The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-12-13
CHAPTER VI. The Girl From Fifth Avenue

50 long, quoted .JdS IS IHS1l lI1S Western way of saying good-by, MT. Gordon?"
 There was a serious question in her eyes. Maurie leaned back and drew
 Maybe your friend Carrigan talks that way, an I've heard some others say the same thing, but it alnt con- sidered partic'lar choice Mosl "
 "Oh, thought it was rather queer, but then MT. Carrigan is'-she ways!"
 It was plain that she considered him differ ent. The music began. They danced: The rather difident arm of big Maurice gathered strength and confidence.
 You sure c'n throw your feet!'' he burst out at length.
 You ain't travelin' very far be- hind" said Jae amiabiy: ably
 She felt Maurie start She knew with a growing coldness of heart that he was staring down at her face with question. With great effort she made her eyes rise and rest art lessly upon his. She was hunting her book ocabuIary desperately.
 I've picked that up from the Western vernacular,' MT. Gordon. Does it sound natura1?''
 ''It sure does"
 The doubt was gone from his face. The triumph reinforced her smile. Dolly Maxwell sailed by in the arms of Carrigan. They were dancing beautifully.
 anxiety. What was the funny step you done with CaTrigan?"
 'SThat was the Silvestre Slide. as they &oS.@ call it in New York"
 1T invented it and it was picked up all along Fifth Avenue. You've no idea how quickly things spread in New York. They named it after me-"
 In his awe he almost lost step. She enjoyed his consternation for a mo- ment and then in pity spoke: Shall we try it?"
 "D'you really think could get away with it?"
 Get away with it. Mir. Gordon?"
 s'I mean. d'you think I could be taught?''
 "Oh, yes. It's this way. It's a cinch. as you say out here In the
 They started the maneuver. but Gordon was afflicted with stage fright. He blundered miserably. A snfcker sounded about them. and de- Jacqueline, for Carrigan and Dolly Maxwell had just executed the step perfectly. She set her teeth and drove ahead.
 MT. Gordon. have you lived all your life in the West?"
 "Ylep. Every day of ft!"
 She sighed.
 Then: '"That is why you are so diff ferent. In the East the boys are SO well, so artificial"
 Huh ?'' said Maurie vaguely. 'fThat
 ''But you are like your own Wild West; with a heart as big as your mountain-desert and as open as your skiesi'
 The arm of Maurie frightened. She felt his breath coming quickly against her hair, and she thought of the spill ed coffee and the "damnation' of was sweet indeed.
 What makes you so unusual. Mr. Gordon?"
 once, twice her lips stirred before
 Its a hard life on thle range. tH takes 8 strong man to get by"
 f'You look strong. MT. Gordon
 Laughter makes the voice purr, and JalcqueZ Z1e. He stiffened, throwing his should CTS back.
 "In pinch I've done a mans work" he said modestly.
 i've heard about men who can take a steer by the horns and wrestfe until they throw the big animal-but I suppose that it just Western jok- ing?" :. of thr rowin' a steer.''
 "Oh! And aren't you afraid of-of their nasty horns?" She stammered with admiration and wonder
 Throwin' a steer ain't much-ror a man like me. You see, got the size for 1t. A feller needs weight on the range.'
 'fBut some of these cowpunchers seem quite slender Yep. But they don't count much for a real mans work. Take Carri- gan. over there. I guess he's pretty fair sort when it comes to gettfn' around, but he ain't got the weight. I guess he weighs about twenty pounds less Il do-" Do you kow that I feel-but you would think me foolish if I said it!'' "Lady-Miss-Miss Silvertre. you c'n lay ten to one I won't think any, thing you say Is fooish!' well, then feel as if you are the only real man have ever known" ''Honest?" said the deep, quivering voice.
 "Yes The rest I cannot under stand. Fl stiffle among thern!''
 You ain't stringin' me along? What other men say are merely words But such a man as you are, speaks from the heart I know! ] could believe you!'
 Miss Silvestre- Isn't it usual in the West to be called by first names 2" There was sound of choking. Her wide wondering eyes raised to him. "Or is it wrong, MT. Gordon2 To be called by ones given name names l to me-freedomr' 1 My names Maurfe. 1 The hoarseness of his voice was | the music of the spheres. 1 And mine is Jacqueline." 'Its a wonderful name! r "Say it'' "Jacquelinei" She looked Up with childish curios- | ity.
 | "I have never heard it spoken that | way before. It seemS-t seems to me free-like your own wild vest" 'zAin't you been free ?' Her head fell. Her left hand | pressed his in her effort to keep back | the bubbling laughter. He returned 1 the grip with a mighty interest. 'I have lived all my life in con- venti''
 He started. | "I thought you was hangin' out I along Fifth Avenue