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—————— = By DEBORAH BEIRNE ND, Archie, bring the car a little A early for me—I’d like to drive through the park before dinner.”’ Thee --"* “lin Turnbull to the family a she stepped from her father’s mous... fore a white stone mansion on East Sixty-Ninth Street. Archie touched his cap. Ellin.” Ellin smiled. It was not the impersonal graciousness of a well-bred young woman to an underling—there was something per- sonal about the smile, as, too, there was something significant about the drive through the park. Ellin quickly entered the imported Gothic doorway of the stone mansion and disap- peared. Archie flicked off a speck of dust from his coat sleeve, looked down at his new shining boots, smiled—then stepped back into the car and whirled away. He remembered the last drive through the park with his employer’s débutante daughter. The window between them had “Yes, Miss been lowered—also social barriers. She had requested slow driving, and together they had chatted, not as his employer’s daughter with the chauffeur, but as equals. If other débutantes and escapades which enhanced their sophistication, Ellin, too, would have her clandestine romance. She realized she was living in an age of youth extravagance—when innocence was but provocative of scornful jests—when one must not outgrow the mature age of seven- teen without having at least one adventure over which to boast. And, too, Archie was not an ordinary chauffeur. No, indeed—he was a chauffeur de luxe—a superior—a personage almost, as compared with his brothers at the wheel. Nature had been extravagant in her be- stowal of masculine beauty. She had given him a graceful, lithe body that held itself proudly to a six foot height, and shoulders of a young athlete that were topped off by a head, rivaling with its classic brow and profile the beauty in line of an old Greek 310 COIN CloOOOkKS (C(O)