Evening star., 1922-07-16
A Bull in a China Shop

the art museum while l was across,
he explained. IT became interested.
and now l often drop In here
Mans mother would have been
scandalized, but the peachblow glow
stayed in Mans cheeks all that after
noon
"Oh. you Nan. A pickup" cried
Mae the very next noon. I'D never
have thought 1t. What's his name.
and what does he do:"
Nan just then would have put the
peachblow vase TO shame. If Mae
had only not been with her when she
encountered him again on fremont
street and nodded. Or, better still. II
she had only had the wit to evade
Macs inevitable demand for informa
tion. Now she was in for 1t.
Il don't know" she confessed hon
estly.
We'll, you are slow. Why didn't
you ask? He looks all right. but you
never can tell. A girl has to be care
full. Grace Sloane met a man at
dance last week and she simply raved
about him. She said he was a per-
fectly wonderful dancer and in busi-
ness with his grandfather"
Nan bit her lip. She had just been
on the point of saying that he had
said something about being in busi
ness with his grandfather.
And only yesterday she saw him
driving a street car. You take it
from. me. grille, and find out just
what his job is and what he pulls
down per week before you go very
far with him..
NAN retorted she had no idea of
~ going any distance whatever with
him Indeed. as she assured herself.
she might never even see him again.
And, of course. 1t wasn't because she
had the slightest idea that he would
be al the art museum the next Sun
day that she went there. or spent ten
minutes more than usual in front of
her mirror before going.
He was there. And she could
hardly utterly ignore him.
We haven't been introduced yet"
he began.
II wondered il you had forgotten
that" she murmured.
Il haven't" he acknowledged. Il
know il isn't done. Mister Nobody
can introduce Mister Anybody to a
girl, and then it's all right But I
don't know a soul you know. un-
icss-uniess. she'll do
Mans eyes revealing her surprise.
followed the wave OF his hand and
n,e. :he glance OF q statue Of Minerva,
sy!rS them with cold and impeccable
d:sni,y.
Miss Minerva" he explained, has
permanently lost her voice as result
OF standing around in drafts in-in
that rig. But as a mutual acQuaint- |
snce OF US both she begs permission
TO present Mr.. Taylor To
He paused his eyes pleading that |
she would not fail him. And-well
the modern business woman must |
learn TO judge character for herself.
Miss wrenn," she supplied.
Now it Is possible that the hot
wave that ushered in July would have
made the Art Museum and the Public
Library less attractive to Nan, any
way This was the first summer she
had worked. and the book had en-
requisite of the modern business |
woman. This being so. she saw no |
reason why. with all outdoors calling |
her Of Saturday afternoon or Sun |
day. she shouldn't go to Riverside for |
or to Nantasket for a swim |
when Sky Taylor suggested such |
trips. as he inevitably did, especially
as she always paid her own share.
that. as the book had informed her. |
being the modern business woman's |
way.
She learned that his grandfather
handled real estate and such things. |
and had an office in the Ames build
ing. and that he had a sister, who |
was visiting friends at the seashore.
Beyond that she never questioned.
But such meager details failed to |
satisfy Mae.
Yeah" she scoffed. THE Ames
building is fulf of Offices. Which one:
And as for that sister business. how |
do you know that she isn't waiting |
on table at a summer hotel some |
where:'
II don't see what difference it
makes If she is
WELL" remarked Mae. II hope you |
wake up before the wedding bells |
ring"
Nan flushed.
IT don't see why a man and girl |
can't be just good friends"
Friends! I suppose he's always |
popping up around lunch time be- |
cause you're a first aid to digestion"
II pay my own check. And I don't
see why it's anybody's business-"
Believe me. you've got lot to |
learn. One thing Is that man who'll
let a girl pay her own check is
piker."
That's nonsense"
And another is that if you think
he can hang around the employees
entrance like a lost dog looking for
it's master without everybody sitting
up and taking notice, you've got an
other guess coming. There's talk al
ready. and there'n be more before
you're through"
TN which Mae spoke as prophet
more of a prophet. indeed, than she
realized. That very night. being what
she described as an "on night,
meaning that there was no masculine
sails on her horizon, she retired to
her room, attired herself in peignoir
and bed cap and proceeded with the
perusal of her favorite publication.
This was a weekly devoted to highly
spiced gossip about people moving in
circles to which Mae in her dreams