Evening star., 1921-03-20

l say. riIIS, am you alTalu Vi
brea king the speed laws
Silence.
\ star streaked downward and died
| in its flight. Miss Fink lay Nat back
| ward in the bost, her face toTeshort-
| ened and Hpturntd.
| 'Shootin' stars luck aiGt 81, Gllyf~
! Dunno
| She nestled deeper into her cushion.
one arm fiung high in semicircle
! ABOUT her head sHd her lids 80 low
| over her eyes that sue might hay"
| pten "A sleeping AGrIans.
| Drip-brlp- They ffoated silently.
| IN "a rustic Of moving waters.
smile trembl"d across Miss Fink =
| iipS. and she opened them so that her
voice came softly. softly.
sweet and low swe-.t ana io~.
Wlnd of the western aeae.
| Bi"'', blow. Uferzss blow,
| wand OF the western sra-"se
| The Beach Hotel CLEANED yellow
| from every window. AZ if II we're pos
! ing Tor a picture post card or where
| to-Spchd your va cation pamphlet.
| ne dlhIug room was cleared OF its
| alsle-forming tables ana its floor pol =
| ished TO a mirror. A. the far end OF
' the room Il Cio,k * priCked out in blue
| ana Whlie electric bulbs CLEANED
| against a blue-and- Whit" che"seCiot h
! background.
! TROPICAL palms. with skii1fuiIy dyed
| irondS ana twined halfway up with
| brown cotton moss. huddled in a lit
| tie jungle around the piano and yio-
| I'm accompa niinent Straight around
the desert of room. chairs. backs to
| wall and legs touching. awaited action
as a stage library setting. discovered
/ AT the rise OF curtain. awaits the en-
( trance of the French maid in her
! four -doilar silk stockings TO tickle
the furniture and the audience with
! a tiny feather duster and timer
| French accent
After while the scratching of a
| violin for its note and the one finger
tum m -m-tum -m-m on the piano: the
| light blather of voices rising to a
swell Cnstylish women in shotted
/ silk dresses with waist lines and de-
| cent width skirts and hodices cut
| nigh over bosoms that would have
J quivered under barrenness. The in
| vitational rhythm of waltz music and
pink haired violinist swayine in the
| palm jungle. A couple glided out
! into the sahara Of polished floor. an
other and yet another.
Presently the bobbfng throng, the
women flushed with their primal love
| OF the dance. the men in fast-wiltins
collars and out of step. Mr.. Proxies
! inserted Il third handkerchief. bib
fashion. inside his fainting collar and
! TOOK Miss Fink in an antiouated en-
brace of the waltz. His hand, out
stretched against her back, complete
! ly covered the area between the shoul
! der blades and lay heavy against its
! chiffon.
! "Whew,''
! For the new grand master you Amt
doing bad. Proksey-you've taken
every mans wife of 'em around. AIM
youo"
Mr. Proxies mopped at his face with
his fourth handkerchief and writhed
/ his evening cln ba IL
ny their broadcloth.
| Yes. but it's almost over. The II
O'Clock song and the passing of the
loving cup. and then I'm ready. sister
| for what I been waintin' for all
evening-guess."
! Can't
T; THE prettiest and sweetest little
| girl in the crowd and little gray
! colored canoe. IL don't like it a bit
these other fellows-you just wait till
I'm off duty
! what r think of these guys"
! 81 amt much on dancing myself
little sister. but I'm game-but watch
me after the IL o'clock song puts me
off duty and I've started the lovin
cup around. You and me, sister. and
the little gray shell. Ready now, one
l-two-three-ready-now-go"'
Miss Fink pirouetted skilfully
around Mr.. Proxies heavy-footed am.
BILE. wood nymph matching hel
dainty pace to her favorite Bruin OF
the forest.
| Good, Proksey-that was swell
/; reverse. Say. there's fortune fol
a dancing teacher out this way"
! "One-two--three!"
! ouch, Lemme try to guide. No: now
start over again: just try to kinda
keep your feet where mine amt and
you'll come out all right
| "One-two-
| "So-good-now you're all right
| No. that was my fault. Reverse again
i-Ouch"'
II give it up, sister,
| "Whew".'
. ut just amt right to ask a little
! fairy like you to steer me around
How'd you like to go out in a quiet
corner of the veranda and cool off
it's ten minutes before the shoutin
and we can wait out where it's quiet.
yep. it is hot in here. amt it?"
Mr.. Proxies breathed as if for &
lung capacity test. inserted fourth
handkerchief into the limp rag OF
collar and held wide the screen door
rush of air lifted his hair and
dried the beads on his brow.
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T IGHT dresses and light voice!
drifted from black corners of the
veranda and from the recesses oi
rocking chair. A chain of japanese
lanterns stretched between two pill.
lars. swung and flickered. and out
above the cedars, standing darkly
! with their crowns against the sky
a lopsided moon with swollen anG
infiamed face, invited them.
"Whew. this is more like it! Here,
two chairs. There amt no use talk.
ing. I'm more at home on ice field
than a dance floor. T just amt got
the knack."
"Say. after that 1ong-legged fellow
from Wichita walked over my ankles
and completely destroyed my instep
you seem like a toe dancer doing the
powder pun"
my. but you do look pretty to.
night. Miss Fink
| ""Aw"
Here, faster mis- ,buttonhole rose
Of mine in your hair: it just matches
| your cheeks. Pretty as a picture
you look. you do" H..
The music was suddenly remote
and cut off by an ell of the building
fair quiet lay like a veil. Miss Fink
receded into the impressionistic mood
Of night, her pink chiffon scarf
dropped from her shoulders like
! wings.
"Oh, dear" she sighed twice. leaned
backward and let her hands fall limp
! along the arms of her chair. Her