Americus times-recorder. [volume] (Americus, Ga.) 1891-current, 1922-06-09


Monsieur Georges-as l live"
Garrick grasped the hand of a
thick-set, erect, very dark French
man with black, pointed mustache.
He had been standing just at the
head of the stairs.
"Ah-h! cit is Monsieur the Ad-
miralw The Frenchman grinned
pleasantly, displaying rows of splen-
did teeth. Indeed he seemed in fine
| trim.
! Befort them opened little aTcove
ret option room. Garrick a4c ID N
into it, followed by Georges, and in
troduced Dick.
You must know Monsieur, Dick,
who made the old Chateau oRuge up
by Tarrytown SO wonderful in the
old days?"
Georges motioned them to a little
table, clapped his hands sharply and
a waiter appeared on rubber heels,
took an order and they settled them
selves. Now for the mystery of the
dancing men," whispered Garrick to
DICK just as Georges turned. There
was just shade Of contempt in
Garrick's tone Of railllery. At a
glance ne had taken an estimate of
the character of the place.
For ten or fifteen minutes Gar
rick reminisced of the old days be-
fore and during the war. Gradually
Dick pieced together the drama of
the present.
IL seemed that a group of rapid
young people, many of them his own
acquaintance, had started what
they called the Fifty Club" There
mad been split of some kind. re.
ducing the stalwarts down to
twenty. The twenty had tried TO
go 1t alone. But it had been too
much for their allowances. It had
been bit too exclusive.
Now it was really a private club
run by Nj. Georges who had catered
to the elite. of generation at the
Chaseau Rouge. Most of the twenty
had stuck, and enough of the Sc
Iected elect admitted by card kept
the Inner Circle. going.
The long, wide high-ceilinged par
lor of the old house had been re-
modelled into dining room with a
beautiful dance floor. Outside they
could hear the plaintive rhyth
could hear the plaintive rhythmic
orchestra of three performers.
AS nearly as Garrik could make it
out, M. Georges was making an ex-
cellent ting out of the revolt
against reform.
In lull of the conversation and
above the soft Hawaiian strains
floated new voices from a table out
side.
"Well, Glenn, here we are, alone
for once"
Dick peered cautiously ont through
slightly parted porteres and nodded
to Guy. 1t was Vira.
at does seem good, doesn't it?"
she was saying "No Rae, no Ruth,
no rumpus. Let's have no worry.
Youste been looking nervous, lately"
"Vira, you're great tonight! That
| violet tweed is slick. If | stole a
kiss would you register anger? ?
That's the word they use, isn't it?
| Register?" Glenn chuckled content
ly as they toyed with thin-stemmed
glasses. It's mighty fine of you,
Vira, to notice that | haven't been
looking quite right. | didn't think
you cared any more for me than fol
the rest of them. To tell the truth
| am worried but | can't tell
anyone"
81 don't believe it's over exams.
You don't seem to be carrying your
Horace or calculus around in your
pocket. You're not in love, are you,
GLENN" Vira gave him a look that
would have thrilled the audience of
any movie palace from coast to
coast.
Glenn reached over, took her hand
passed his foot under the table and
laid it gently over her dainty ankle
Honest to God, Vira, love your
| Then he added ferevently, Il want to
get you in my racer, soon, and wei
motor out to some nice quiet spot
like Canoe Place used to be
and I'm going to tell you all about it.
Will you let me tell you . how
much love you?"
Dear boy, Pm just dying to go on
that ride with you" Her eyes were
sparkling like dew drops on a green
leaf in the morning sun. Vira knew
1t, meant them to sparkle. At a
lower level she would have reasoned,
now could one get over dramatic mo-
ments on the screen unless one lived
them? AS it was she merely felt.
| Make it tomorrow, Vira." Glenn
took her hands and toyed with the
Iring finger on the left hand.
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