The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-12-13
CHAPTER ". Tho SnnD nP SOr1~S

The Song of Songs. The admiration of the men filled
 Jac's heart; the trouble in the more
 covert stares of the girls overhowed
 it. A sense of power flooded in her
 like electricity. She knew that when
 she turned and dropped her hand on
 the arm of Carrigan it sent jingle through him.
 Her smile was casual and her eyes calm. Her whisper was surcharged with a vital anxiety. Do you dance-we1l?'' Regular fairy 'grinned Carrigan, and she wished his mouth was not so broad.
 How about you?'' Not so bad.'' Let's start"
 Dancers are not made even by in- finite pains and lessons. They are 1 born, and Jac was a born dancer. With the smooth floor underfoot, the light slippers, the pulse and urge of
 the music, however crude, the new
 born sense of dignity and womanly
 power, she became an artist. She
 danced not to the music, but to what the music might have been. Through the film of pleasure she vaguely knew that people were giv- ing way little before her. She knew the eyes of the men were upon her face and the sway of the graceful one pair more bright and devouring
 than all the rest. It was Maurie Cor don.
 He was dancing with a little golden
 haired beauty, Dolly Maxwell. She let her eyes rest carelessly upon him. She smiled. Handsome Maurte start ed as though some one had stepped on his foot. He stumbled-he lost his step-his little partner drowned up
 at him and then flashed a look of utter hate toward Jac. A girl may guess at the heart of a man, but she can
 absolutely read the soul of another  | less which tells a thousand words in a single smile; a glance is a spark driven by ten thousand volts. The heart of JacqueIne swe1led with the Do something!" she murmured fin the ear of Carrigan. He met her eyes with a cold under standing.
 , ''Yeu'ye just seen Maurie eordon7' You're dancing wonderfully" she pleaded, but do something new Do you know the Carrigan cut?'' 'I'l1 try it.''
 "It's a cross between glide, g. dip | and a roll. Take three short steps 1 then take long. draggy slide to the | left-and let yourself go.' 1 The trombine started an upward | flourish. They followed 1t. running 1 forward. She began the draggy steE 1 to the left-and then let herself go
 How it was done. the could not tell 1 but somehow he took her weight IT | the middle of the step and they com. l pleted a little dipping whirl as grace | ful as the lit of a seaguu against g | fury of wind.
 A gasp of applause broke out | around them. The dancers veerec 1 further off to allow room for these l beautiful new meneuvers. And Jac- queline, dizzy with the joy or con- l quest, saw the set, white face of Dolly 1 Maxwell It was the golden drop o1 l music stopped. but the rhythm still ran in her mood. Carrigan's rather cold1y curious l stare sobered her. 1 Whats the matter?" he asked. 'I see a freclle comin' out to IooS 1 the landscape over. Sorry you a1nn l got that powder-puff with you" 1T have it, all right | ''I didn't know you had pockets in | that dress.''
 Its my corsa sage.'' Your which % Look at that funny trombone | player He turned to stare at the | shiny bald head. and when he looked i back she had just slipped something | into the bosom of her dress. Al l traces of the freckle were gone. She | flushed a little under his eyes of in. | quiry.
 Then very anxt tously: fTs it gone 9 | Its behind a coud, anyway saic | Carrigan. Heres AGaurie Gordon"
 The big cowpuncher came up earn l est-eyed.
 l ''If you're not hooked up for thf< | next waltz" he began He stopped with a widening stare | She had glanced carelessly over hin | from head to foot. and now turned
 her back on him to take the arm o.
 1 Carr gan. The movement was slow | deliberate, casuel. It left big Naurft
 Gordon crimson and breathing nara
 the butt of open laughter from all
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