Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1914-09-20

of others. and had been rushed IN
the way As he made up his mind 10 stay there
until he could get cab he began to look idly at the
posters, also listen, after the manner OF an dler to
the remarks about him:
"TAf Dansaut-Now Going On" one sign.
A space covered by trcllsed flowers with dancing
sprite in gauze shown another.
Let's go up and trot bit, said woman in black
and very refined person she was, In fact as Summer
said to himself You wouldn't have thought it of her.
Bill, what do YOU say to twrlng about for an
hour?' asked one man of another.
Summer could not believe his The refined
woman had been sort of surprise. Here was an
other. For this man-this who had so lightly
suggested an hours "twirng must have weighed
good bit over hundred and been ffty-ive if he
day.
could dance He had let his little niece teach him for
fun" he had said. Yes, he could dance, and prob
ably good deal better than that bulky, grav-hared
IDIOT who just crowding the refined woman in
the elevator
And I'm only forty-four.- was Summers thought
he insisted entering, feeling glad that he dis
tinctv squeezed the overrpe person whose bovsh re-
mark had been like a personal criticism
Were you at the Greenes' last night?' asked the
companion of the man who ftv-ive.
AT the Greenes'? Not ME. I've cut out anything
social that doesn't include dance. Really do the
onestep and the lame duck in my sleep. replied the
other with chuckle that might have come from
schooboy playing truant. "Ah, here we are. he hted
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The place into which Summer wonderingly stepped,
his pulses gently stirred anticipation that had
touch of mystery mixed with it, the shut-in roof of
of the huge theaters that bristle thick as black
berry bushes lane in July about Times Square.
Artificial foliage and flowers shinnlered under the
glow of apricot-coored lights fountains dripped;
birds twittered and flew far up-real birds. The air
heavy with flower scents: music was filling it,
that seemed to have been born in the of the
worlds heart, so it p,sng, tenderly
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music, in a space marked by ropes of flowers, fifty
couples more We're swaylng.
To watch these Summer dropped into seat by
small table. Men and women. youths and girls,
all keeping time that tempting. syncopated melody.
He wanted to dance-ol how he wanted to dance!
He set his teeth He would dance. No one could stop
him! This thought became mania when approach
ing the railing of flowers he caught sight OF the stout
of the elevator doing heel and toe effect with
remarkable ghtness and agility, with girl OF perhaps
half his age, dancing with pleased smile on his moon
face. Summer was furious
THAT numbering 1unac of nearly sixty in there and
outside-ony foryfowE he thought bitterly and the
thought made him bold
A GIRL pretty girl-a French girl it would
seem-was just about entering the delirious cir
Gle She holding up the extreme end OF her slirnsy
satin skirt and examining it. Plainly she needed PIN
Now one of the old bachelor habits that Summer had
automatically and for special acquired
the picking up of pins wherever he them, and
fastening them under the lapel OF his coat. He brought
one out now and politely rendered it, with apology.
"Ah mereii7 the lovely girl murnured. How for
tunate that you have it's it not so?@
Summer added that it so; in fact, he added
this in French which he spoke fuentv and with
astonishingly erai Pdrisieu The pretty girl
made graceful response and sat down, if to wait
for someone
pardon if say YOU seem tired. Can l do any
thing for you?7 he asked respectfully, while pulling at
the neck of his courage make request that just
to think Of touched him with vertigo.
"Ah, thank YOU the girl lurrnured graciousy and
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