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THE EXETER TIMES-ADVOCATE Thursday, December 9th, 1937
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“And besides, I’ve, .promised to be
in at 1 o’clock. That’s a concession
when one goes to Palm KS-ardens,”
Merry added hastily as • the door
bell rang and she rushed for her
wisp of an evening wrap.
“Yes, dear, But we’re not sure
about Mr. Norton and 1 o’clock is
late enough to wait in suspense. I
do have to teach tomorrow. So, re
member, One.”
And Merry laughed. Laughed be
cause life and love and adventure
were opening before her, because
her mother was so infinitely dear
and so absurdly careful for her.
'Laughed, too, because out in the hall
Basil Norton’s voice was mingling
with John’s.
“Didn’t I promise?” she said. And,
blowing a kiss lightly to Helen,
Merry went out,
Danger Ahead
Basil, his shiny black hair comb
ed perfectly, a tiny flower on the
lapel of his tuxedo, approved her
with his eyes, with the way he pull
ed her ’ hand into the curve of his
arm as they descended the ■j5orlctti
steps, with the whispered “You lake
my breath away!” as they went to
ward his car.
In the back seat another couple
waited—a girl a'bout hei’ own age
with dimples and heavily mascaraed
eyes, a man about the age of Basil
only not nearly as good-looking—
not so tall-—not so slim.
“Viola Weiss, Merry'—and Frank
Scarponi,” Basil said.
The car moved out into the night
and Merry’s lips smiled and her
(heart sang to the purr of the motor,
to the low caress of Basil’s words,
the gleam of admiration in his eyes.
# When tile street lights had become
smaller and further apart, Basil
swung his car up a side road. Here
tall trees shut away tlhe city, blot
ted out the stars. Only tiny glimp
ses under the highest branches
showed the black mirror of the Wil
lamette far below them, a mirror
that reflected infiniteesial dots of
light—the stern light of a minute
house-boat, the changing brilliance
of a distant beacon, the candelight
of stars.
Basil leaned and squeezed her
hand, and Merry sensed a question
in tihe way he smiled at her, sensed
a strangeness a'bout the road.
This wasn’t the way to Palm Gar
dens! Palm Gardens was on the
river road! *
.Suddenly the car swerved to one
side and stopped in front of a
dank house
little
CHAPTER II
ques-
little
Merry looked up at Basil
tionly, her heart beating a
faster.
“What’s the matter?” she fal
tered.
' Basil lifted her chin and laughed
into her eyes.
“Matter? Is anything tihe mat
ter?” Jle turned off the engine dnd
exchanged an amused glances with
the two on the back seat.
“I thought—” A tiny doubt began
to creep into Merry’s eyes, a tiny
fear lashing her pulses. “I—thought
we were 'going to—■”
Again the other three laughed.
“To Palm Gardens?” Basil sup
plemented. And opening tike door in
ihis side, stepped out. In the back
i seat Fra^k iScarponi was getting
. out, “Nat in a hurry; are you?” Ba-
’ sil murmured, this dunk face gleam-
• ing with amusement, his brown eyes
• openly, intimately caressing her.
“Why—” 'Merry felt a little be-
i wildered, a little unhappy that the
I other three seemed to
: at .iher,
Basil gave her hand
standing squeeze. He
■ smile that assured her, that
i again happy little 'tingles over her,
. that made her remember how pol-
1 ished and romantic he had' always
looked, that brought back to her
mind the lovely dreams she had
woven a'bout (him. ‘
“Back in a minute,” he said and
followed iScarponi into' the little
house.
Merry caught a lingering grin of
superiority on Viola’s lips.
“Why did we stop?” Merry ask
ed.
Viola shrugged disdainfully. “Li
quid refreshments,” she said airily.
“Oh,”
And then, when Merry didnt’ say
any more, Viola volunteered,
“Frank lives here. He’s got some
real stuff. Some he’s got left from
the old days when <he used to smug
gle it through from Canada. Boy
has it got a wallop . . . Whoopee!”
She brought her hand against her
own forehead in an emphatic slap.
Learning About Life
And because Merry was still
ent, red eyes trying to penetrate
darkness about the littel shack, to
pick out of it the figure of Basil,
to assure herself that Basil wouldn’t
drink too much and then try to
drive the car, Viola said:
“What’s the matter with you, kid?
What’s eatin’ yuh? Don’t you
drink?”
Twice in her life Merry had drunk
a cocktail—one when Eddie Myers
had given a dinner and once,with
Kay Paterson’s.
“Well, not very much,” she said,
'She c'ould feel Viola’s disapproval—
her silent contempt—and she felt
suddenly unhappy. Almost sorry
she had come, terribly lonely and
glad—very glad when Basil and
Frank returned. Frank climbed in
first, handing Viola a bottle. And
Basil, sliding undeT the wheel, hand
ed Merry one, his breath strong with
liquor. Merry laid
seat beside her.,
'“iDon’t you ’ want
Basil insisted, his
hers again, pressing it tighter, his
lips brushing her ciheek just as they
had <on the boat. Oh, Basil was the
same. Merry assured herself. Maybe
his eyes were a little brighter. But
he was the same. Not drunk. Not un
steady. x
“No thanks. Not now,” she said
carelessly, a little glad that Basil
needed to give all his
turning the car around
back down tihe hill.
By the time they'had
the starlight the wide
had listened to the soft tones of Ba
sil’s radio. Merry had recaptured the
happy excitement she’d felt when
they’d left home. Basil's ardent
voice whispering compliments, the
eloquent touch of his ’ hand, the
sight of his profile beside her
brought tihe flush back to her cheeks
set her heart to dancing again.
They came in sight of the colored
be laughing
an under
gave her a
sent
sil-
the
it down on the
a little snort?”
hand inclosing
attention to
and starting
driven thro’
river road,
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Basil said
friends are tankin’
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answer. .She stood
I
lights of the Palm Gardens, which
the highest wooded foothill wore like
a jeweled crown, And
wound about the hairpin
ing up to it.
“You girls go on in,”
stopping at the steps. “We’ll come
pretty quick?’
But even that could not spoil
Merry’s thrill of adventure, as she
and Viola mounted the steps in the
trail of the uniformed doorman who
had met them at the car,
In the dressing room Viola wink
ed. “The boy
up. Now’s our
partner.”
Merry didn’t
in the door of the long dance hall,
slim and excited and vaguely de
pressed becase Basil was not there
and because she felt revolted at
Viola who . had obviously been
drinking on the way there and who
giggled easily and loudly. “Anyway,
this is really it,” she told herself.
“I’m really here at the famous Palm
Gardens,” But somehow being there
didn’t seem quite so wonderful as
she had hoped.
Dancing’
At a touch on her arm, she look
ed rip to see Basil grinning at her.
He held out his arm and she walked
into them, glad to be rescued from
Viola, glad, too,, because she was
becoming a part of the gay crowd,
because Basil was good looking and
she remembered how well he had
danced the night on the ship.
Basil pressed her close, and look
ed up for his smile, she suddenly
froze, little shivers of ice rushing
out of her fingertips. IFor Basil’s
face was flushed. His eyes were
bloodshot. By the strong wriffs of
liquor she caught as he bent to
ward her, she realized that Basil
was drunk.
He wasn’t dancing so well either,
Twice he led her into, another couple
and leered as he apologized to them.
Merry was too surprised to do more
than follow silently, all the 'glamour
stripped from her lovely
appointment making her
and singularly beautiful.
J'Listen, baby,” Basil
“I’m hot. Let’s quit for a little
Let’s go outside. What do you say
we get something .to eat on the 'bal
cony?”
Merry sought his eyes. “I think
you’d better stop and get a cup of
good strong coffee,” she urged
pointedly. (She remembered a terrible
nightmare in the
had needed black
Basil laughed,
er than she had
laugh. A good deal louder than she
imagined he knew ihe was laughing.
People around them were' staring.
And over at the side iScarponi and
JTiola were whispering and laugh
ing.
“Think I’m plastered, don’t you?”
Basil shouted. Nearby couples were
pointing him out now with amuse
ment. “I’ll show you how pie-eyed
I am,” Basil shouted, and -grasping
her, he attempted to execute some
very difficult steps.
'But his feet became tangled and
he stumbled, grasping the coat of a
young man who was dancing past,
holding on, steadying himself.
Merry hardly knew how, her face
burning with shame, she managed
to get Basil down the long dance
floor, out to the dimly lit inclosed
veranda "where a few scattered
couples sat eating .and drinking from
little coffee stands and trays
“(Two coffees,” she said to an im
pervious waiter in a white dinner
jacket.
The waiter bowed and came back
with- them almost at once,
Basil took his cup and pulling a
small flask from his pocket, began
to unscrew the cap.
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night, dis-
eyes large
whispered.
past when
coffee.
A good deal
ever heard
John
loud-
him
mlake it better,” he con-
Restraint
with a restraining handMerry,
oh him arm, felt a second restrain
ing hand laid there so quickly and
so insistently as to resemble a slap.
Both looked up amazed.
It was the waiter.
“I wouldn’t drink any more, sir,”
he said, his gray eyes serious, his
low voice clear and commanding.
Basil drew himself up with dignity
his chin in, his shoulders high.
“Who’re you?” ihe demanded.
“Wlio’re you telling me what to do?
1*11—'i’ll—”
He pulled the cork with his teeth
and the next thing Merry realized,
she was standing up, using the gay
little handkerchief
given her, to sop
prettiest formal.
“Down this way,
el4 said. “We’ll wash it
away.” P
tain toward the back, and with a
white handkerchief from his pocket
worked carefully to remove the ugly
brown stain.
But even after the coffee Was
gone, a big wet spot remained on
the front of he£ dress. Merry star
red at it dejectedly while the wait
er stood helplessly by.
“Tell you what,” he said at last.
her mother had
coffee from her
Miss,’1 the wait-
out right
He led (her to a little foun*
know.'
other
come ;
And the
there
g"
end
and
“I believe if you’d walk around a
littl bit it would dry.”
“Yes, but—”
“It really isn’t cold outside,” he
went on dubiously-. “Like to have
me show you the garden? We have
outdoor parties here, you
“But you—” Up at the
of the veranda Frank had
was sitting beside Basil.
Scattered couples here and
lingering over refreshments or ci,
arettes were paying no attention to
Merry and the waiter. “Could you
get awayi—long enough for that?”
she asked. More than anything else
she wanted to get out of sight, go
where she could think without look
ing at Basil, where she could try to
put together the pieces of her shat
tered dream and look at it again
and see what she could do about it.
iShe glanced up at him, smiling
wistfully, her eyes as blue as the
painted sky which vaulted the ball
room, brighter than the electric stars
which illuminated it.
“Sure I can. You see—you’re p
customer—in distress. That would
be part of my job.”
In the Garden
Almost unconsciously he gave her
his arm at the steps leading out into
the garden. And almost unconscious
ly she took it.
They walked down a little path of
fine white gravel bordered by bright
dahlias and wax-like roses and gay
chrysanthemums and clumps of
■green laurel and tubs of palms, all
bathed, in the twilight of Japanese
lanterns.
There was something secure and
sane and comforting about this tall
waiter who smiled down at her cour
teously.
“Is this the first time you’ve been
heTe'?'”
“Yes,” she said. “It’s my first
and—■” she hesitated, her cheeks
flushing. She was ashamed of the
whole escapade, ashamed i
dark Scarponi, ashamed of
and,—yes, ashamed of Basil,
scene he had made on the
floor.
“—and your last?” the
finished for her, his gray eyes twin
kling with understanding. iShe saw
that he was as tall as Basil and
broader-shouldered and years young
er and that dark chestnut hair wav
ed back from a high, smooth fore
head. And his waiter’s uniform
which was not a uniform at all but
a dinner suit, fitted him perfectly.
And Merry felt ashamed but im
pelled to 'tell him the whole story—
about meeting Basil on the ship,
about Mother’s not approving of
him, about their stop on the way
out at Frank’s shack.
“Scarponi,” he repeated thought
fully. “‘A few years ago there was
a fellow inficted for rum-running—
named of .Scarponi. I wonder—”
And Merry marvelled that a young
waiter would know that—would ever
be interested enough in a thing like
that to remember it from a few
years back.
“Judge Hunter sentenced him and
the gave the judge a lot of trouble,
the young fellow mused.
Merry recalled what Viola
said about Frank’s smuggling
liquor through from Canada.
“I’ll bet he’s the same one, then.
Maybe this Norton’s been a partner
or something.”
Disillusion
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! Viola
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A rum-runner—Basil? Color Slow
ly diffused Merry’s ’ cheeks, spread
even to her smooth pale forehead.
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her swiftly from the tips of iher
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“I’m glad,” he whispered.
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