Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1921-01-16

look vaguely around for Peter. They
had met at IL; then Peter had gone
in to dance. So, seeking him, Jim
wandered into the soft-drink stand
! that had once been a bar. The room
was deserted except for a sleepy
two boys lazily lingering pair
of dice at one of the tables. He was
about to leave when he saw Peter. AT
the same moment Peter spied him..
There he u.s." he cried and then.
turning to his party, "Cmon over and
help us with this bottle. 1 guess
there's not much left. but there's one
all around"
Nancy, the man from Savannah,
Evelyn Ware and Ben Arrot were
, Nancy caught Jims eye and winked at
him'broadly.
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THEY drifted over to a table and
arranging themselves cheerfully
around it began casual badinage as
they waited for the colored boy to
| bring ginger ale. Jim, family ill-at
ease, turned his eyes on Nancy, who
had drifted into nicke; crap game
Bring them over here" suggested
Peter.
Ben looked around.
I'VE don't want to draw a crowd.
| It's against club rules"
"Nobodys around" insisted Peter,
| and down like wild man trying to
| find out who let all the gasoline out
Of his car"
There was general laugh.
| II bet million Nancy got some
| thing on her shoe again. You can't
park when she's around
ooh, Nancy, Mr.. Taylor's looking for
you"
Nancy's checks were glowing with
| excitement over the game. Il haven't
seen his fussy little flivver in two
weeks" she flashed.
Jim felt a sudden silence. He turn
ed and saw an individual of uncer-
! tain age standing in the doorway, an
| individual who he knew instinctively
was married. played poker till he be-
| liked telling naughty stories to young
girls.
Peters voice punctuated the embar-
| rassment.
NV. Wont you join US, Mr.. Taylor?"
Mr.. Taylor spread his unwelcome
presence over a chair. Have to, l
guess. I'm waiting till they dig me
up some gasoline. Somebody got fun
ny with my car"
quickly from one to the other Jim
! wondered what he had heard from the
doorway-tried to remember what had
been said.
"I'm right tonight" Nancy sung out.
| land my four bits is in the ring"
Faded"
why, Mr.. Taylor. I didn't know
you shot craps." Nancy was surprised
| to find that he had seated himself and
instantly covered her bet. They had
oil oh ofI CT ~,
night she had definitely discouraged
a series of rather insinuating ad-
vances.
"All right. babies. do it for your
mamma. Just one little seven"
Nancy was cooling to the dice. She
ratified them with a brave underhand
| flourish. then rolled them out on the
| table.
"Ah-h! I knew it. And now again
with the dollar up"
her credit and Mr.. Taylor was a bad
loser. She was making it personal,
and after each success Jim watched
| look Of triumph flutter across her
| face. She was doubling with each
throw-her luck could never last
Better go easy" he cautioned
timidly.
'Ah, but watch this one" she
breathed in a tense whisper. 1t was
eight this time, and Nancy was CALI
Little Ada, this time we're going
SOUTH
Ada from Decatur rolled over the
table. Nancy was flushed and half
| hysterical, but her luck was holding.
She drove the pot up and up, refusing
to drag. Taylor was drumming with
his fingers on the table. but his deter
mined eyes showed that he was in to
stay.
Then Nancy tried for a ten. She
lost the dice.