, 1921-07-28
You Just Can't
Always Tell
BY MARY

who's coming?' asked George For
rest as he glanced at the fourth tea
cup.
Don't grow excited, George" said
Diana, "she isn't your style at all;
looks like the outskirts of the smallest
town In the smallest state in the
Union. She Is so embarrassed If a
man speaks to her that she Is apt to
fall into her teacup; she is the one
woman in the world I could wear has
never had o love affair"
Margaret here added her voice to
the description. "She bushes in hor-
rid red spots, too. I'm afraid you
won't be at all intrigued, my dear. l
had to ask her because she's Aunt
Sarah's adopted daughter and Aunt
Sarah stands for all the riches of
CrOesus."
George Forrest smiled urbanely.
Urbanity was one Of his strongest
points. But he thought to himself:
May the good Lord protect me from
society cats like thesel For real hu-
manity give me a nice, kind bush
man of South Africa or an hospitable
South Sea Islander. I'm going to
make myself so agreeable to this
maiden who bushes in spots and looks
like Pokeville, Delaware, that they
never can say no one ever firted with
her, at any rate"
The doorbell rang at this moment
and into the came the girl. Her
skirt was too long, her ears showed,
her lips were not scarlet but natural
all this George took In at a glance.
And she seemed far from her ease
when she greeted Diana and Margaret
Ellis. AS had been predicted, she
blushed violently. and be~comingly.
when Diana offered her a cigarette.
Diana winked at George, and George
noticed that Miss Townley saw the
wink and hat she turned her face
away as II to hide the hurt express
sion that spread over 1t.
"Good for you, Miss Townley." said
he, drawing his chair close to hers
and putting into his gaze the intensity
and 'for you alone" look which had
made him famous as the best little
lady killer in New York. "Why wom-
en- think 1t is cute to have a cigarette
dangling from their mouths every min
ute In the day, l can't see. / am glad
to meet a modern girl who can refuse
one"
But I am not a modern girl, I'm
afraid" faltered Miss Townley. There
was something very appealing about
her, and her eyes really were rather
beautiful when she looked straight at
one. George began to find the game
interesting-and 1t pleased his sense
of Justice TO see Margaret Ellis and
Diana fall back I'm their seats In help
less amazement.
Better and better" smiled he al
her quite unnecessary admission eff
you tell me you don't 'toddle' I'll want
to kiss your hand"
81 don't" laughed the girl. And
when George put his words in action
she blushed again, only not unbecom-
ingly this time.
Margaret Ellis smiled somewhat
frigidly as she watched the scene.
Don't let Mr.. Forrest deceive you,
Isabel" she put in. you can't believe
one word he says. you know. He's
Ananias and Sapphire rolled into one
the truth isn't in him."
Isabel Townley looked quite serious
ly at Forrest and then back again at
Margaret. "Well. ms our old gardener
up in the country used to say. You
can't always be pleasant and truthful
at the same time And he is awfully
pleasant, isn't hep
George Forrest laughed with a spon-
taneous ring to his voice that was not
usually heard In the drawing rooms
he %frequented. The girl was great
she wasn't dull and she was SO abso-
iutely naive.
you've said a mouthful, queen "
he quoted as he took her empty cup
and put 1t down on the table.
'If you don't toddle and you don't
smoke. what do you do all day7" asked
Diana. She thought she'd better make
some effort TO he agreeable as long as
George Forrest was leading the way.
She did wish. though. Margaret had
not asked Isabel today OF all days.
ole Nhultu ioTTtSl > hittilipnS ntT-
self.
"Oh. I'm quite busy with the house
keeping in the Notwithstanding and
all that-and In the afternoon mother
and | always go some place together,
driving or to the theater or opera. and
in the evening | play chess with ia
ther. We're chess fans. father and
l." she said. looking at Forrest.
"Jovel that's great" he exclaimed,
real enthusiasm in his voice. IT'S the
best game going. We have a chess
team over NJ the club and play wildly
every Monday night" Again George
and Isabel were, conversntlonally,
alone In the field.
"How splendid Father taught me
To play when ! was only eight years
old. and ever since we've been the