Evening Star Newspaper, July 3, 1936, Page 14

Tof love — L /oy PAYLLIS MODRE GALLAGHER WHAT HAS GONE BEFORE. The characters introduced §o far are Patsy Warfleld, daughter and grand- daughter of Navy officers, an orphan, living with her retired erandfather; Richard Bowie. young scientist and neighbor, flance of Patsy; Ted and Tippy, her brothers; Lee Cavendish. Soung naval aviator. who is a fellow officer of Ted's and is brought by the latier to Patsy's and Richard's betrothal party at_Annapolis; Virginia Keith. for whom Ted has a mad in- fatuation and old Admiral Warfield. Patsy suddenly finds a bond of some- thing more than friendship betweern herself and Lee. Juast before a storm broke she had gone into the garden slone, was rescued by Lee during the flerce onslaught of the rain and wind and then their arms entwine about each other and their lips meet. Patsy flees to the house. the storm in her heart being greater than that raging ouside. She knows she loves Lee de- spite the fact that he is married to K! Cavendish. who is in Reno to divorce from him. but she she goes to Dick's home and demands that he marry her at once to save her from herself. She returns home later to find Lee awaiting her. They race to the dining room. reach the door to- sether. and once more their arms en- twine and they kiss. Lee declares his love and asks permiss her _grandfather. in Reno. learns the man she fis vorcing Lee for has married anothi woman and at the same time she learns about Lee and Patsv. She decides to rush back to An lis. father’s, who was planning another scientific expedition into the Antarctic. The newspapers were full of stories of his efforts to interest backers in financing the exploration, and Rich- ard was excited over it all. The first time she had seen Richard after writ- ing the little note breaking the en- gagement and begging him to forgive her, he had put her entirely at ease by not mentioning Lee and talking a great deal about the Benson expedi- tion. Richard had told her that he had signed up to go on it, and she had been amazed and shocked. She had said: “But Richard, what earthly sense is there in an Antarctic ex- pedition? Isn't it all about as silly and useless as flagpole sitting or some- thing?” He had laughed, running his fingers nervously through his brown hair, and had tried to hide the tor- menting ache in his eyes. Then he had explained, “I suppose that's what every one thinks until they know, Patsy.” She knew that Richard wanted to get away from Annapolis only because she would be there—Lee's wife—be- IRGINA KEITH was throwing, as she told her friends, a cocktail party. It was in honor of Courtney Vallance, CHAPTER V. casting director for Premier Pictures, | who was in Annapolis, where a Navy film, starring glamorous Lucia Le Fonda, was being made. Every one, Patsy saw as she and Lee came through the door, was there, for Virginia had no nice discrimina- tion in inviting her guests. In the corner of the long room little Charlotte Fellows, in a gold lame the color of her hair, was picking out chopsticks on a black lacquered piano Tippy was sitting beside her and Ted was standing, his elbow resting on the body ofathe piano, a highball in his fingers. Patsy noticed that both of her brothers were watching the shim- mering white vision of Virginia as she glided among her guests. She saw, too, that Virginia was ignoring Ted and that a moment later she went over to Tippy, caught his hand and led him out on the shadowy balcony over- looking the Acades Patsy thought: “Ted’s still insane- ly infatuated by Virginia, but now that he is becoming a nuisance wants to get rid of him. I don't li Tippy getting mixed up in it. Vir- ginia means nothing to him No nan ever will, really. He ought to have more sense!” Lee leaned clost ny grounds. to Patsy. of this be darling! Say He k! d Patsy, smilin t ch it another minute. 1 want to spea Besides, I don't right now. T by the piano because V Tippy out on the balcor went across the room to Admiral Ben- eon, an old friend of her gra DAILY | Then he said cause he loved her madly and must keep that madness from possessing him. Patsy Meets Vallance Admiral Benson greeted Patsy with a broad smile and murmured some- thing about how like Tennyson's “Elaine” she was in her ice-blue satin. “Child, may I present Mr. Vallance? Miss Warfield, Mr. Vallance. He's the casting director for Premier Pictures, Patsy, and if you smile right sweetly, he may give you a screen test. That is, if you want one, and I understand that most girls still in their 'teens do.” Patsy, a little breathless in the pres- | ence of this important man, said I've read about you, Mr. Vallance. You discovered Lucia La Fonda, didn't you? And a score of others. But please don't be frightened—I don't want a screen test. There was a time when I dreamed of doing Marguerite in ‘Faust' at the Metropolitan. But that's all over now.” Courtney Vallance smiled at her, feeling that no star he had ever dis- covered had been so lovely as she was Ja that moment. “Your ambitions were rather lofty, weren't they?” ‘Rather, said. wistfully Vallance d Patsy if she had ever been interested in the legitimate stage or the movies as a career, and she said no, but that when she was in school in California she had be- d to a drama group. She had bit parts in several plays and that when it came time to cast the pecial production of the year, a light opera, she wes given the leading role. But not because she could act—just because she cot should 1 e, seriou: met his eyes without embar= e to hear you,” said Patsy SHORT STOR' TH'E roadster stopped beside an alfalfa field just long enough to let the boy out. He flung a snort of disgust a‘ter it and scratched his red hair. “Goin' fast—and headed right—and suddenly she says, ‘Get out!'” Kick- ing a dirt clod seemed the next thing to do. But he snapped quick to attention, thumb Jjerking down the highway. The gray sedan was already halt- ing “Climb in, st Make it snappy Around a curve ahead the roadster was disappearing. The boy’s grin jammed his freckles | together. “Thanks, mister!” He slammed the door, and was flung back against the seat with the car's swift | start. “Say!” A sidewise glance! proved it. “You're the man that put me out back at the fork. Said you were turning around.” | The man was looking grimly ahead. | “Changed my mind.” | “Huh. Mind changing’s bargain | counter stuff today. That lady—"| he pointed to the roadster now just | in front of them. “She said she wanted company. And then she ups | and dumps me out when she saw you | coming.” n. He pointed to e | n grunted. “Another fast | one! She got you to work on | 'HE ma me.” “No—honest. She never even let on she saw you. Buwd she did keep watching’s if she was expecting you.” | They passed a neat stock farm in | silence. | “Son, would you like to make a | quarter?” | “Sure!” “Well, I'll drive by her and then let you out. You thumb her for a ride again.” “Bet she won't stop.” “Yes, she will” with aasurance. “She’ll want to ask questions. Tl drop behind again. Now, you find out where she's going, only don't tell her I asked. And in a mile or so say, “Here's where I leave you. Then you wait for me.” | Three miles farther down the high- | way the sedan stopped again for the | boy. “Where's she going?” the man asked anxiously. “She wouldn’t talk. Said you could of asked her last night.” “Is that all?” The boy looked at him curiously. The man's voice had sounded as if | it were in a shadow. “She said, ‘Some people I knew talk out of turn.’ Are you—are you a stool pigeon? I've always wanted to meet—" The sedan suddenly swept around the roadster. “You tell her this time, ‘and some | people I know jump to conclusions | too rapidly.’” The boy nodded. * %k X ¥ | AN HOUR later he wearily slumped into his seat again. “Whew! I'm | tired. I almost thumbed that dump | truck for an easy ride. But it looks like I got to get you two fixed up first.” “You're doing fine.” “Bet I get home at midnight if we | keep crawling along like this and stopping every 50 feet. Do you know —this is 10 times I've I've got in and out of this car?” “Here's dollar. We're square now, aren't we?” “Yeah. two fifty!” “Well, what'd she say?” eagerly. “She said why would jou think she’'d want to stop and talk to you? But here's a tip. She sounded like she was telling & big lie, and she’s crying.” “She—she's cry- mg.” The man swallowed hard. “Yeah, and I think you were plenty nervy to have me say a while ago that liv- ing in a house with a boy would be like living in a zoo and madhouse put together. Why, I've got some white mice and a dog and a frog and a turtle and nobody'd ever know they were around—'cept for Prince, of course. He just doesn't realize how loud his bark is. And the frog got loose only once, and it wasn't my fault, some one knocked the wire off the mice's cage when—" * X K ok THE man laughad. “You're all right, son. I had some crawfish once and mother—but I was merely point- ing out to her that she'd have to expect a dog snoozing in her silk cushions and base balls through her windows and bugle practice in her living room, and mumps and pet liz- ards and torn socks—she never had & brother, you see. I didn't mean that I don't want to—but she flew off the handle and—" “Don’t you remember she said she likes zoos? An’ listen here. When you're an old man without any one to That's the roadster. | push your wheel chair and bring you your specs you'll wish——" “Kid, you're headed for the dip- lomatic service.” The man looked at him quickly. “Can you drive?” “Sure.” “Well, this time you let me out— and then you follow us.” * %k X IN FRONT of a yellow cottage the boy carefully parked behind the roadster. The man and the girl were waiting there for him. They were both smiling “Say,” he asked them, “how'd you know where I live?” The girl “You—you live here?” clutched the man’s hand. “Yea. I hitch-hiked to Clay City last night. Thought I'd save my aunt a trip over here for me. But she wasn't at home and I was broke so I thought I'd better come back and—*= . “Bill!” she exclaimed, and her eyes were shining as if she were glad about something.” Is this—could he be—" “What's your name?” Bill'demanded excitedly. “Jim Bob Peet. You see, my dad | got married again, and his wife al- | ready had four kids and he doesn't make much money. So my mother’s sister—I've never seen her—you see, mother died a long time ago. So dad wrote to Aunt Doris and she wrote dad that she'll keep me. She’s get- ting married this week and—" “Jim Bob—son—I'll say Doris is getting married this week!” And Bill had them both in his arms at once. (Copyright, 1936.) half a| THE EVENING - STAR;- WASHINGTON rassment. “I'd like you to,” she said. There was something in this man different from any man she had ever met. He reminded her vaguely of Dmetrisfl. She had an urge to talk to him about herself, something she seldom did. To tell him about the ambitions that had burned within her. To tell him, indeed, about the strange premonition, the feeling of disaster that had been with her these past three weeks since she had met Lee, despite her intense happiness, and for which she had no explanation. She thought solemnly: “If I could have chosen a father I should have selected him.” Lee came over to her then and stood very tall and blond and hand- some in his uniform beside her. He said in an undertone: “Twenty min- utes, dear—let’s duck this stuffy af- fairl” Patsy turned and ran her arm through his. She said: “Mr. Val- lance, Mr. Cavendish. If you're in Annapolis nex! week we'd like you to come to see us in our apartsient below. We're to be married.” She didn't know why she had told him when she had not told a single other soul outside of the family about their plans. People had made surmises— but no one actually knew. Courtney Vallance said: “Why— why, what wonderful news! I'd be delighted, I'm sure,” and Patsy be- lieved him. But Lee was not deceived by his casual words, nor by the smile that irradiated his slender handsome face. Patsy said: “Please don't forget, Mr. Vallance,” and went to say good night to Virginia. Virginia wasn't on the porch, but Ted and Tippy were. And they were quarreling. Ted was saying: “There's no use in trying to lie out of it, Tippy. There's lipstick on your cheek.” His eyes were blazing and his fists were | clenched. He looked as if he were | going to knock Tippy down in his tracks. Involuntarily Tippy put one hand over the place where Virginia's | lips only & moment before had rested. Patsy hurried out on the porch. Her eyes seemed enormous. ‘“For heaven's sake, Ted,” she said lighl]y.‘ though her heart was rocking within her. “Can't I kiss Tippy without you going into a tizzy over it?” Ted wheeled around. He stared at Patsy, his suspicion parried by the | isudden blade of his embarrassment. | | | | At first he didn't believe her. But when she stood and looked straight into his eyes his face calmed and he turned to Tippy. “Forget it, kid,” he said huskily. “I'm just a damned fool!” e “Right!” said Tippy, and grinned and looked as if nothing unpleasant had happened. As Ted went back into the living room Tippy stood thinking that Virginia had the softest lips in the world; that she didn't care about Ted, and that he would manage to see her when and as often as he could without Ted knowing. That would add zest and impetus to the affair, send the blood lashing in his veins make the whole thing twice as ex- citing. Patsy said: “Tippy, I shouldn't have lied for you. How could you do that to Ted? You understand how he feels about Virginia “Yes, I understand,” said Tippy, grinning. “Because I happen to feel the same way.” “You don't!” declared Patsy. Tears sprang unexpectedly into her eyes. She closed her eyelids on them and turned and left him standing. there. Lee was waiting for Patsy by the door. He took her hand and they started down the stairs together. Lee's apartment was on the fifth floor, just below Virginia's, They stopped in front of his door and Patsy stood fas- | cinated, looking at the slim white | card, “Lee Cavendish, Lieut. (J. G.), U. §. N.,” in the tiny brass frame. | She mentally prefixed “Mrs.,” sighed | and said: “I'd like to see your apart- ment, Lee. We'll live there, won't we?"” | He grinned and said they would for a while. Then he told her that | he really wanted a small white house | with green blinds and a brass lmotker} on the door. Annapolis was full of | them, just crawling with atmosphere, | and he hoped nothing else. He said: “But should you come in, Patsy? It's after 11.” Patsy smiled. “Why not? We aren't mid-Victorian, you know. And tomorrow you'll be a free man!” Her hand flew to her heart and her lashes winked quickly. “Besides, we don't have to shut the door.” | Lee's fingers moved along the wall, | found the switch and the apartment flooded with light. Patsy said: “I'm | starving! What's In your ice box?” Her voice broke off. Looking at ‘D.- C, FRIDAY, her, Lee saw something die in her blue eyes. S8aw her lips tremble once and then go deathly still. Saw the color drain completely out of her face. He cried sharply: “For God's sake, Patsy, what is it?” Then he turned and saw, too. On the low red leathér coach lay a slender girl with blue-black hair and luminous eyes. She had on a black velvet eve- ning gown with shoulder straps of snow-white ermine. She sat up drowsily, as if she had been roused from deep sleep, and screwed her lashes into a tangle against the light. But her eyes weren't really drowsy— they were vivid and alert and pen- etrating—and Patsy knew instinctively that she was Kitty Cavendish; that she was the most beautiful woman she had ever seen; that she had lain there quietly on the sofa watching Lee take her into his arms and kiss her, (To Be Continued.) - Sorority Treasurer Renamed. VICTORIA, British Columbia, July 3 (A).—Gamma Phi Beta Sorority yes- terday re-elected Miss Alice Camerer, Detroit, as treasurer. Sonny;ayings © 1918 Kot Teamrm Synbcn b JULY -3, -1936. BY NINA CARTER TABB. OU hear every day of different ! people who have gone or are going off on pleasure trips. From millionaires who go abroad or to Summer resorts for months, to clerks and laborers who | may only go to the beach or river for |a week end, every one plans a trip | during the Summer months, and some iM us have a good time planning where we would go if we could! I | will tell you of one of the most amaz- {ing trips planned right here in our | horse and hunting country. | Delia—fat, 50 and cclored, weight | 250 pounds, has decided to take a trip. Delia Anna Marler is her full name, 1| and she has been the faithful servant Everything is ready an’ the clock set fer three! COSTLY DRIVING—unleis you have “stop-and-go’’ gasoline... You shift gears over 60 times a day. And shifting gears after a single stop can use up enough gasoline fo take you one-third of a mile. For economy intoday's “stop-and-go” driving, your gasoline needs 3 kinds of ent kinds of first truly balanced gasoline. over 30,000 neighborly Shell stations from coast to and nurse of two of the most aristo- | cratle young horsewomen of this hunting country of Virginia for nearly 20 years. But her young ladies have been off to school and getting away from “mammy” a bit, so Delia thought this would be a good time for her | to take a little trip. She asked her | mistress for a holiday of about two starts, one ‘\io.r fast climbing, one for stead power.in one. UPER-SHE In the Hunt Country Activities Among the Horse-Lovers of Virginia and Maryland. months, saying: “Will you lend me that old big suit case up in the! garret?” Now Delia has worked steadily all her life and has never seemed to care to go more than 10 | or 15 miles from home. She is of a sunny disposition and well known by all the prominent people around Middleburg. For years every one has | felt a little brighter after Delia has walked or driven by with her charges, for she gives & smile, a curtsey, or a bow and her face is always filled with happiness. Delia has not been extravagant, she has saved her money. Being surprised at Delia’s wanting such a long holiday —which was readily granted—her “lady” asked if she was going to Alex- andria, Va., to visit some friends who had ed there. “No, ma'm, I ain't| going there, I'se taking a boat mp.”.‘ she replied. And today Delia is sailing ! on the Ile de France. She will land et Plymouth, remain a week in Paris, g0 to London and Antwerp and take | the North Cape cruise to the Scan- danavian countries. This trip will be taken with a party of 15 colored people. old at two of them being friends of Delia's, A Virginia paper, the Richmond News-Leader, is sending a photoge rapher to the boat to take Delia’s pice ture. Her many friends, white and colored, back in Virginia are wishing her God-speed and joy. We will await, her return with interest, for we want to hear all about the trip and we know it will lose nothing in the telling | when told by Delia. * % k% The polo team that went to Lexinz- ton last week end to play a matcn game against the Iroquois four was beaten both games, but the members returned home delighted with the good time they had among the Southerners, who did everything for their pleasure, Between games they were taken all over the country around Lexington t. see the breeding establishments, and saw Arthur Hancock's stables and the two Whitney places there, Wheatley Stables and Wideners. They saw Gal- land Fox, Sir Galahad, Diavio and all ;(he old winners, except Man o' War, The country is 30 dry no visitors a allowed in Man o' War's stable for fe: some one will smoke a cigarette there and start a fire, The crowd took in the trotting races outside of Lexington and were enthus- lastic about the “Lexington Trots." Those who went to Lexington, and have just returned, are Mr. and Mrs. Hubert Phipps, Mr. and Mrs. Hugh Fontaine, Dick Kirkpatrick and John Rawlings, CLUB PLANS HIKE Members of the Wanderbirds Hiking Club will meet at the National Theater at 9:30 am. tomorrow for an all-da outing in the country. Entertainment will include a picnic, swimming, hiking and canoeing. Those attending are asked to bring their own lunch. The group will meet at Cabin John at 10 o'clock Sunday morning for a tramp from the end of the Cabin Jok car line to Babcock's Cabin. W. P. A Art to Be Shown. The Phillips Memorial Gallery, 160( Twenty-first street, will be open from 1:30 to 6 p.m. tomorrow to enable visitors from out of town to see the W. P. A. Federal art project exhibi- tion, it was announced today.