Evening star., 1921-03-20

The gray light of dusk suddenly en-
veloped them: the lake was CLASSY
topped like cistern. and behind
them a darkening tangle of woods
full Of the twilight gibberish OF
birds.
"Gee. forty week. On forty
week / could ride in a taxi with my
back to the meter: l could buy a plot
of 5th avenue for truck garden: l..
l could even get married. Birdie.
"Or buy an underground balloon.
They laughed in soft. furry voices'
that had unconsciously taken on the
quietude of dusk. g. 10
Look over there. Gilly-the notel s
beginning to light up.
What / think of that dump.
Il bet right now the whole bison
convention is ringing for more low
els and shaving water. and every
mans wife of 'em is unpacking the
tray of her trunk and shaking the
small town sweet lavender and Grim
kles out of a made-in-the-h sum-
mer silk that would get a laugh out
of clown off duty"
Il notice youe pretty strong for the
small towns yourself. Morning Glory.
I amt heard nothing more about that
Ell ght -forty-fiv flyer since you ana
Miami went out to the moon last
night"
Quit your kiddn'."
Go to it, sis--he's the prize Bison
of the whole herd, with bank ar-
count I could wish on myself--don
let straw in his hair and ashes down
his vest front scare you off. Oh. you
Red Trunk
"Aw YOU"
Likes you pretty we'll, don't he.
y,add1o off
like he'd give half interest in his
Miami bank stock to be in my place
"Yest-he-would-n sung in
voice to deny her negation.
Mr.. Gilly busted his hands of sand
particles, rolled over luxuriously on
his side. climbed to his feet and
stretched wide his arms like a sun
god standing at the edge of 4 day. He
was Il white flannel epic in sartorial
art. a heroic expression of trousers
creased to the knife edge and wide
cuffed to reveal. yet conceal. white
clock ed hose, so sleazy that the knob
of his ankles strained thinner the silk.
a white silk shirt fluted in front and
bloused to a correct negligee snapped
in the breeze. and with it all the
carefully careless hair. the unimpor-
tant features and the too large horse
shoe scarf-pin that distinguishes the
sophomore from the scholar. the
weeviI from the worker, the gent
from the gentleman.
| "Stay where you are. Birdie. and I'll
hike down to the canoe for the basket
Wen spread the eats on the sand and
build a bonfire till the moon comes
!, up. We're going to have some little
feat-real cut-upS We are--Wouldn't t
they give US the laugh at home?"
He bounded down the slope of beach
lightly, the spray of kicked-up sand
shooting from under his white canvas
shoes.
They dined like two gnomes, with
| the fire dancing in their eyes and
over their hair and down their backs
Eand their own shadows. curiously
| elongated and stretched on the sand
I beside them. full of mystery and alb
! surd with the mimicry Of their own
syrations.
! ''Have pickle. Birdie birdle-"
Don't care if I do
Are you happy. girlie?"
well, l guess"
"S'more cakes?"
| Nope"
"Whatta you think of our party,
sister-real gay. amt we:"
| "Some party"
you're the kind of grille I'd like
| to take to a real lobster supper. Gee
the swell little parties I've had at
| - uICc llltle cONScHldI
| crowd-that's me all over-nice lit
| tie crowd like that and I can hug
| daylight's out of myself for joy!
"Churcheys is one little dream Of
| piace-they got the swellest dance
! floor in town.
Don't I know it"'
"But-oh. I don't know, but-sirce
since l been out here with the
pine air that kind Of bites into your
| lungs, and the moon so close you can
| taste it to see if it's Il camembert or
| gorgonZoia. II ain't SO keen on
| rushing through life on subway
| trains.
! "Hear-hear. Say, outside of Moo
/ York you'd thrive like an orange
grove in Alaska"
Gee. a story-anda-half cottage in
| M-Michigan, with a garden and
props under the trees to keep the
| fruit from breaking them, and a pal
ing fence all around to keep the kid.