The Wilmington morning star. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1909-1990, 1944-01-03
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peace. Although everything w a
still, it seemed 1 could hear the
'cellos doing the pastoral, Dawn
movement from the William Tell
overture.
And perhaps I could, for the
Storm movement came soon
enough. In the evening gloom
everything was shadowy. 1t was
that time of day when you can't
decide whether to drive with lights
on or off. 1 was so accustomed to
being the only driver on the shad
owy highway that I first thought
the car was big clump of desert
shrubs 1t was parked on the oppo-
site of the road, headed back to-
ward Laredo. 1 thought the men
were having tire trouble. And
then" The girls heart was beat
ing frantically. "Altitude!' she de-
cidsd sternly, in attempted COM
fort. Il must be getting near Ma.
mulique Pass. That's what is af-
fecting my heart-yes, I thought
it was tire they were bending
over, but then Mallory's words
came around an awful lump in her
throat, then I saw the two men
were trying to kill the third. Not
just trying. They WE'RE killing
him. They were pounding his head
against the pavement. He w S
limp, mangled. The men killing
him had evil, gloating looks, like
the jester, Rigolette, when he
drags the sack that he thinks con-
tains the rascally duke. Especially
the man with the white ART
around his neck"
Why did she have to have no.
ticed that? Had she really? Could
she have, in the dim light? But, in
those few seconds it took to reach
that parked car and get past she
had seen plenty. If she saw that
much, how much had the men
seen? The question sent chills
down her back. But surely they
hadn't noticed the swishing sound
of her expensive automobile.
Couldn't its slight noise have been
covered by the pounding of their
own blood?
To steady her nerves the girl be-
gan reciting again, remarks with
no continuity. Just think, Verdi
got $40, 1000 for writing Aida That
wasn't hay. And poor Bizet died,
discouraged, thinking Carmen
failure. Gosh, I've sung it five
times, not counting the picture
made. I've always hated doing La
Boheme,' because I can't be Mimi
and Musetta both and get to sing
Musetta's waltz-of course Mimi is
one of the few characters where
can use my own hair"
1t was well Mallory could not
see the depths of Mamulique pass;
second strain would. be put on
her nerves. But, in the darkness
that danger was hidden. All she
knew was that the highway GER
tainly was a twister.
Lord" she spoke, "You can't
just let a fellows head be split
open on the pavement and not tell
someone. YOU can do 1t, NAL
lory!" she insisted sternly. I'll
tell the police iii Monterrey" she
promised
Monterrey was larger than she
had calculated and sae had a little
difficulty finding hel way. How
ever, at little past clock she
pulled up before the entrance oil
the old Colonial hotel where she
had planned TO speed the night. |
She was greeted with the smiles
and bows appa1 entity used by most
Latin-Americans.
She registered, then said to the
clerk, "Will YOU please tell mel
where" Her words baked. Com
ing toward the desk were two men.
She was wearing a white neck
scarf.
Go Be Continued