Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1914-05-09

show her beefy, red silk-stockinged
calves.
why, oh. WHY. do stout. forid
women always dress so conspicu-
ously?"
Want to make sure they're not
overlooked" grinned Warren. well.
my hats off to that man for waddling
her around. lingo, that girl in pink
| can dance! Not bad looking, either.
Say, what's coming here? Looks like
she'd yanked down the curtains and
grabbed off the lamp shade"
That's supposed to be very effect
i've" glancing after the loosely draped
gown, with a green silk hip fiounce
feel really old-fashioned In this? I
wonder if l couldn't drape this skirt
| in some way?"
Huh; IL you knew what a darned
sight better that dress looks than most
of these freaks around here, you'd not
monkey with it"
Has anybody a pin?" Mrs. Dalton
came UP flushed and painting, holding
in place frill of torn lace. Harry
clutches me So" Grossly. "he Just ruins
my clothes. He doesn't know the
MaxiXe at all! I have to fairly drag
| him around"
You don't get 1t right, either. Ma
RE: You put your toe in front instead
II do MOTT" emphatically. TITS
you that" Oh. thank you." as
Warren found a pin under his coat
lapel. You're going to dance this
with me. I'm sure you can get 1t bet
ter than Harry"
GO ahead. Curtis" urged Mr.. Dali
|
raked over the Goals"
oh. dear, l wouldn't" whispered
Helen. you don't know these steps"
But Warren with gallant bow had
| already placed his arm around Mrs.
Dalton's waist. The next moment they
were lost in the maze of dancers.
| Refusing Mr.. Dalton's insistent invi-
tation to dance. Helen tried anxiously
to locate Warren in that kaleidoscope
mass.
Then she saw them across the room.
Warren. much flushed, was making
diligent efforts to conform the old
fashioned waltz to this new step. They
were mincing along painstakingly
| awkward and Helen saw several per-
sons glance after them with a mean
ing smile.
1t was so rarely that she ever saw
warren at disadvantage that she
watched him with varied emotions.
on, why did he not stop? Why did he
persist In making a spectacle of him
self? Every moment his steps grew
more conflicting. Mrs. Dalton was
plainly embarrassed.
they were coming nearer. Surely
he would stop when he reached their
| chairs! But obstinately determined,
ne would have again circled the room
had not Mrs. Dalton broken away
with an apologetic laugh.
| IN
OF time! It's so hard to dance to some
of this music"
Thought something was wrongi
They're way off! No wonder couldn't
get the swing of it. Should think
they'd have decent orchestra at a
dance like this
AS soon as Mrs. Dalton got her
breath she whirled off again with her
husband. Warren sank into the chair
beside Helen. There was an awkward
silence. She purposely refrained from
I any comments on his dancing.
! We'll. this is dead slow. I'm going
down stairs and have a game of pool
with the marker. You'll be all right
here-plenty to see."
With Warren beside her she had
| enjoyed looking on, but, now left
alone, Helen felt very conspicuous. 1t
recalled her Whatsoever" days as a
young girl. NOT having the dash and
assurance to make her popular, she
had sat out many dances, trying to
hide her embarrassment and aching
heart with poorly feigned air Of
unconcern.
And now as several men glanced
appraisingly at her Helen grew more
self-conscious. If only she could es-
cape to the lounging-room! She
shrank from crossing the floor alone,
but by keeping close to the wall and
lodging many couples she finally made
her way out.
Feeling much less conspicuous out
here. Helen sank on one of the red
velvet couches. from which she still
had view of the ballroom.
half-hour later Warren appeared,
leisure1y smoking cigar
Had enough All right. lets look
] UP the Daltons and tell them what a