The Wilmington morning star. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1909-1990, 1944-02-03
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she ranabled in her own mind.
Give up her career Stop singing?
She'd as soon stop living.
Carlos would like being married
to the best operate soprano in the
world! Of course he would. Every
man shed ever known closely had
felt that way about her. Her glory
enticed them as a splendid jewel
entices a woman.
Dimly aware that her guest had
spoken, Mallory said, II beg your
pardon. What did you say
boy, if ever l saw a person a
million miles away, it was you'll
said if you aren't going to drink
this second Bertha's Special that
am just the lad to do it." The
door bell rang. who is that?" He
was frowning.
Mallory moved toward the liv-
ing room. my cocktail guests, I
imagine. %
Richard Blythe followed. Cock
tail guests?" He sounded Mortified.
Haven't you any decency? We've
barely avoided a funeral and, by
golly, you invite cocktail guests"
She flung over er shoulder,
What if did? Things turned out
al fright, didn't they? They always
turn out all right for Mallory Bak-
err These guests are our staunch
allies" Just before flinging open
the door, she Kissed, Get pretty.
It's Manuelita." And Carlos.
Mallory had a hard time tearing
her eyes away from him to greet
the Mexican girl. She wished she
did not have to look at such beau
ty; Manuelita looked like a poz-
trait, in soft, tan silk, a lynx cape
hung over her shoulders, pink
camellias and pink gloves and a
divine little hat capable of making
every other woman jealous who
saw it.
Somehow the pair got inside.
Mallory scarcely saw them. The
rapid beating of her heart put a
haze over her eyes. She started in
Productions, but got nowhere. Rich
ard Blythe, according to prear-
ranged plans, lost no time in de-
voting himself to the Mexican girl.
He no longer seemed exhausted
and irritated.
Hello, senorita,' he breathed,
and began helping the lovely Mex
lean girl with her lynx cape.
Here. / have drink foc you-a
Dona Bertha concoction.
''Oh," purred Manuelita, smiling
and showing those gorgeous teeth,
blue-white against her deep-toned
lips. She was hard put to respond,
yet keep. an eye on Carlos and
their hostess.
Mallory slid her hand through
Carlos arm. What would you like
to drink? I'm afraid I don't know
how 10 make the Bertha drink. :"
Manuelita cried gaily, "Oh, Car
los can make Dona Bertha Spe-
cial.' She made a move toward
the kitchen, intercepted, however,
by Richard Blythe.
''Then let him wait on himself.
Sit here He took hold of the
Mexican girls pink gloved hand
and all but dragged he. to the
davenport. Go on, Mallory. Take
Carlos to the kitchenette and show
He sat down beside Manuelita and
him where the ingredients are"
successfully blocked her view, no
matter how she craned her neck
to stare after Mallory and her
escort.
Inside the small room, the
swinging door shut behind them,
Mallory stopped dead still. This
is the first time Carlos and
have ever been away from other
eyes, she d d n y thought.
Speeches., she turned and looked
at him. Obviously he was thinking
the same thing. He said nothing,
either. He simply gave a soft gasp
and pulled Mallory into his arms.
Ito Be COntinued)