The Wilmington morning star., 1944-01-04

,spices all pounded into a cream
VERY HOT!" she again cautioned.
81 want it, Mallory hoped it
was flaming. Perhaps it would
bake the butterflies in her stomach
and stop their flutteri-g.
It did. Not only because it was
so hot, but because it was so good
So was the deep gold wine. She
was lulled by the excellent food,
numbed in fact, which was for
tunate, for when the white-scarfed
man and his partner entered and
were shown to an adjoining table,
her body did not leap nervously
as it wanted to. 1t was too satiat-
ed. However, she did miss taking
bite for few seconds and her
fingertips on her wine glass be-
gan to tremble.
When she saw that the pair paid
no attention whatsoever to her,
she relaxed enough to finish her
meal. Evidently absorbed in ap-
plying the amber-red lipstick,
while the waitress added her bill,
Mallory studied the two men. They
looked quite a bit alike, as if they
might be cousins, brothers even.
One, the one with the white scarf,
appeared to be much older; his
temples were more gray than
blond and the skin sagged a bit
around his ears. But both were
alike in their haWk-like features,
their colorless compilations and
the arrogant lift of their heads.
The girl did not loiter along the
streets. She went directly to her
hotel. There. however, she went up
to the roof for a view of the city.
Toward the Sierra Madres the
view reminded her of Palm
Springs. Buildings sheltered by
the tall range of mountains. of
course there was much more to
the town of Monterrey. Lights
stretched far beneath Mallory's
eyes, giving an idea of the size
and wealth Of the town. Even in
lamplighted evening the lovely old
Spanish Colonial architecture
showed to an advantage. Saddle
mountain and others were impress
sive silhouettes in the moonlight.
What a lovely town this is"
she said to the Mexican bellboy,
acting as her guide.
But naturally, senorita. 1t has
been here since the year 1896. 1t
has had many years in which to
become lovely" her compliment
deepened his pride. You must let
me take you on tour while you
are here III show you Horsetail
Falls and Chipinque Mesa up in
the Sierra Madres. It's wonderful,
senorita-I'H even take you into
the Government palace and show
you the carbines used by the firing
squad of Nuevo Leon soldiers who
killed Macmillan. The reference
to that death brought back to the
girls mind the starkness of the
highway death.
when I come back north" she
promised. But now I must get
some sleep. Right now" she add
ed urgently, Il want to get a very
early start in the morning."
The glittering sunshine of the
next day made her feel glad she
had planned not to delay her trip.
The air was magical, warm
enough, yet crisp and invigorat-
ing. She was glad to ease away
from the flattering regrets of the
hotel management and be on her
way, although she did wish it were
possible to pry into some of the
walled-in dwellings of colored plas-
ter. Through one narrow door she
caught glimpses of flower-filled
patios that elticed The traditions
and romance of the town had not
been spoiled by its modern wealth
from mills and smelters and ore
refineries, to say nothing of a
famous brewery.
The man il the white scarf and
his companion passed her about