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PCHAPTER XXXVII viena’s first emotion, when Scott

i,ton stalked away so angrily, Hamnne of dismay. Then she grew

I »"s ne fjrst Terry Alkire, then

Kr;' An(j for quite some time

Rose and Tony had disap- i)0th nf <-er attentions to Tate.

pr0n rkcr she asked the follow- -» ■ * ■*«“'

foj£’t woman’s habitually chilly Th

u.ore even chillier as she eyes her employer. ‘What looked nt

ylena? Shall I be

shaL,,i or justify your behavior?”

I tru*^.iBg what the reply would.

L yiena nevertheless said, ‘‘Be

mtfn I Will be. Yes you’re a

prfec And n°W t

80 °n

P1 my work before I say too

wli®h Rudely she bent her crisp

"ay head over the plans and

^Graduallythough, ihe opinions of

Cy knew his ideas were not im-

ZLt to Miss Varanoff so long ffe guarded Carlyle. And while t resented her dividing her time

between her small daughter and

voimg Cromwell he made no criti-

C1yter Francie had been dead a

fe‘, months, Tate asked Ylena to

marry him. "Let’s slip away and be mar-

ried. People here don’t need to

Tate, we shouldn’t!” All the

same her green eyes were on

hi, earnestly beseeching face.

Again she said, “We shouldn’t,” musn’t!” She walked away from

aijh to one of the big arched win-

dows. “Why not?” He moved back of

where "she stood looking out at the wall of burgundy and gold moun-

tains, about La Madera. A first star shone in the sky. It was a

dusky and quiet, romantic mo-

meat. “Of course we can. You can make some sort of excuse—

shopping, business, anything. I’ll do the same. I’ll drive over and we'll meet, get married and, for a honeymoon, go to Santa Bar- bara.”

“Oh, no! Not Santa Barbara,” Ylena cried, thinking of Terrence Alkire. Her own remark impress- ed her with the sneaking nature of their plans, yet she did not want to resist.

Tate suggested, “Then we won’t make plans to go anywhere in par- ticular. We’ll just wear dowdy clothes and go to little insignifi- cant beach towns on the Pacific coast. No one will need to know. Then after Francie has been dead a year we'll get married all over

again. That way, no scandal, ev-

eryone is happy, and we’re happy in the meantime.”

Eventually he beat down her re- sistance. which had never been .strong, and their plans were made to appear most casual. On Sunday afternoon Tate was to come to tea, presumably to bid Ylena farewell before she took the night rain for her business trip to the coast.

"I want to go along, Mamacita,” Carlyle lay on her mother’s bed and watched with wistful eyes as she packed.

“I'll take you next time, dear. I’ll take you over for your birth- day. We’ll get a beach house and Play in the sand all day. Just you and I. Would you like that?”

With a sly hint, Carlyle said, Id rather go now.” She regarded

ter mother from beneath straight Haxen bangs and repeated, ‘‘I’d father go now.”

;lena dragged the youngster fair, the bed into her arms and

squeezed her until she giggled, be much too busy for you, my precious.”

in,7*1611 let me g0 UP to Scotty’s.” en ske received no answer, Car-

r e stopped her mother’s work-by mg down on top of the stack

-* clothes she was packing. crr,ftrn,acita- am I ever going to Scotty s again?” wm!enu said’ “0f course you are!” thmmVit c.°,mes to his senses, she leefin Tlth a tight-lipped recol- out ®,of the way he had stalked

hekr apartment. ‘‘You’ll see

mom' °re very long'” she “Now

d t0 aPPease the child. rirp

run along and have Rose L Jou tor tea. Tate is com-

Shp tncn go play in the patio.”

then Jnished with her luggage, taffetn nP6(1 °Ut of her gold silk dr! •housccoat and into the travel

m whick. she later would Exnerti an, aPricot-toned flannel. pmVj, ske rouged her lips and hair L! S tavorite perfume in her ahead ed °n, her throat- She looked meet at* *'?en she and would Perhan k

Planned destination, then if he would feel better

sks moody, less irritable. Rose’, room she walked into "indrn, looked °ut those back (-as XLmt0 the Patio- Carlyle

mk® already, spotless in a

Waving iletkAng?ra sweater suit, filthy 1 the

_ hly pool. She’ll be

then ]a„.kn°. time’ Ylena fretted, terenen fh®d to herself. What dif- little nij* make? What was a

onc- of u, Never would she be

took tho °“,e heckling mothers who c°nstant P ay out of a child with same X admonitions. AU the self who! Sroan softly to her- cuPped h, ;he saw Carlyle dip oi.it Wat

ads *nto the pool and lift Tor tr; stir in a pile of dirt, faakinp

ta days she had been tam. 8“t asuccessful attempts at a

I,Ia!«acitn 6 ^cotty used to make, trough tv

Down where he cut ty.” Prnr °rchi<*s with a “chet- latherer-TK exPlanation, Ylena tag the ,St Scott had been tell- Iyle a fe ,le'Cyed, credulous Car-

Tonv e tal1 ones-

*<■” ;Z„ffound her there. “Don’t ...otvv, rtoi-p-ie?”

i “I think she is all right. You can go down when I do.” The blond girl motioned the guard to her side and pointed. “Look.”

His strong mouth parted in a grin of adoration as he watched her patting in the mud. “She should be dressed in a rubber bathing suit.”

“She has to be gorgeous. Mr. Cromwell is coming.” The pleas- ant expression faded from the young Italian’s face. Ylena went on, “You’ll like him some day, Tony. You’ll know it’s all right.”

He defied her. “No, I won’t!” Color raced through his already dark skin. “Never, Miss Varanoff. I know it isn’t any of my business except that I love Carlyle—but please, please won’t you think twice before doing what you’re do- ing tonight?” She felt weak. “I know you are going to the coast. I also know Cromwell is goihg— never mind how I found out. And I know, too, that it can’t be a coincidence.”'

The girl looked at him and her features turned cold. "Perhaps you’d better not go down for tea after all. I’ll talk to you in your room after Mr. Cromwell has gone.”

Heels tapping briskly, she headed for the rose and blue breakfast bar and made certain that everything was in readiness for the tea. Rose was there, fixing sliced bread and butter. Carefully she buttered the

loaf, then sliced the bread paper- thin, buttered the loaf again.

“Put watercress in some, will you, Rose?”

The gray haired housekeeper nodded, but said nothing. For a moment Ylena stood waiting for her friend either to say something or at least turn her head. The rather blighting worry that everyone knew her plans, went over her like a flame. Acutely embarrassed, she left the kitchen nook.

When she heard Tate’s ring, Ylena quickly ran to meet him at the top of the iron steps. “Meet me in the garden, dear.” She gave him a short kiss. “I’ll be right down.” She didn’t want him to come to the apartment and per- haps run into the glowering Tony. Too, she wanted Carlyle and her future together. Surely, when she loved him so much, Carlyle would, too.

Hurriedly she sped to her bed- room and locked her bags against Rose’s curious eyes in case she chose to pry. At the same in- stant, she thought, I’nj behaving like a thief. It was beginning to prey on her mind, this subter- fuge. She took a deep breath and walked over to look at herself in the mirror. Unconsciously, she picked up a powder puff and ran it aimlessly over her already too- pale face. Then she walked back into the room where she had left

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