The Washington times., 1920-09-01
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II believe Ill join the Nussfsn
ballet" she said. II do dance very
nicely. You should hear what ths
ballad master says. And Miss Dun
can and Miss ST. Denis watched mo
yesterday. and they were very COM
plimentary and polite"
y"Nonsense. It's good exercise. but
3 II would be a dogs life for you to
lead, Steve. Where Is Helen?'
"Out hunting a model for her Pc
gasus. She asked me to pose for
the mounted figure, but 1 haven't
time. / can fancy myself. in
complete state OF nature. scram-
bling onto some rickety old livery
hack" She threw back her head
and laughed, then inspected her
new hat, and facing the studio mir
ror. pinned II TO her chestnut hair.
''Do you like IT. JimT'
f"Fine You make all hats look
we'll"
such a nice, polite boy! So well
brought up! But unfortunately
heard you say the same thing to
been, Jim' I called you up an hour
ago"
TELLS sTEPHANIE OF CALL.
~ went to see Grismer.' he said,
COolly ignoring neF peTNcfSc anu
tormenting humor.
"You did? Bless your dear, gen
erous heart" cried the girl. "Do
you know that IL 1t were in. me to
be sentimental over you, what you
did would start me? Continue to
behave like a real man, dear friend,
and I'll be head over heels in love
before i know IT."
-'Why?" he asked, conscious again
of her gaily derisive mood and not
caring for it. w..
"Because," she said, 'you have
acted like a man in calling on Os-
wald, and not like a spoiled boy.
You resented Oswald's marrying me.
You have been sullen and suspi-
cious and aloof with him since you
came back. 1 know Oswald better
than you do. 1 know that he has
felt your attitude keenly, though he
never admitted 1t even to me. I
"He is man of few friends, ad-
mired but not well liked; he Is
wretchedly poor, fiercely proud, sem
sitive--"
"What"
t'Did you think he wasn't?" she
asked "He is painfully sensitive;
pitiably so. i think women divine
1t and 1t attracts them"
"He hasn't the reputation Of be-
ing very thin skinned" remarked
Cleland drily.
."The average man who is sensi-
tive would die to conceal 1t. You
ought to know that, jim; it's your
business to dissect people, isn't it?"
LIVES ON ADMIRATION.
She thrust a second pin through
the crown of her hat and adjusted
it deftly.
s"Anyway," she said, "you are a
nice, polite boy to go to see him
and you have made me very happy.
Good-bye! I must run"
e'Have you lunched?"
"No. but I'm going to-
with whom?" he asked incau-
tiously.
"A man."
"You're usually just going out to
lunch or dine with some man. he
said sullenly.
IL like men," she said, smiling at
him.
;'What you probably mean is that
you like admiration"
"I do. It's agreeable; it's sani-
tary; it's soothing. 1t invigorates
ones self-confldence and self-re-
spect. And it doesn't disarrange
y
Therefore, / prefer the undemonstra-
tive admiration of man to the in
discreet demonstrations of a boy"
"Do you mean mew he asked,
furious.
But she ignored the question:
Boys are funny" she said, swing
ing her velvet reticule in circles.
"Any girl can upset their equilib-
rum. All a girl has to do is to
look at a boy sideways-the way
Lady Button-eyes looked at you yes
terday afternoon"
'rWhat!'
AT the Rochambeau. And you
got up and went over and renewed
your friendship with her. Helen
and ] saw you"
'T was merely civil" he said.
$50 was she. She f1shed out .