Evening star., 1922-09-17

and Harold the Hasty. Not meaning,
you understand, that those were the
names they signed up on our guest
book. In fact, this collar ad youth
with the shifty brown eyes and the
wavy pompadour wasn't strong for
giving us his autograph at all.
"Oh. just put down H. Hayden and
Miss Wickes, Boston" says he. with
a careless wave of highly manicured
hand.
IF you don't mind says |. I'm
going to ask you to do your own reg
istering, Mr.. Hayden" And 1 pushed
the pen toward him.
oh. Well" says he. Struggling his
shoulders. annoyed Il suppose we
may have dinner"
fright away" says l. And rooms?
"Why-er-well see about that
later" says he.
At which / saw Inez blink twice at
me from the other side of the room
and gathered that she was working
up suspicious. \ moment later. as
il. Hayden stepped out to boss Dunk
fded her thoughts in a 'hoarse whis-
per.
Il bet you them two are elopin,' "
says Inez.
Possibly" says l. We've had al
most every variety of couples except
runaways. and 1 should say they're
about due
tp'f fll in
clippers. are you, Trilby May" pro-
tests Inez.
why not?" says /. Il don't know
IL officially; and even SO, why should
] step in and discourage matrimony?"
But maybe" she starts to sug-
Eest.
oh, let's not bother about anything
No harm in their eating fried chicken
together. is there?"
X
co / went out to how Mr.. Hayden
- where he could park the spiffy
roadster 1t was then I noticed that
the girl was doing the driving, and
hat it was her initials, not his, which
decorated the door panel. Iii say she
rolled rather a mean steering wheel,
too. as she swung the machine around
and backed into the vacant carriage
shed between a horse rake and a hay
tedder. She did it snappy and i'm
petuous. with the cut-out open and
lots of gas on. just grazing the things
on either side and stopping with the
spares on the rear almost touching
the back wall. Then she hoped
graceful over the front fender and
came swinging toward us with a
morocco jewel case In one hand and
a leather coat hung on the other arm.
How about it. Harold?" she asked.
Everything all right?'
"Of course, Betty" says he. Got
to prime up for the eats?"
"Oh, what's the use?" says she.
I'm a sight. anyway. after that run.
Say, did hit it up some; eh, Harold
old dear? III bet dad gets speed
New Hampshire. I simply adore driv-
ing like that. though"
Cant say I'm crazy about it," says
Harold. Three times you nearly
crashed US. But we skinned through
somehow, so let's eat and forget it,"
You are a perfect dear, Harold
says Betty, stepping in and pecking
him impulsive on the cheek, not even
noticing that 1 was present.
No use trying to describe this Betty
person. She's a fiapper plus. You
know-curly bobbed hair. high voltage
eyes. pouting lips and a restless dis
position. She seems to be as full of
pep as an Airedale pup, and the safety
valve doesn't appear to be working.
She might be seventeen and she might
be twenty-five. It's hard to Judge
these days. when they come home
from their first year at boarding
school wearing jade danglers in their
ears and show daddy how to shake a
Glover Club that has real kick In IT.
Anyway, she's a fully developed young
female, if you don't make any tests
above the beads, and even II she does
breathe through her mouth that only
gives you glimpses of a perfect dental
display that's supposed to add charm
of it's own. couldn't blame Harold
ssr gazing at her admiringly.