored Woman's voice was
glum. II can't understand no man
not invitin' my pretty Miss NAL
Tory to dinner
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