Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1916-01-21

toward the Office, la succeeded in
making you work. Well, never mind,
l can go somewhere else."
ooh, come now! They'll be ready
tonight, l promise you. Perhaps this
afternoon, even. The fact is, l just
haven't been in the mood to develop
the plates, that's ALL"
She nodded, smiling. Artistic tenn
permanent, Ell? Well, it's becoming!
suppose I'll have to wait. Say, Mrs.
Royalton seemed to have an idea that
she wal the only one invited to your
party, and when she found l was com
ing tonight, she vas just a bit-well,
asteistic."
Hall saw his chance and opened the
campaign with energy. Lord, the
ideal" he exclaimed. "As if l wouldn't
have you if l had anybody! Why, you
always are the first one l ask, Carolyn,
you know that!" He turned on senti-
mental lights in his eyes.
Really" Carolyn asked curiously.
"Of course! You know I'm awfully
fond of you, Carolyn"
"Really?" Carolyn repeated, her lips
beginning to culver with mirth.
Eyes, by jove, I'd hardly dare tell
you how much"
"Oh, dol" she replied lightly. "I'm
feeling awfully stodgy this morning, it
might wake me up" She tossed him a
joyous glance and swung herself over
to the other side of the studio and fin
gered a piece of embroidery. Fire
away, I'm waiting!" she laughed. Then
she whistled a piece of a tune, picked
up a color plate and squinted at it.
"Oh, look at that! That model of
yours, isn't it? Miss Gale? Bully!
What a stunning costume!" She stood
inspecting it.
Hall, meanwhile, was watching her
sharply. He noted the trimness of her
costume, the freshness of the huge
bunch of v~iolets, the wilderness of her
She was so at ease, so independent
and unconscious, that it was as if some
wild animal had entered his studio.
How well she knew her world, how
conscious she was of her superiority
over most of those she met, her equal
ity with any! She had consummate
poise; her self-esteem never waned.
She breathed the smartness, culture
and self-sufficiency of her social
sphere; it protected her like an armor.
1t was as If, being Carolyn Dallys, she
was insured against any form of en-
barrassment. Carolyn was neither
particularly clever nor very rich, but
she was INSIDE" and those INSIDE"
have freedom. Hall himself had been,
In his time, 'inside"-he had, in fact,
despite his working for a sustenance,
been elected. His own family
could stand the strain. He knew,
therefore, how to appreciate Carolyn's
place. Mrs. Royalton was in the
smart" set-the set that gets into the
newspapers-but Carolyn Dallys still
lived on Lower Fifth avenue She was
one of the foundation stones in the so.
cial structure of which Mrs. Royal.
ton was a more conspicuous pinnacle.
Hall had gone into a momentary
reverie. In that day-dream he had al.
ready lived three years with Carolyn,
travelled abroad, W. to Constantine.
pie, had seer her entertain grand
dukes on his yacht, had fought two or
three duels with offensive Italian Of
ficers on her account. They had rid.
den horseback up California canyons
Just now they were back in New York
There was even a little Hall Boni.
STEELE
Here! Wake up!"
He was suddenly jerked back into
the present, with Carolyn now seated
on a couch, impatiently staring at him
He smiled self-consciously.
whats the matter with you, Hall?'
she asked, looking at him queerly
you haven't got a hangover or any.
thing, have you? l didn't think you
doped."
He laughed n%ervously. IT suppose
you fascinate me, Carolyn"
She gave a whoop of Joy. me,
uncle?" She pointed inquiringly at
her breast. Say, Hall, old chap, pass
the molasses. We women just eat it
up, you know! Makes us fat. I need
a lot of it, Exit headache!"
This was hopeless for Hall. He
must get serious, or there would be no
mdndSlHS d pfopoSdi. VI, perndpS-
her manner gave him the cue
wouldn't she be more amenable to a
humorous offer? "Try It'll" said his
intuition. He walked up to her.
Carolyn, see here, how would you
like it if you thought I'd lain awake all
last night thinking about you-yes,
and the night before, and all last
!. week."
Fine! l feel better already. Too
good to be true, though. Did you, real
/ Iv 2n Cha rumn1ed his hair affection-