The Ypsilanti daily press. (Ypsilanti, Mich.) 1928-1962, 1945-12-06

VIC oNA hiibNs ne was q man wei
known to the British public. a first-
class tennis player and all-around
sportsman Though he had never
reached the finals at Wimbledon.
he had lasted several OF the open
ing rounds and In the mixed dou-
bles had twice reached the semi
finals. He was, perhaps. too much
of an all-around athlete TO be a
champion tennis player He was
scratch at golf. fine swimmer and
had done some good climbs In the
Alps He was 33. had magnificent
health. good looks, plenty OF mon
ey, an extremely beautiful wife
whom he had recently married and,
to all appearances, no cares or wor-
ries
Nevertheless, as Neville Strange
went downstairs this fine morning
a shadow went with him. A shadow
perceptible, perhaps. TO no eyes but
his. But he was aware OF II, the
thought of II furrowed his brow
and made his expression troubled
and indecisive.
He crossed the hall. squared his
shoulders as though definitely
throwing of some burden. passed
through the living room and out
onto a glass verandah where his
wife, Kay. was curled up among
cushions drinking orange juice.
Kay Strange was % and unusu-
ally beautiful. She had a slender
but subtly voluptuous figure. dark
red hair. such a perfect skin that
she used only the slightest Of
makeup to enhance 1t, and those
dark eyes and brows which so sell
dom 60 with red hair and which are
so devastating when they do.
Her husband said lightly:
"Hullo, gorgeous. what's for
breakfast ?"
Kay replied:
Horribly looking kidneys for
you-and mushrooms-and rolls Of
bacon"
Sounds all right" said Neville
He helped himself to the afore-
mentioned viands and poured out a
cup Of coffee. There was a COM
panionable silence for some min
utes.
90" said Kay voluptuously
wriggling bare toes with scarlet
manicured nails. Isn't the sun
lovely? England's not so bad after
all"
They had Just come back from
the south OF France.
Neville. after a bare glance at the
newspaper headlines, had turned to
the Sports page and merely said.
"Um e"
Then. proceeding to toast and
marmalade. he put the paper aside
and opened his letters.
There were good many OF
these, but most of them he tore
across and chucked away. Circu-
lars, advertisements. printed mat
ter
Kay said:
Il don't like my color scheme In
the living room. Can have 1t done
over. Neville ?"
Anything you like, beautiful
Peacock blue" said Kay DREAM
lily. And ivory satin cushions"
"You1l'have to throw in an ape"
said Neville.
"You can be the ape" said Kay.
Neville opened another letter.
"Oh. by the way" said Kay.
"Shirty has asked us to go to Nor
way on the yacht at the end Of
June. Rather sickening we can't"
She looked cautiously sideways
at Neville and added wistfully: Il
would love it So"
Something, some cloud, some I'M
certainly seemed lowering on Ne
vlle's face.
Kay said rebelliously:
Have we got to go to dreary old
Camilla's ?"
Neville frowned.
"Of course we have. Look here,
Kay, we've had this out before. Sir
Matthew was my guardian. He and
Camilla looked after me. Cults
Point Is my home as far as any
place Is home to me-"
"Oh, all right, all right" said
Kay. IF we must. we must. After
all, we get all that money when she
dies. so suppose we have to play
up bit"
Ito Be Continued)