The Washington herald., 1921-07-10

the day, led by one Ezra Tobey, poet ana
bandmaster of the town.
Sallie consenting, Holcomb set to work-
with much yigor, and soon their AAse was
shooting prettily across the m.ia = ciear
water which flowed as a great gull .etween
the lambs of the inn and the goats e. the
village. Is.
Scraping softly on the sandy beach '~low
the grove, Holcomb dragged the canoe ana
its fairy freight high and dry, and the
young couple sauntered up to the rustic
temple Of Terpsichore,, seating themselves
on the beach that ran about the inside Oh
the waist sheathins.
Until their arrival the lads and -lasses
~ had been having Q good time. suo-
denly their pleasure took wing.
1t would have astonished Holcomb ana
the dainty Sallie to have learned that tney
were cruel.
But the laws Of the Medes and Persians
were q tumble Of loose generaHties oy com
parison with those of any particular enqos
of young people. No allowance wnspe'o
is made for the slightest infrsction, no toief-
alton shown for other days, other CUSTOMS
They conversed In low tones, their eyes
roaming about seeking whom they misnt
devour. Their titterings, their whspereo
asides, sounded louder than slide uomoono
or cracked clarinet. The village maioens'
care-free but a moment before, became no'iS
aware of a thousand little feminine make.
shifts or returnings and makings- over Oh
last years furbelows and the ribbons Oh
year before last.
Sallie's humorously tolerant orbs became
pitiless cathode rays, searching oeneatn
bodice and deceived not BY skillfully al
tered seams. Under the aristocratic supe-
riority of Holcomb's stare feet none too sure
Of themselves became hopelessly involved,
and squashed slender button boots and col
lided with rival brogans. The semi weekly
dance on Loon Grove became a fat failure
before the ironical glances of the city
folks"
Presently the village band striking up q
two-step they both knew, even in its present
disguise, the peerless captain rose and gath
cred into his distinguished arms the fra
grant and slender bud Of her season, and
they swung into the dance of their SET
1t doesn't matter what It vast ante
dated the original tango, and would today
be considered too prim and stiff. Then 1t
was the newest thing out, and eighty -four
eyes glued themselves to the pair. This
because there happened to be twenty -one
couples present.
I should have said eighty-six eyes;
but of this anon. One BY one, their
courage returning, others took the floor, and
presently a little Of the former good cheer
returned. With the visitors no longer acting
as mere spectators courage revived.
It was on the second tour of the pa-
vilion, near the outer edge, that Holcomb
became aware Of a low, coarse voice which
came from directly outside the palins. He did
not at first pay any attention to the actual
words, and even when he did it did not
occur to him that they could Be possibly
intended for them.
''Hey, you! You thar in the white pants
Cut that out"'
There was no room for doubt once the
reiterated words penetrated to his brain.
No other male present could have thus been
described. Besides, positions were re-
versing now. Many eyes were focused upon
them. Hot with anger, Holcolm glanced
up to where the speaker leaned over the
rail, one finger rudely pointing.
He was 4 big, raw-boned man of about