Evening star., 1919-12-14

iou- Ol, II wish l was dead.
III 60 barehanded to SNOWFALL
feast rather than wear your duds.
There's your old gloves-there!"
Tears were streaming and leaving
their ravages on the smooth surface
of her cheeks.
Il just wish II was dead"
"Aw, no. you don't, There's him
now, with horn on his auto that
makes a noise like the devil yelling!
There's your little rat-eyed. low lived
fellow, now. You don't wish you was
dead now. do you? Go to him and his
two divorces and his little round
head. That's where you belong;
that's where girls on the road to the
devil belong-with them kind. There
he is now. waiting to ride you to the
devil. He don't need TO honk -honl
SO loud; he knows you're ready and
waiting for him"
Miss Barnet fastened on her little
hat with fingers that fumbled.
"Gimme-the key"
"Aw. no, you don't. When you
come home tonight. you knock; no
more tiptoe. night-key business like
last time. knew you was lying to
me about the clock"
you gimme that key. don't want
you to have to get up, with all your
kicking. to open the door for me. You
gimme the key"
IF you wanna get in this room
when you come home tonight. you
lilo
amt afraid to do"
''You-oh-youw With a shivering
intake OF breath Miss Barnet flung
wide the door. slamming it after her
until the windows and the blue glass
vase on tho mantelpiece and Miss
Wonte, stretched fun length on the
bed, shivered. II
Two flights down she flung open the
front door. There came from the
curb the bleat Of siren. wild for
speed.
Stars had come out. a fine powder
ing of them. and the moist evening
atmosphere was sweet, even heavy.
She stood for a moment in the en-
brasure Of the door, scenting.
do / need my heavy coat, Jerry?"
The dim figure in the tonneau, with
his arms flung out their length across
the back of the seat. moved from the
center to the side.
mo, YOU don't. Hurry up. I'll keep
you warm IL you need a coat. Climb
in here right next to me, Peachy
Gimme that robe from the front there.
George"
Now. didn't 1 say / was going to
ing. touchy; l won't bite. Ready,
George. Up to the Palisade Inn. and
let out some miles there"
Gee! Jerry. you got the Limousine
top or Amt this swell for summer"
CHAPTER III.
Mr.. Jerome Beck settled back in the
roomy embrasure of the seat and ex-
hailed loudly, his shoulder and shoe
touching hers. -x. t-t +.
she settled herself out of their
range.
Nov. now. snusgle up a little,
d Peachy."
80 She shifted back to her first posi-
tion.
That's better"
'"Ain't 1t a swell night?"
'"Now we're comfy-eh?"
They were nosing through snarl
Of trafYic and over streets wet and
Shiny with thaw. Men with over
coats flung over their arms side
stepped the snout of the car. Delica-
lessen and candy shop doors stood
wide open. Children shrilled in the
grim shadows of thousand-tenant
tenement houses.
"well, Peachy, how are you" Peachy
is just the name for you, eh? Cause
I'd like to take bite. right out OF
you-eh, Peachy? How are you""'
Fine and--and dandy"
Fine and dandy"
Look at me-" .-.
"Aw"
Look at me, / say. you pretty little
peach. with them devilish black eyes
of yours and them lips that's got
cherry on EN-" o.
Honest. you're the limit" ..,,.
whats your eyes red for?"
"They-they amt" p. 4s...
"Cryin'?"
Like fun. ..a,.t
.yon know what Ia do II I Thought