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Show 3. hursday, THE October 21, 1943 TIMES-NEW- NEPHI. UTAH S. Page Seven i w i; I . CARIBBEAN CONSPIRACY! IK J mm W BRENDA CONRAD Kathleen Norris Says 53 1 CHAPTER XII Pete Wilcox came out of the Bachelor Officers Quarters on the road to Morro, above San Juan's most astonishing slum Ironically known as La Perla, and walked along toward Headquarters. The fact that by this time everybody on the Post knew he'd had the Provost Marshal and the Insular Police out looking for Anne Heywood when she was over at the Escambron dancing with Miguel Valera didn't particularly bother him. It was damned lucky Valera had run into her. There were too Sfiiny stories going around, and while most of them weren't true, tropical streets at night were no place for girls. He stopped at the bend in the wall to let a train of Army trucks go through the old military road along the rim of the hill above the ocean. A woman on the other side was watching him, and without warning of any kind made a dash across between a couple of olive-dra- b motors. Pete held his breath. The driver swore, jammed on his lfrakes, and went ahead again. "Senor Wilcox!" Pete looked at her in surprise. She wasn't, as far as he knew, either friend or an agent. "You know Miss Heywood American girl? Blonde?" Fete nodded. The girl's eyes darkened. He couldn't tell whether she was pleading or angry or both. 'Take her away," she said passionately. "I don't know very good English. She must go back to Amer lea. Understand?" Pete scratched the back of his head. "Yeah. I understand all right. Why?" The girl dropped -- her hands in despair. "I don't know how to say," she cried. "She have to go. Will get hurt- She broke Into torrential flow of Spanish. Pete stood listening blank ly. "Captain Wilcox speaking," he said curtly. "This is Miss Heywood speaking. captain and wishing to apologize for last nighj." Pete caught his breath. Every thing inside him melted. It was what her voice always did to him. "Won't you even speak to me, Pete? I'm horribly sorry," she was saying. "I just wanted to tell you so before I go out. I'm going to the Valera Sugar Central to see them grind the cane." Anne had been sound asleep when the phone on the table rang noisily. She struggled through the entanglement of cheese-clotpulled the handpiece back under and said "Hello." Her heart gave a little leap. It was Miguel. "Did I wake you?" "It's a good thing you did. I'm supposed to be going to your sugar mill this morning. Did you know?" The darkness and the dream had With the brilliant suniignt gone. on the liquid cobalt world through the window she forgot the illusory terror of the night It no longer had any meaning, as pain has none when it's gone. It was just something she'd dreamed because she'd eaten a lot of the lobster and clams and things all mixed up in saffron-colore- d oil and rice. "I heard it last night when I got home," Miguel said. "That's why I called. Why not put it off until to- - ; "You understand?" All he had got was that Anne was going around with Miguel Valera, that it was dangerous, that she was warning him so he could make her back to America. turned and hurried across the street, and disappeared round the corner without looking back. Pete stood watching her. "That" he said aloud, "Is a big help." Pete hung up his sun helmet and went to his desk. There was some' thing about the melodramatic busi ness of shooting a rival that was ludicrous, on the whole. Neverthe- If ss the girl had been in dead earnest It worried him. At the same time it put him on a spot If he asked for any kind of protection for ber after last night they wouldn't even wait till be got out to laugh. And he couldn't very well warn her. Or could he? He glanced up as a soldier came out of Colonel Fletcher's office with a sheaf of papers. "The Colonel said you'd check these, sir." "Thank you." He glanced through them. On the fourth from the top he saw Miguel Tfalera's name in the second line of translation. "Tonight at 8:10 o'clock I was In Padilla Street. Miguel Valera y Del gado got out of his car and went into Avenida Juan de Pinzon and waited there. I do not know why but I saw an American lady come in the street alone. Miguel Valera y Dclgado went down the street thought the American lady was lost, but when I spoke she was afraid and ran after Miguel Valera y Del gado and followed him In to the cVoor of the stores of the sugar and coffee agents Albert Benolst It was dark and they were there a long time and came out together. I re port this not because I have per sonal antipathy to Miguel Valera y Delgado or because I wish to Injur the good name of the American lady, but because I have been instructed to tell what I know about Miguel Valera y Delgado by people who believe ha la of the where you are and that Sue adores the it She's so enthusiastic about huscountry and the people and her band's work. Mrs. Lattimer her name's something else now but I've forgotten it hasn't ever really forIt was given her for marrying. somebody Porter, wasn't it? And I gather she thinks Sue is just being perverse in being happy on thirty-fiv- e hundred dollars a year. I must say the little I saw of Sue when you were at school together I never thought the child had it in her . . ." Anne's eyes fastened on her mother's vigorous scrawl were a little misty suddenly. Poor little Sue hating it like poison, and too proud and too loyal to Russell to let her mother know it. Anne looked up, not quite sure she was seeing properly. Sue herself was crossing the lobby toward the desk. "Is Mr. Taussig In?" she asked brightly. "Tell him Mrs. Russell Porter is downstairs." She turned and saw Anne. Her face flushed a little. "Oh, hello, Anne!" She turned quickly to the telephone operator. "Never mind. Thanks." Her smile as she came over to Anne was too bright to be altogether convincing. "How are you, darling. What an adorable dress, and I love your shoes! I haven't had any really decent clothes since my trousseau wore out What are you doing? Why don't you come out to the Club and play golf with us, and have .. , lunch?" "I'm going out to Valera Central to see how they make sugar," Anne said. "Mr. Taussig's going too." Sue's transparent little girl's face fell. "Oh, really? When will you be back?" "This afternoon some time, I sup- pose." "Why don't you bring him over to our house to tea?" Sue brightened instantly. "Not me, angel," Anne replied. "Frankly, I don't like your friend Mr. T. And the less I see of him the better I like him." "Oh, Anne you're being perfectly foul!" The tears sprang to her eyes. "He thinks you're splendid . . . Intelligent and beautiful. He said so the other night And even if you don't like him, couldn't you be nice to him just for us? It's so horribly Important I don't think he's very attractive either, but " "Sssh," Anne said. Mr. Taussig was getting out of the elevator. He didn't see them until he got to the desk. Then he turned and came over beaming cordially. "Good morning, Mrs. Perter." He held out his hand. "I've been trying to find a moment to pay a party call, to thank you for one of the pleasantest evenings I've had for a long time." He hardly more than noticed Anne. She sat watching Sue being cornflower-eye- d and breathlessly eager. She'd hoped Anne would play golf that morning, but it was won derful, really, having such a marvelous chance to see a sugar mill "And if you're not too awfully late getting back, Mr. Taussig, why don't you bring Anne over for tea? It seemed to Anne to have the most convincing spontaneity. "I'm afraid Miss Heywood is too popular to waste much of her time dn me," Mr. Taussig replied urbane ly. "But I shall certainly come.' With Miss Heywood, or without her, if I DO She "Tell him Mrs. Russell Porter is downstairs. morrow so I can go along? My father and I have to go to Ponce on the south coast today. I'd like to be along to show you around." "That would be wonderful!" Anne said warmly. "Good. Then I'll see you tonight About eight?" She put the phone back and sat may." with her feet crossed under her, "That would be lovely!" Sue cried. Mr. Taussig turned to Anne. "And whistling softly. About eight That was twelve hours . . . which wasn't you, Miss Heywood are you ready very long, really. She stretched' for an educational tour of the Is her hands up and made little waves land's chief industry?" of thin convex ceiling of her cheeseIt was wonderful, Anne was thinkcloth box. Just being alive was mar- ing. Mr. Taussig was a perfect velous! And she didn't have to be emulsion of paternal kindness and disturbed about going out with Di- gentleman of all the w6rld. He ego Gongaro and Mr. Taussig. It probably felt that way too, she was stupid to worry about things. thought . . . just as he could stop and pick up a cat and stroke it while They always worked out somehow. She thought of Pete and glanced he was doing business in a deserted at the clock. It was too early to store on an empty street . . . busi call him yet She ordered break- ness that whatever it was was suffast and got up to take a shower ficiently nefarious to interest an un- while she waited for it. agent from the War De At half-pas- t eight the phone rang partment in Washington. On second again. thought she'd tell Miguel about him "That's him now," she thought and Sue. Sue was hell-befor . going over to the table. But it call it collaboration, she thought wasn't It was Graciela Gongaro. Like a butterfly collaborating with a Her voice over the phone was boa constrictor. so that it was difficult to Mr. Taussig could be charming, understand her English, which was however, when he put his mind to it much less fluent than ber father's or She was aware of that as the big Don Alvaro'a even. Finally Anne shiny black limousine, with Graci made It out Don Alvaro and Mig- ela between them and Diego Gon uel had found, before they left that garo in the folding seat in the mid' they wouldn't be able to get back, die of the car, sped. It seemed peri perhaps not for several days. Her lously fast through the narrow curv father had asked her to call and ing road, canopied with flamboy tell Anne they'd decided to go ahead ants and Indian almonds, toward with the trip. They would call for Central Valera. He was not only her at eleven o'clock. charming, he was amazingly well For an Instant Anne hesitated. informed. He knew the names of n Something of the feeling of the all the trees the tree, the dream slipped across her mind, as lignum vitae, the violet tree, the a frail wisp of mist sifts across a candle-tree- , the Tabeuia. He knew Jan party." country road early in the morning. all the flowers too, and when they Pete put the paper down. He It was gone as quickly. stopped at the market lor a mocould get sorer at Ann Heywood, "All right," she said. "I'll be ment In Rio Piedras he knew the b was thinking, than at anybody Jobo and the sour top, the star apready." Is In the world. At the moment She put the phone down, picked It ple and the custard apple. He knew however, he wasn't exactly sore. It up again and asked for Headquarthe guinea grass in the fields, the was something ba couldn't define. ters at Fortress El Morro. different kind of pelms and the wa Eh didn't know what she was letTwo hours later she stopped at ter hyacinths in the river under a ting herself In for, of course. No- the desk to get her mail. It wasn't narrow bridge. He knew all about body but a Latin, maybe, would so eleven yet and being Spanish they'd the economic struggle of the Island, instantly suspect the worst and say probably be late anyway. She the value of cane crops, coffee, pine It either directly or by implication. crossed the lobby and sat down to apple, grapefruit and tobacco. Jut she was in a Latin country. read ber mother's letter. Graciela, restive under the flow of and it was time she was finding it "Darling, Do you remember Sue Information that fascinated Anne, LaltimerT I saw her mother at lunch stared straight ahead of her, her out The phone rang as be was reach at th Colony yesterday. Eh says hands folded In her lap. TO BR CONTINUED) ng for it U took up th receiver, Su and her husband are down there antl-Amer- l- ' der-cov- high-pitche- d, silk-cotto- - ia JSrSi A I lm . SEWIN6 CIRCLE The Married Siren V THE STORY SO FAR: Anns Heywood, MfeutUtil daughter of a wealthy New York newspaper publisher, roes to Puerto Eico on an assignment for her father'! paper. Also on the Island are Pete Wilcox, a reporter on her father's paper, now a U. 8. 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It is correct for E$ential ,aWmm WAR TOUCHES US ALL Even though we may not be at the fighting front carrying m gun and running the risks of battle, the tvar usually alters all of our lives to some extent. A typical illustration is the story of a wife and mother whose comfortable home has become a trailer because her husband's work has forced them to move. Added to her worries over, her little lame boy is the disreputable action of her husband who has been spending much of his time in the home of another woman. Kathleen Norris advises her to bury herself in the work of rebuilding a home for her children and her husband when he wakes up. If we know that men and women are honestly trying to ,De Deixer he could find so much relaxation themselves, and make the world a and amusement. But now things better place, it is easy to have deal- are getting bad at home; orderly ings with them. They keep their housekeeping in a trailer, with washpromises, we keep ours. They bring ing and toilet facilities at a disto any difficulty, any problem, a true tance, is impossible. Until my dardesire to solve it according to the ling little Bruce can have an oplaws of Justice. They make mis eration, he will be lame; the baby takes; we all do. But the mistakes is of course exacting, still at the stage. I get of honest persons are much less formula and didy-was- h distired, of success discouraged, lonely; rumpled, the than dangerous the injustice of the whole situation honest ones. Ethel Mayers writes me from a irks me into occasional trailer camp situated near one of And Fred is either silent, absent-mindeor cross and critical. There our largest plants. Ethel is 31; she has been married does seem to be a queer irony in the fact that now that so many of for seven years. This Is her probus could afford better living, we lem. can't find it. Can you suggest some Trailer Life a Straggle. in which I can bring my hus"Two years ago," says her letter. way band to a sense of the unfairness I was a happy wife, living mod of demanding so much of me, and estly in a little home we owned, in wandering off himself to comfort, Cleveland. Fred's salary ranged coolness, amusement, flattering com about $150 a month, which was plen He has always been panionship? ty for me. and I kept a nice home,4 considerate before, affectionate with free of debt. Then came the war me and the children, and we and Fred was sent here, his salary miss it." Jumped to anything between $200 and $260 a week. Our second little Marriage Suffers During War. My dear Ethel. I say in reply, the boy was born seven months ago; my oldest is six, a bright and love-abl- e cost of war isn't paid entirely in boy, but crippled; he cannot precious lives and expensive guns. walk. Conditions here are difficult; So tremendous a world upset as this there being no house available we demoralizes us, every one, tears all live in our trailer; four of us in our lives up by the roots, shatters ideals of honor and detwo small rooms. Fred sleeps in a our On all sides there are comfortable arrangement In the car, cency. and I manage both children in the strange outbreaks of immorality; trailer, but on hot nights, what racial troubles that have slept for with the racket all about us, talk, almost a century; young blood recsinging, Victrolas, radios, and some- ognizing no authority and obeying times auarrels. we don't get good no law. rest. Marketing Is hard, too; I wheel I And on all sides, also, thank God, are titanic efforts to stem this tide bargain and wait. Even if we leave of lawlessness. Fine men and woma list the day 'before we have to en everywhere are giving their time wait our turn; clerks are over- and their money and their most earworked and unfamiliar with the nest effort to get at the sources of stock, and altogether this whole criminal outbreaks, to protect youth, summer has been a struggle for me. to improve living conditions, to safe"But that Isn't the worst In the guard marriage. You must put yourself In line with suburban town near us there are some beautiful homes, and in one these workers. You must overlook the shameful facts that the woman of the most beautiful there is a woman whose husband is an army cap- you call Rose is deliberately breaktain, over in Africa somewhere, and ing up your marriage, evidently in idle fun, and that Fred has Wwho has plenty of money and leisure. She is very hospitable to the defense-plan- t forgotten that he promised men, and my husband often to stand by you no matter what congoes there with the other boys. They ditions arose In your wedded life toplay card games and have a regu- gether. Fred is excited, tired, dazlar spread at 10 o'clock every night; zled by novelty and flattery. Like cold meats and salads and drinkr, some of the European travelers of of course our crowded camp has yesterday, he has left his code benothing to offer In comparison to It hind him; he has lost the guiding Myiiusband denies that he has fallen strings of home, neighbors, customs, His new work, his big In love with this woman, whom I will call Rose, but he la often there salary, his right to enter Rose's at times when the crowd Isn't has handsome home all these have more than once occupied her spare gone to his head. But this Is only a phase. Do the room when he was late or tired, and best you can to weather It; save tells me he enjoys the big cool showers, fine linen, and quiet. Rose is what money you can In solid govabout 35; my husband a year or two ernment bonds; wait for saner times as we all must. 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