The Wilmington morning star. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1909-1990, 1944-01-13
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lalso because he invariably turned
: and said in his quite good English,
: 81 beg your pardon" fast words
because he had so little time to
| waste before hurting further de-
, nunciation.
"What do you call this - busy
placer" Awful place, the girl had
been about to say.
1.-The Zocalo, senorita."
isn't there any other way to
get to the hotel?"
Armando was hurt. But, Miss
[ Baker, you are turista. You must
see everything that Mexico has to
offer. Why. this plaza has been
the center of Mexico City for over
600 years. This is the exact spot
where the Aztecs saw the eagle
sitting on cactus. holding snake
in it's talons. They thought it was
an omen from their gods tn t
meant they should settle here. So
they did. and our beautiful city
was started"
'Oh.!" said Mallory "It is thrill
ing, Armando."
Eyes, he agreed, appeased now
that he had her interest. You
know. right below this square is
an underground museum filled with
idols and other things the Aztecs
left there. A few have been dug
up and are on exhibit
Mallory glanced at her maid,
whose face was suddenly as glum
as if she were walking through
cemetery. whats the matter,
Prism?"
"Nothin' nothin', 'cept they sure
resurrect from way b k down
here, don't they?''
Armando was guiding the car
out of the plaza onto Cinco de
Mayo, one of the main streets.
Safely there, in a furry mild COM
pared to that of the frenzied 70
Gallo, he told them. ''In a crypt
beneath a chapel in San Angel we
have lot of mummies.'
Snakes alive!' yelled Prism.
They amt got no business bein'
no closer than Egypt
How do you know IL these
things, Armando?" queried the
blond singer. Are you guide?'
mo. Not yet. anyway. I'm sup
posed to be too young. I'm moth
ing but a car-boy. But l know as
much as many guides. senorita.
Truly, I do. If only" he lament
ed, I'D been old enough to act
as guide during the golden days
when the tourists were down by
the thousands. Of course we now
are getting new kind of visitor,
those refugees with money who
used to spend their time on the
Riviera Crafty he asked. Per
haps I could be your guide, Miss
Baker? Oh. I'd work very hard,
senorita. Truly I'd slave for you
so what do you say 1 be your
driver and guide? Okey dokey,
Miss Baker?'
"Well-I-really, Armando," the
girl stammered.
Then We'll consider it settled"
said the boy, before sh e could
make refusal out of her stam-
mering. That's the way things
should be decided. At once!"
Dexterously the boy was weav-
ing her automobile right to the
end of the street and into a curved
enormous white building that re-
minded Mallory of a wedding cake.
'There!" he proclaimed, snatch.
ing one hand from the steering
wheel for one infinitesimal second
to point toward that marble struc-
ture. THE Palacio de Belleas
Aries, Miss Baker, where all Mex
leo will kneel at your feet. See
the PUBLICITY"
Yes" said Mallory family. Il
see it." A horrible feeling Of be-
ing trapped made her turn to her
maid. But Prism said nothing. Her
shoulders simply rose in a shrug,
stolen from Armando. She should
MT have stolen it, for in him .he
gesture was native and graceful;
in Prism it was an upheaval.
"You do not like your publicity?"
deplored the boy. "You are not
happy?"
I'm bewildered. Mallory knew
she must not disillusion this ad-
mirer. any more than those back
on the International bridge. BE
wildered that the publicity began
so early
All" chuckled Armando, do
mot believe we do everything Mex
lean Time down here. Why, these
posters have been up weeh.'
Tod Patrick must have worked
fast. i" she ragged inwardly.
"Senorita," Armando went on.
truly it was like seeing an angel
drop from heaven when you ap-
peared on our street tonight. I'm
so happy you got lost
The machine was bending into
Paseo de la Reforma now, that
impressive boulevard designed by
the Empress Carlotta. Soon Ar
mando stopped before tall, mod
ern building.
To~,,s H. IL