The Wilmington Morning Star

There's Always Mañana
WRITTEN FOR AND RELEASED BY
CENTRAL PRESS ASSOCIATION
LOIS EBY and JOHN C. FLEMING
Notified that her brother, Melvin Marsden, is missing in action,
JEAN MARSDEN, who has risen to the top as a fashion model,
quits her job to become secretary to
STEVE LANDIS, director of a new rubber plant in Mexico. Jean
has an abrupt introduction to
carefree, handsome
CURLEY, employed by
MR. AND MRS. PARKINSON,
owners of the Rancho Casolina.
Jean appears to have roused the jealousy of
ROSITA, pretty little Mexican girl
who is in love with Curley.
YESTERDAY:
Mrs. Parkinson
tells her husband that she doesn't
think Rosita will do anyone harm
because of her jealousy toward
Jean.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
It was the next evening after
dinner, while leaving the dining
room, that Mrs. Parkinson turned
to Jean and Rosita. "I think right
now would be an excellent time
for us to start making plans for
the fiesta."
"I think it would be fun," Jean
said. "Never having seen a fiesta,
I'm afraid I won't be much help;
but I'm still in favor of it."
"Rosita is really an authority
on fiesta. I'm relying greatly on
her help."
The dark, surly look that had
clouded Rosita's piquant face ever
since Jean had moved to the rancho suddenly disappeared. Lights
danced in her dark eyes, a flash
of white teeth showed as she
smiled the delighted smile of a
child.
"Gracias, Senora Parkinson. I
love the fiesta. Together we will
make plans excelentes!" Her voice
rippled with excitement.
"Let's go in the study, where
we can talk without being
disturbed," Mrs. Parkinson proposed,
"while the men enjoy their cigars
in the patio."
The three women went into the
book-lined room, with its brightly
tiled fireplace, its soft red leather
furniture, its massively carved
desk that once had belonged to
Madero. Mrs. Parkinson sat at
the desk and took up pen and
paper. Jean stifled a smile at the
way the little Spanish girl
was
preening over her new importance.
She was posed before the portrait
of her mother, from time to time
darting a maliciously condescend-
ing look at Jean.
"Let's see," Mrs. Parkinson be-
gan, "the guests will be arriving
about noon. They'll be famished
after the long motor trip, so I
think it best we start things off
with a typical Mexican barbeque."
"Buenas!" Rosita cried. "Die de
fiesta always begins with the bar-
beque.
"And what shall we have to eat
besides the barbecued meat?"
Mrs. Parkinson asked.
Rosita's eyes danced in the soft
glow of the desk lamp as she
chanted the menu. "We'll have
the garnachas first, then huevos
rancheros, guacamole, albondigas,
camote con pina-" She rattled
off the dishes so fast Mrs. Park-
inson could hardly keep up with
her as she scrawled off notes on
her paper. When she had finish-
ed writing, she turned to Jean
humorously. "Does that sound