The Wilmington morning star., 1944-01-31

left" His blush proved she wa.
right. She returned to a former
worry. ut see ms odd they
wouldn't be suspicious about my
pretending social call. It was
nearly midnight"
"Oh, 1 don't know Blythe sale
airily. They are noted in the cap
ital as ladies' men and, after al!
you did lambast them with spe.
cial brand of eve fluttering.''
It was Mallory's turn to blush.
"Oh, go home!" she said in a
peevish voice. "But don't forget. "
She added with discretion, ''tu
come back. We have work to do.
Mallory looked at her watch. It
was past eight now. She wondered
why Prism was not up. Usually at
this hour Mallory was able to hear.
through the dinness of her slum-
Der, Prism and Armando in the
kitchenette, having breakfast and
carrying on endless discussions,
Prism learning Spanish and Ar
mando learning Prism English.
But this morning there was not a
sound.
The singer was just ready to go
peep into the kitchenette when Az
mando rang the doorbell. She knew
il was he. because the chime was
quick, apologize. not wishing to
disturb. After a few seconds OF 81
lence Mallory realized Prism was
not going to answer. She pulled on
the squirrel lined housecoat and
went herself.
Buenos dias," beamed Amman
is the seno-ita. l thought it would
be my good friend. Prism" He
stepped inside and bowed deeply to
his employer. I'VE speak some
times in Spanish
How NICE" said Mallory, quak-
ing inwardly at what she would
have to endure from her maid in
the future. Come into the kitchen
with me. Armando and we'll see
what is keeping Prism so silent. :"
Prism was silent in the kitchen be-
cause she wasn't even there. Il
shall look in her bedroom. Wait
for me, Armando."
When she returned, the Mexican
boy was getting eggs and milk
from the refrigerator. I always
help" he explained.
''You may have, to do more than
help" the singer said. Prism is
still sleeping. She was so sick last
night that I haven't the heart to
wake her. much as I'd like to. l
have a rehearsal at the Palace OF
Fine Arts at TO-" I
LET Prism sleep. She is a good
servant. She deserves a rest. Do
not be nervous. senorita. Do not
frown. Let your face be in sweet
repose as if the angels had kissed
it while you slept" He found a
bowl and an egg beaten. DO not
worry. Armando will attend to
everything"
"You see," he exclaimed ap-
proximately an hour later, how
lucky you are to have me, seno-
rita, how you have fortune in
me. fix you the pineapple juice.
the omelette. the rich chocolate
and the toast. And now I drive
you to, your destination. All. you
are indeed lucky to have me-" he
sighed with a total lack of mod
esty.
With his usual skill Armando
guided the automobile through the
maze in fhe streets and reached
the vast cement covered parking
area in front of the Palace OF
Fine Arts. Sandy was waiting al
the bottom Of the ornamental mar
BILE steps, apparently admiring the
lavish sculptored decorations-tae
manv identical columns. the ped
estals, the Grecian maidens ir
tunics and swirling drape-ies with
flower garlands ir their hands. But
when Mallory stepped up beside
Sandy he made no comment on
any of that magnificence.
I don't know how they car
print such small letters" he de-
plored, gazing dolorously at the
large advertising placard, proppec
on an easel near the entrance. He
flung his arms wide. Mallory
Baker," he proclaimed. His arm:
came back to normal. He meas
ured a scant inch between hi:
thub and forefinger. And that
for poor old Sandy
You know I have nothing to dc
with the billing. Jump on Tod Pat
rick Mallory swept up the mar
BILE steps and into the lobby, with
its vaulted ceiling and massive
staiccases. Sandy was at her side
also Armando. Helping her fine
her way. the Mexican boy had ex
planned. His claim that the Palacie
de Belleas Aries was very beeg
was an extremely underestimated