Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1918-09-24

In the quiet frock seemed to draw him
continually. He found his eyes wan-
.dering back to her again and again,
although he could zee only, the back
Of her finely set head. and q dark spot
high on her left cheek near the ye,
Her carriage was remarkable. 90
clean-cut, - trim and straight, yet
1.-the and graceful, too. She affected
him strongly. There was something
about her which almost sobered him,
as though a cool sweet breeze g
suddenly blown into his face. Her
dark hair lay in! smooth coils under
her little hat, and he even noticed how
deity she used her hands She made
him think Of a racing yacht. Clipper
built! Yes. that was It, n was
pretty-only more Clearly alive than
anyone he had ever seen; young, and
obviously a lady. Z
'say, what are you staring at"
complained Miss Murray in his ear.
Don't mind those prigs. Come on,
honey, forget your troubles!"
But though Adam pretended to re-
spond, it was merest pretence now,
and, remained 70 as long as the four
some opposite stayed. They were evil
IDENTIFY Sightseeing, and the scene
was obviously new to the girl, at any
rate. He could see her interested de-
tachment She did not dance at all,
and once In, a while she made a COM
ment on the crowd, to Brock, who was
very devoted in his xmanner toward
substantial footing both with her and
the older woman. To hiss W amaze
ment, Adam found that he did not
care to dance II the strange girl did
not, and so Mae sat dtsconsolate, I'M
able to keep his attention, and sulky
at the fact, through three numbers.
Then Mr.. Monroe's party, evidently
having e enough, to leave,
and Adam saw the girls face again.
No. 1t was not really pretty, but he
scarcely thought Of that. 1t was
waters, and there was a fearless, see
ing look about the wide-set eyes. The
black spot high on the left cheekbone
was a mole, rather a large one, but
placed like the most enticing patch.
She walked with a lovely freedom,
chatting in low tones with Breck.
Without so much as a glance at Adam
she passed out. AS the door was
closing upon them, Breckenridge ex-
changed a curt nod with him, and
they were gone.
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along in fake revelry. Then sud
denly Mae, being bored, wanted to
leave, to try some other place.
hate this PLACED" So they picked up
and found their way through the fast
leaving crowd. Only a few habitues
remained now, and they would stay
until the buses began piling the
chairs on top Of the empty tables, for
the \daily sweep. and the walters
leaned against the doorways in a state
of coma.
The luxurious little elevator sped
downward noiselessly; like a tiny
French boudoir, 1t was, with it's PAM
cling and its mirrors and it's crushed
flowers ~underfoot. Mae Murray leaned
against the gliding sleepily, and
would have leaned against Adam, too,
had he not purposely avoided it. Then
they were in the dreary, half lighted
lobby, waiting in the chill while a
drowsy check-boy searched the bar
rem, almost fruitless, hat tree forest,
and the long. half-empty line Of coat
racks, from which he returned after
an untimeable period with a great
armful Of clothing and a bristly little
bouquet of brass checks. The revolv-
ing door squeaked aloud for them,
and they stepped into the bitterness OF
dawn. +
old man." said Dickey. with teeth sud
denly c%hattering. Get in. Mae; get
in, June; hurry, old boy. don't keep
the damn door open!"
But memory had suddenly halted