The Press., 1918-06-13
"WhO Are You2"

months to meet. When he thought of ! that the fanNing stopped. If he had
 known she was going to be there &
 million dollars would not have tempted : him to appear in that costume. He had wanted to make a good impression l the first time they met, and If he was 1 introduced to her as he was she would think at once that he was an idiot and ] would have nothing further to do with
 him. Her letters would stop, and everything would be over. Even her , brother Bob, his chum and room
 mate, would not be able to fix 1t up, , he was sure. What kind of friend was
 Bob, anyway, to let him come dressed | as a girl, and not tell him Murial was ! going to be there until they arrived
 and it was too late to back out? But I he couldn't feel bitter toward Bob, for
 it was through him he had got into correspondence with ~Murial, and her letters had been the most interesting
 part of his college life. If he could
 get away without revealing who he \ was it would be all right, but he was anxious to have look at Bob's sister ! before he left. If she was anything
 like her picture she was a beauty | Apparently she wasn't on the floor, for the position he had taken gave him a l full view of the ballroom, and he was ! sure he would recognize her the min- ute his eyes lit upon her.
 The music was wonderful and Ches- ter could hardly keep his feet still Oh, what would he have given to have ! had that two-step with Murial. If ! that air kept up he couldn't keep off the floor much longer, he thought.
 There was no partner about, but if some one didn't come and ask him to
 dance he would get out and do a solo. A faint cough beside him caused him
 to look up. A very slender young man dropped into the seat next to him. AS their eyes met Chester dropped his he had to remember his role. But the one glance had been sufficient to size up the young man. He was a gawk and it was his first time out, Chester
 could see. The dress suit looked out of place on him, and he felt out of place in it. He was too shy to ask any of the girls to dance-but how he could stay out of 1t with music like that Chester couldn't see. Here
 was his opportunity to have dance and at the same time help the gaWk
 get over his shyness.
 He rose, smiled in the boys face. and said. as coyly as he could:
 "Please be my partner for the next
 dance"
 It wasn't the proper thing for young lady to do. but Chester was sure the gawk wouldn't know that. He had
 seen shy boys in his life, but this one
 was shyer than he had ever imagined
 a boy could be. Although Chester put
 out his arm invitingly, the fellow stood
 in embarrassed bewiderment. The
 music was as entrancing as ever, and
 Chester couldn't stay off the floor any
 longer. Before the young man could stammer refusal he was whirled onto
 the floor, and he had to dance to save his feet from being trampled. After
 Chester had stepped on his toes .
 number of times, the gawk seemed to realize what was expected of him, and
 before the second time around he was dancing very we'll
 So far so good, Chester thought. But 1t was his duty to break this young fellow into the methods to employ with the fair sex. With this in view he started to chatter gaily in the sweetest effeminate tone he could assume, but the boy wouldn't talk, and Chester was exasperated. The music stopped and Chester applauded loudly for an en- core. His partner stood like the gawk Chester thought he was, and he felt like kicking him. When they started out on the encore he thought of an- other course of action. It would be .