The Wilmington morning star., 1944-01-28

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the Palace of Fine Arts"
"Hmm!" commented Blythe. Hi!
fingers. idle for a bare second
went rapidly back to their task
I'm glad she doesn't like Smith
I'D prefer her not to like any man
Think" he grinned companionably
"of the chance I'd have then"
you've chance enough" en-
couraged the singer, IF only you {
stop batting around the countr,
and settle down beside her on g
davenport. Tonight Sandy. my &C
companist, sat by her"
rs he better looking than ~
mo. But he's no gorilla, either
She liked his sitting by her. They
both did, for that matter
Nov look here, Cupid" he
flared with mock seriousness,
that is no way to treat me. Don't
forget our bargain. Me for Manu-
elita. You for Carlos Golly
sounds like an election"
"You have to be here to fulfill
your part of the bargain. But don't
worry. Manuelita will be enrap-
tured with you.
3'And you with her, hope" NAL
lory thought. "Enraptured enough
to give some inkling of your con-
nection with these detestable Ger
mans.
She frowned slightly. You know
from the way John Smith spoke OF
her, l got the impression they were
close friends. But afterward, think
ing about it, I remembered that
all he really said was that a Manu-
elita SO alluded could be no one but
Manelita Estrada, and that he
was surprised you did not know
her. Sounds intimate, but is not
necessarily that way. Just goes to
show what can be done with
words"
You should know, Mallory.
Look what they do with words
when they write publicity for a
prina DONNA His voice, soft as
it had been when the girl first
saw him standing before the apart
ment door, did not rise now as he
reprimanded her. Mallory,
shouldn't you take the aspirin to
your suffering maid some time to-
night
She moved slowly toward the
door. why do you have to go
through every tin?''
ITO make sure they are intact.
And why do you have to ask so
many questions Goodby, NAL
lory," he emphasized, with DELHI
crate insfAuation.
In the hallway the girl seemed
to consider poor Prism She
raced up the carpeted stairway
and into her own apartment. From
the water bottle, beside her own
bed, she filled tumbler and car
ried it into Prism's room.
Don't turn on no light" warned
the colored woman 1t makes the
sparklers go worse"
II won't" In the dim light, fill
tering in from the hallway, NAL
lory took two OF the headache tab.
lets from the tin box. Take thes
lets, Prism. I'll leave the rest on
the table by you. In about an hour,
take another. You should feel like
a new woman tomorrow"
IF l DON'T" bemoaned the Ne
gress, Il amt goin' to have quite
as good time down here as I'm
entitled to. Poor me! Poor mel
Mallory tiptoed away and went
out on the balcony again, wearing
her coat this time, however. Occa-
sional automobiles moved swiftly
along the street beneath her, and
on the opposite channel of the
Paseo de la Reforma. Texas, snap
ping like dragons as they careened
along the streets, governed by the
mad technique of the Latin taxi
drivers. A station wagon, filled
with giggling, celebrating English
voices. There were a few pedes.
TRANS, mainly persons going home
from work at the hotels and clubs.
And, of course, the "cuidadores, u
the boys and men who attend tc
parked machines for tips, none toe
large considering that they move
locked machines with their bodies.
Across the 200-foot-wide street was
the Hotel de- la Reforma, the hotel
that appears to have everything
from every worlds fair exhibition
of streamlined dreams Incorporate
ed into :s construction. 1t was
brightly lighted, filled with veal
thy visitors, great many of them
refugees.
II wish I could spend the night
out here" though Mallory, pro
tected against this brittle chilli
ness by big fur spread. I'd like
to watch all the lights 60 out, la
ter watch all the stars go out and
see the rosy-black dawn"
or course it was a mad desire
there were entirely too many bal
comics. Although no one else seem
ed to be on his at the time. They
were not built for privacy. NAL
Tory Wormed her body along the
balustrade, peering downward to
the left to find the windows of the
living room where Richard Blythe
was working so industriously. They
were black, naturally; the drawn
draperies had taken care OF that.
ohe recalled that he had lost nc