The Wilmington morning star., 1947-05-06

: ings against it. But there'd be
5 swell battle over it.
t Il don't understand Page
pleaded.
He loo':ed down at her a LITTLE
sharply. Can you keep all thi!
under your hat: Mind, it can't be
proven yet that it's ]. Emmet Tar
rel. That's going to take TIME
70, see, we suspect this Middle
States Corporation is buying w
transportation franchises, bus
street car lines, short haul, rail
roads-even local trucking. Oh
very, very slowly. But day the
citizens of this town are going te
wake up to the fact that not a
imam of them can move anything
but his feet except at the rate the
Middle States dictate. A little toe
much power over public welfare,
|if it is one man. That's enough
for you to know. so We'll skip it
for the present. The dope we got
may be all wrong, anyway"
But Bill couldn't be mixed up
in it," Page asserted.
IF there is any legal a c t i o II
taken against it, a hundred
chances to one it'd be in Gregory
Deans hands. Deans an oldster
- ] understand Bills trial work
is very good. 1t would put Bill on
a spot. To win anything like that
would make him. On the other
hand, he's married to Tarrell's
daughter"
Here we are Page said quick
Ivy, grateful that Rufus could not
say any more. For, against her
will, she was tasting a sweetness
in Bills possible difficulty.
i Rufus surveyed tn ornate IA
cade of the Chatham Arms with
interest. mot exactly the exclu-
siveaess you'd expect Tarrells
daughter to live in, is it? Been
here before?"
Just once. l stopped in with
Diane, one afternoon after wed
been playing tennis" She saw a
smile begin to curve his lips. 81
haven't seen Bill, since he & o
back, if that's what you want tc
know!"
"It is"
They were in the elevator. She
could not answer that.
Diane opened the door to them
She wore a yellow organdy dres.
and looked very much like a little
girl, eager for her party to begin
"Hello!" She held out her hane
to Rufus. Il thought l was never
going to know you! Why haven
you called on u.s."
Because, when I ran into Bill
one day, he led me to believe HI
was working every evening""
DANES chin lifted a little. mo-
this evening! I'm having my way
Come or in" To Page: Lois i,
here and Danny Carver. l round
ed them up this afternoon. Wilma
Williams and Ross are going tt
come in after some rehearsal
In the living room Bill greeted
Page warmly. Mighty glad 70 SCI
you'll"
She suspected RUFUS was watch
ing her. Lois, too, and Danny. She
answered lightly over the trem'
bling within her, let her hand stay
In Bills a moment.
Reunion" cried Diane. 1--WE
mus. drink to it! Page, you intro.
duce Rufus round, tell them who
he is while l wheel the wagon in"
The wagon was a diminutive ban
On wheels. They gathered about it
in the celebration Diane had de.
creed. Wilma Williams came and
Bill mixed drinks for them.
Page drew into a corner Of the
davenport, feeling stiff and out
of it, and sharply critical Of these
friends of DANES. Danny Carver
didn't have a thought beyone
where he'd get his next free drink;
Ross never talked of anything but
Yale and his last golf score. Al
ready Danny was helping himself
from the little wagon and R o s
was beginning: Say, you should
have seen me on the fairway
there by the woods"
After q while they'd get noisier,
all talking at once. Wilma woulo
wan. to push the chairs back and
dance. Lois would be urging them
all to go on to Guiseppi's. Bill
hated this kind of thing. Didn't
Diane know? She knew. She felt
a heady triumph because she
knew. An urge to somehow show
Diane up to Bill. She learned for
ward. ''Di, l thought we we're here
to help you hang a picture!'
Diane was sitting in the winged
back chair, listening to something
RUFUS was saying to her, ner face
tipped upward to his. a soft intent
ness in her eyes under their dark
fringe, deep lights in their blue
ness. Page knew that expression
well, and knew it wasn't studied,
but she had had to see Bill sur
render to it and now. probably
Rufus, in spite of his prejudice
against DANES type. She tight
ened her fingers On one another,
repeated her question more d i s.
tlnctly.
Diane shook her head, said
hastily, IN a low tone, That's
off,"
But Lois had heard her. What's
off? What picture, DIP"
Page thought: She doesn't
want anything said about it, in