The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1922-06-15

couple Slided out into the sahara of
polished floor, another and yet IAN
other.
Presently a bobbing throng, the
women flushed with their primal love
of the dance, the men in fast willing
collars and out of step. Mr.. Proxies
inserted Il third handkerchief. bib
fashion, inside his fainting collar and
took Miss Fink in an antiquated EN-
brace of the waltz.
"Whewm
For the new grand master you amt
doing bad, Proksey-you've taken
| every mans wife of 'em around, amt
your
Mr.. Proxies mOpped at his face with
fourth handkerchief and writhed in
| his evening clothes as if he would fly
their broadcloth.
eyes, but it's almost over. The
| eleven o'clock song and the passing
of the loving cup and then Pm ready,
i sister, for what l been waitin' for all
evening-guess !"
Can't"
1.-THE prettiest and sweetest little
| girl in the crowd and little gray col
ored canoe. II don't like it bit, your
dancin' around here with all those
other fellOws-you just wait till I'm
| off duty"
what l think of these guys!"
Il amt much on dancing myself,
little sister, but I'm game-but watch
me after the eleven o'clock song puts
me off duty and I've started the lovin'
cup around! You and me, sister, and
the little gray shell. Ready now, one
Observation-Disclosures
Miss Fink pirouetted skilfully
around Mr.. Proxies heavy-footed am
BILE, a wood nymph matching her
dainty pace to her favorite Bruin Of
| the forest.
Good, Proksey-that was a swell
reverse. Say, there's a fortune for a
dancing teacher out this way"
"One-two-three"
"Ouch! Lemme try to guide. No,
now start over again; just try to
kinda keep your feet where mine amt
"One-two-"
-good-now you're all right
| No, that was my fault. Reverse again
-Ouch!"
IL give it up, sister,"
"Whew!"
ut just amt right to ask little
fairy like you to steer me around
How'd you like to go out in a quiet
corner of the veranda and cool off it's
ten minutes before the shOutin' and we
can wait out where it's quiet"
yep, it is hot in here. amt it?"
Mr.. Proxies breathed as if for lung
capacity test, inserted a fourth hand
kerchief into the limp rag of collar and
| held wide the screen door. A rush of
air lifted his hair and dried the beads
on his brow.
Light dresses and light voices drift.
ed from black corners of the veranda
and from the recesses of rocking
chairs. A chain of Japanese lanterns
stretched between two pillars, swung
and flickered, and out above the
cedars, standing darkly with their
crowns against the sky, a lopsided
moon with swollen and inf1amed
! face, invited them.
"Whew, this is more like it! Here's
two chairs. There amt no use talk
| ing, I'm more at home on an ice field
than dance floor. 1 just amt got
the knack. My, but you do look pref
ty tonight, Miss Fink"
"Aw!"
Here, fasten this buttonhole rose
of mine in your hair; it just matches
your cheeks. Pretty as a picture you
look, you do"
Miss Fink receded into the impress
sionistic mood of night, her pink chif-
fon scarf dropped from her shoulders
like wings.
ooh, dear!" she sighed twice, leaned
backward and let her hands fall limp
along the arms of her chair. Her signs
| trembled for moment and died.
whats the matter, little sisterT
"Nothin'"
"Well, girIie-it-it's all over but the
shoutin', amt it?'
All over. IN leaving on the 3 40
and you on the noon, amt your"
1.-THE twelve thirty" u
ITS been a swell ten days. Gee,
and thought wasn't going to like it
out here"
Il just don't know what the place
would have been without YOU Miss
Birdie. Just the life of things, you
were"
"A swell ten days it's been and
you've been fine and dandy to me, too.
But say, won't little old Moo York look
good l amt heard a honk-honk and
watch your step and step lively for
so long I'll be mistaking the Times
building for a tall pine when 1 get
home"
Heigh-ho-such is life" said Mr..
Proxies, such is life !"
"Ain't it sol"
I'VE meet and we pass on-we meet
and we pass on. Monday morning,
little sister, I'll be waking up to the
six o'clock chimes of the First Pres