The Madison journal. (Tallulah, Madison Parish, La.) 1888-current, 1921-08-06
Nobody's Darling
and Warren
By MARTHA MACWILLIAMS

(Ss JyZl, by Mcclure Newspaper SyhulcAte.l
whats this?' Warren asked,
blocking the way of a sheeted figure
in frcl. of him. Apparently it had
the neck Of a giraffe, so distant was
the crown from the spread of shout
ders. But with draping of thick
hornespun linen, outlines were mat
tiers of faith rather than sight. This
was true of the whole company of
gay youths gathered for phantom
party" wherein sheets, pillow and
bolster cases, napkins and such small
deer. had been impressed for mas
querade duty.
"This is-nO. this ain't-nobOdy's
darling" the giraffe answered in
plaintive falsettO: 81 amt fat-nOt a
little bit-but nobody loves me either
weekdays or Sundays"
what Shame-if there's enough
of you to love-" Warren returned,
making a fumbling clutch at shrOud-
ed arm. Lets feel; | thought So!
as his fingers identified buttons clear
ly masculine. "SOnny, you should not
begin TO deceive this early. You're
hardly more than q cock sparrow"
With that he tried to swing the
giraffe across his hip-but met with
amazing resistance. His captive
writhed eel-Iike from his hold and set
huge, heavy heel upon his instep,
painting out. Let go. unless you want
hole stamped in your socks, Sammy
Warren"
Lets see your socks" Warren be-
gan bending and grabbing the foot.
At his touch ii was jerked free of the
heavy shoe, revealing itself, small,
dainty, Enthusiastically feminlne-its
owner the while whispering angrily
Now you've done it-spoiled my fun
all evening"
"Put on your shoe and come out on
the piazza-nobOdy saw your foot"
Warren countered, dragging the girl
away. Giggles followed them. In the
encounter her high-spiked headdress
had got away, letting the sheet droop
falling scantily below the other. The
wearer tugged spitefully at it. saying
under breath: I'm a sight, know
1 am-and they pick on me enough
when Tn all set"
LET them-nO matter who they
are" Warren said soothingly. "Tell
me your name and I'll say enough
sweet things 10 make up"
mot If keep my hearin'. Ugh! I
hate sweet things!" the girl flung
back.
Warren laughed softly. 81 see. No
body has said them-to you" he said.
Blind batsi / know you're pretty,
even through linen sheet"
I'D ram you for that. If only I were
submarine" with menacingly low
cred head, "for making fun of me.
You know I'm Zarab Zell, and, every
body says, ugly enough to chaw wool
with the burrs in It,"
"Hearsay is not evidence" Warren
all bat whispered. parting folds of
linen to look into a piquant olive
skinned face, now Illuminated by deep
shining eyes and dashed with damask
bloom. Dimly he recalled the Zarah
Zell he knew; this could not be the
same, yet certainly was. It's lucky
you didn't swear to what you said"
he went on. ut would have been rank
perjury. Every girl here tonight Is
prettier than you are-but none of
them half so beautiful"
paint makes heap of difference.
If you put 1t on right" Zarah an
swered, with an artless giggle.
The phantoms were in full tide of
ghoulish glee. They had spread over
the lamp-lit lawn, by twos or threes,
or blotches of curious half dozens.
Zarah looked at them through fingers
held under the sheet, saying judicially !:
ITS mighty fine party"
"Shall we go out to play with the
restr Warren asked. She nodded.
Under the brightest light she paused
to say In Warren's ear: "Can you
understand how 1t feels to be finer
than anybody, when all along you
have been the commonest looking %
II don't know. Can your from
Warren.
Its heavenly-Tm feeling 1t now"
Zarah whispered. you see, at all the
other parties I've looked like q rag.
tag-tonight in granny's fine linen
sheet, nobody can touch me. l shall
slip away before the undressing-then
nobody will know what's under 1t.
But they'll all guess who wore en-
broidered linen-nobody else has any"
"We won't unmask," Warren said.
I'll declare ourselves Guardian
Ghouls. charged to keep the others in
order. And they will have to feed us
in private just the things we like.
If they don't, we'll put all sorts of
spells on them"
Seems like somebody has already
put spell on you," a mincing voice
said behind them. Warren laughed
carelessly. THAT'S all right. Min-as
II wasn't you," he said. run along