The Birmingham age-herald., 1921-07-27
The By MAY CHRISTIE
 Disturb bing Kiss
III-Pongo, Talisman Copyright 1921 by The Mcclure Newspaper Syndicate.

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 "Oh, what heavenly viewF said Natalie. She rushed over to the win dows. There were three of them, as well as a couple of skylights up above. The place was full of air and
 sunshine. Why there's the Hud- son And up there. the Palisades"
 He smiled at her enthusiasm well pleased.
 "But who looks after you?" She whirled round on him. "Who cooks your meals? And cleans the place And what sort of work do you do up here?'
 A whimsical light illumined his
 blue eyes T look after myself-cooking and all, when it's necessary. There's a dilapidated cleaning woman who's supposed to clean the place out twice week"
 Miss Natalie was seen to sniff-a shade contemptuously.
 She's not particularly thorough in her handiwork. Is she?" Young Danby shook his head.
 She's an inebriated old rascal. I'm ashamed of all the dust He picked up a feather duster, and began to W I way.
 Here. let me do that. You sit down
 on the settee and rest" Natalie used the domestic weapon to good purpose. And what did you say you worked at?"
 He looked embarrassed. live been dabbling-just until |
 cap land a real job you understand in sculpture-and in scribbling. I'm
 not much good at either though To love to be-"
 His companions pretty little race sparkled with the keenest interest.
 But how clever Yes, indeed tt IS. She picked up little plaster figure, Don't tell me you were actually SO so gifted as to model this? Her bright eyes wandered to small water color that was propped against Chinese vase. And that picture,
 too? Did you do that? It's ex- | qusite."
 Maurice Danby, eX captain and job seeker. felt a pieasurable thrill or satisfaction at the heart. The sincere admiration of this very pretty lresn 1 young girl-misdirected though It
 was towards his amateurish dabbhngs
 was yet most gratifying. | After some moments spent in gaz- ing at the picture and the little plas | ter figure. she came and sat down
 near him, cycling him intently.
 And you say you write. too? Oh, how I wish that l were clever! She | heaved a naively honest sigh. "You--you're far too pretty to need
 to bother about being cleverE Dlurt- i ed out young Danby. to his listen
 CTS and his wn-amazement.
 'You--oh. hang ii all'-l can't say l all I think" His deep blue eyes
 were fixed on the pquant, tantaliz- 1 ing little face before hlm-magne = tized. 'T cant express just what | want to say-in fact l musn't say II.
 It was Miss Natalie who saved the 1 situation. Though the stammered | tribute was not displeasing to her indeed the little lady was not unac- customed to such tokens of masculine approval--she assumed little air Of hauteur that was calculated to keep l the too venturesome within their place,
 Your remark about prettiness and brains. being incompatible, Is as old and out of date as last years sum
 mer hat" said she, adjusting her this seasons dernier crf' at its most chic angle, and surveying her reflec- ton in an overhanging mirror "As a matter of fact, women need all the beauty and grey matter they can beg, borrow or steal, these days, let me assure you. The times have changed
 She rose to take her departure, re- lenting a little as she saw the vexed look on his good looking. boyish face. Goodbye And hope the Jop event