The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1922-03-21

across the dance floor idly, her
thoughts on Keith Gilbert-wondering
what new diversion he would have to
offer her on the morrow. His devo-'
ton made a satisfactory background
for her thoughts Then suddenly, she
gripped her hands till the nails cut
her delicate, scented flesh.
Keith Gilbert was setting just across
the floor from her, his eyes intently
fixed on his companion. The girl
turned her head, running slim hand
up through her black, bobbed hair.
Sally leaned back, her throat con-
tracing. The girl to whom he was
devoting himself was Pats Loring.
Unreasoning anger swept over Sally.
Keith Gilbert had never told her that
he did not go out with other women
when she could not be with him; in
fact, there had been SO few evenings
when they were not together that
those few had not been worth men
tioning. and he had always contrived
to let her know where he was. How
dared he go out with Pats, who had
tried SO hard to get him. and would
feel that this was a distinct victory?
They began to dance, Sally, flinching,
watched Pats arm slip around his
neck. saw her fluffy hair brush against
his lips, and watched him smile when
the girl tilted her head back and
laughted up at him.
They would see her-see her with
these quietly dressed people, and Pats
would be amused. She would laugh
at the thought of Sallys being wall
flower, sitting on the side lines with
sweet, staid Barbara and good hearted
Andy and his stolid business assocl-
ate, while she carried off the prize.
want to dancer" Sally turned at
the sound of a pleasant voice and
found that Neal Calhoun was standEg
beside her chair. This music is too
good to waste"
Sally hestated, imperceptibly: could
she let the maliciously gleeful Pats
see her make a fool of herself with
this man who probably couldn't dance
at all? She glanced up at him and
made swift decision. After all, she
knew that Keith had wanted to spend
the evening with her; why flatter
Pats by being jealous of her?
1t took but moment to show her
one of her mistakes. Neal Calhoun
could dance, and dance remarkably
well. He laughed at the surprise that
opened her eyes wide as he dropped
INTO curious, SnuIIilnS Slep lHdL dI-
most caught her mapping.
Thought ! was pure boob because
| come out of the West, didn't your
he laughed. "Or wasn't | worth your
thinking about?"
Even as she answered him Sally
was making vow never to judge a
person so lightly again.
You haven't had any eyes for me
oil
you had. | think l might have held
your interest for a moment or two
What was it-somebody-"
"Hlo, Sally Pats voice called
lightly as she danced past, and Cal
houns quick eyes caught the flush
that stained Sally's cheeks as she
nodded to the girl and to Gilbert.
why, that's funny-do you know
he broke off short, staring after them
Sally looked up wonderingly.
DO | know them" she finished fol
him. Eyes, of course; they're both
great friends of mine
Both" He repeated incredulously
do you mean that that man"
There was a moments heavy, sig
nificant silence, as he stared down al
her and she, puzzled, met his eyes un
flinchingly. Then Calhoun broke it
saying:
Sorry | startled you; that chape
looks so much like man whom yol
couldn't possibly know that | made
the mistake of thinking it was he"
'Yes?" Sally's voice was silky. "Ant
thie mo NJ IL, he