Evening star., 1922-07-09

NO0SA4 II IL not HeCeSo4Iy "
describe E. Sanford Jamison
Well known enough he was ~
the active president of one OF
New York's larger public service COR
porations. He is one Of the men who
are said to think in millions while
other men are thinking in hundreds.
Still young, he wears a bow tie
blithely, plays enough polo and ten
mis-. and does enough motorboating
home and down the sound to be brown
and fit and have a waist line not yet
conspicuously convex. He may be
forty-five, but that Is no reason why
lass Of twenty-three and win her if
he can.
She was Dolly Cavour, claiming.
they say descent from the Emperor
Frederick Barbarossa. Anyway, she
had red hair. called lovely by every
one, and, all in all. was q particularly
fresh. complete and wholesome per-
sonality. No one could gainsay 1t
who ever saw her come in for hunt
breakfast after a ride over the west
downs Of an autumn morning. And
E. Sanford Jamison. who could say no
with all the tart finality of the two-fist-
ed e-American Napoleon of business.
could never have said no to her.
They used to say at the country
club that she was marked to say yes
to him. He not only had force, but
also finesse. He was not only q
sledgehammer man. he was also the
possessor Of that valuable thing
known as a fine Italian hand. Every
now and then there Is a business man
who thinks at times in terms OF fine.
high intrigue The Jamisons have a
long tradition of gentlemanly man
ners and fat wills. They still stand
we'll after a century of American life
upon the social top step, and they are
cagy.
Somehow IL never was suggested to
Sanford TO pe cagy with Doily. the
thing came to him as an utter
surprise.
HOUSE party at the Bevans'. Gay
dinner Flash Of diamonds. white
nscks. white shirt fronts.
Music on the terrace. where the
lined with cedars towering like cy-
press trees in an old Roman garden.
The moon. The mist over the low
sea. A whiff Of delicate perfume. and
Dolly by his side, with the garden
path gravel crunching sweetly under
her silver slippers.
He threw his cigarette into the
lovely pool where it Kissed as II
dropped into the image of her white
silk. her white neck and arms. the
white aura about her lovely red hair.
Well" said he with sigh. and
walked around the concrete curb OF
the water garden to stand above her
He appeared to have reached de-
cision.
Hello. San." she said in cheerful
friendly way.
Romance" he said.
She looked into the face OF the
moon and he thought he saw tender"
ness in her eyes.
"ouit looking at him and look at
me-" he said.
"of course" she replied in low
tone. "Of the two. you are the pet
ter looking man."
And the moon Is defunct.
She did not laugh nor move when
he bent down and kissed her. Be-
cause she remained so silent and mo-
tionless. he wondered
You were not offended?
well. I rather save my kisses. she
answered Not that I havent-out
now / rather, save them for the man
I'm going to marry"
You are going to marry me. ne
said, and no one could have toio
whether he asked 4 question or had
passed sentence on her.
No, San, my dear fellow. she SAID.
taking both his hands and pulling
herself up to her feet, I'm not going
to marry you. In many ways I wish !
were. You are a pretty good oache-
lor, as bachelors so. There are not
many who play on an international
polo team while they are still In col
lege and then 60 downtown In New
York and do what you have done
while you are still young. The Ca
YOURS are rather proud of their an
cestry, but yours is as good.
'And-'
st was going on to say that you
also have restraint in what you drink
and do not think disproportionateiy
of the other sex. 1t Is good to md
that in you, San, but don't tell any
body I said so. because In these days
/ should be thought a prude."
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rAMISON, who was used to exercis-
J ing power of personality on boards
of directors. was nonplussed. He felt
himself q little torpedoed and sinking
by the bows. Dolly Cavour was talk
ing on in her skilled. diverting way
while the bats swept like evil omens
across the moon and the orchestra
became a little plaintive and wistful
in 4 pause between the jangles of the
jass. The great E. Sanford Jamison
felt that If he was not entitled to
triumph he was At least entitled to a
tragedy. 1t was not to be turned
into q mere light tete-a-tete. He
took her soft wrist.
DO you understand" he asked.
yes" she said. But. San. there's
no use-certainly not until
She looked down at the water lilies,
pale as the light Illuminating their
half-closed petals.
Somebody else?
Dolly was nervous now. She felt
along the outstretched hand OF a
towering shrub heavy with the scent
of blooms. and broke 1t of as If to
divert any possible cruelty from her
old friend to some less sensitive
thing.