Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1922-05-11
nu,s BEGINS THE STORY

IasAioaOblG fetdt'Ves "" Dv.uo".
Srcnd ball she is disoonsotafe
.silNoper. A hdndsome youn0 mon
s.ts her TO dance ana sac h9s to con
m she knows none OF inc ap''o-
jsts steps. r.~,u,>,,,us
A. ,mpromptu Dancing Lesson
- ND--who is Walter?" he asked.
"A she hesitated.
aWsiter oh, he's---well. he's just
,,,end. He's very nice, but OF course.
se isn't bit like you--not smart or
snS!SSY'' nSSSoY' His eyes were very kind as
M.v looked at her.
Nobody is smart In the village, you
49," she explained with a half-sigh.
;.You see this dress-well, l was quite
,.i,ssed with It when made tt
SOusht 1t looked awfully nice-1I
thought voice trem6led-
~ sny dance my aunt might take me
III - and now--look at it"
" sSs nv rose to her feet, catching the
,i.s ~ the full white skirt and stand
~ before him, forlorn and pathetic
;s her Disappointment.
" ma ma man had forgotten his cigarette; /;
Id zone out and hung listlessly be-
s.ssn his lips as he scanned her slender
lrre.. , A., -, A..
~ frock was half a century behind the
tines: he knew-better than she did
iSst every woman in the room had been
Eushing at her; he had even smiled
Smself when he first saw her sitting
niitary on the big couch in the ball.
.sorn. but there was no smile in his
~ now as he answered kindly.
N don't know q great deal about
tveu, but If It's not the right thing, I
b her chair.
aNothing could ever make It smart"
40 aid wistfully. ANY more than
snytbins could ever make me smart
.,:is,! :ss broke s1s. off to ,uSoS,. 1oos at him am
Ssias s% 'IS.I YOU" she me-: submittedfy timidly.
mot In the least" He threw his
ind cigarette into the empty crate
md sat up with sudden energy.
AT any rate, there's no reason on
anb why you can't Dance" he said.
TITS the easiest thing In the world
Vhen you KNOW now.
The color flew to her face.
'ls It? Oh, but then don't know
Nv go wish ] did,"
BE rose to his feet; he was a tall
nan, and she felt very small and child
D. d she sat looking up at him, un-
Soscious Of the easerness in his eyes.
II Aid. Nobody will sse-and It's
4 4 . ~
She shrank back in the big chair {;
he began to say, "Oh, l couldn't but
h held out his hands to her as II It
world, and she rose to her feet.
my shoes are-oh, awful !" she said
faintly.
He laughed at that.
what does shoes matter? .
Take my hands. This is the fox -trot
I'm going to show you first, because
Us danced more than anything else
Just now; YOU walk backward first
49, So
Elizabeth's eyes were glowing; her
lips parted eagerly; in spite Of her
severely dressed hair and dowdy fock
She looked very young and pretty az
She carefully followed every word he
aid, her little feet in their country
made shoes tripping lightly over the
smooth floor.
zone, two-one. two, three . = ."
The man looked down at her and
laughed. "Why. you're born Dancer
be said presently. "Have you really
never been taught?"
"No-never: he voice was breath
less with excitement; her eyes like stars
q she raised them to his face. "Oh,
would YOU mind II we try again?" she
ipp.aled.
"U course not-only too delighted
dc took her round the room half q
dozen times.
The next dance is sure to be fox
trot," he said. "Will you come out
INTO tho ballroom and try It with me?"
She seemed to shrink into her shell
Insanity.
"0h-I couldn't" she whispered
lnshing.
ehs couldn't explain to him what a
n0tmare that ballroom had been to
lsf with Its dozens Of mirrors and
many pairs Of amused eyes.
AZ did not press the subject.
Wel!, we'll try again in here he
aM. "1'll push the chairs and things
Nt of the way when the music begins.
Elisabeth looked at him with glow
uul eyes; the nightmare had changed
mddenly into q wonderful dream. The
!hythm OF the dance had got into her
lood; she felt a. II she could not keep
The man had hshed out another Gig
ofttts; he leisurely lit Il as he sat on
NJ arm OF ono of the big chairs.
You say you are staying in town."
b asked.
YES, with my aunt, Mrs. Mason.
~ you know herr"
Only by name"
Elizabeth laughed nervously.
II think she's sorry she asked me
Dw-l don't think she ever thought
! !hould be ''' like I am"
Inc man did not answer, and Eliz-
hosth looked at him shyly.
bhe felt that she could never be
mmciently grateful to him for his
niendliness; it was as II she had fallen
mo slough Of despond from which
1s could never have arisen but for
n1 helping hand; she thought he was
ins most wonderful man in the world.
she was sure she had never seen any
cody so good looking.
ne turned suddenly, as II conscious
f her gaze.
And you are-a Miss Mason?" he
asked.
r. .oh, no! Ny name Is Elizabeth
I.onyers----" She hesitated, flushing
sayly. Would will you tell me
Jour name?"
.. certainly. My name Is Royston-
vh!' She had expected something
NUN more arlstocratic and splendid,
caa yet now she had heard what it was
Memed to suit him admirably.
Il like the name Pat" she said. 81
'ugs mad an Irish terrier called Pat"
me man roared with laughter, a very
sIsuected, boyish sort of laugh, In
i NnCn, after nernle ed M oment Eli.