The Ocala evening star., 1922-02-03


"Shootin' stars luck, amt II, GillyT,
"Dunnov'
She nestled deeper into her cushion,
one arm flung high in a semicircle
about her head and her lids so low
over her eyes that she might have
been q sleeping Adriana.
Drip-Drip-p! They noated silently,
In rustic Of moving waters.
A smile trembled across Miss Fink's
lips and she opened them SO that her
voice came softly. softly:
Sweet and low, sweet and low.
Wind Of the western sea-e;
Blow, blow, breeZes blow,
Wind of the western sea-e-e-e|
The Beach hotel cleaned yellow
from every window as If 1t were pos
ing for q picture postcard or where
o-spend-your-vacation pamphlet.
The dining room was cleared Of its
aisle-forming tables and its floor pol
ished to a mirror. At the far end Of
the room a clock pricked out In blue
and white electric bulbs glowed
against a blue and white cheesecloth
background.
Tropical palms, with skilfully dyed
fronds and twined half way up with
brown cotton moss, huddled In a little
jungle around the piano and violin
accompaniment. Straight around the
desert Of room, chairs, backs to wall
and legs touching, awaited action as
a stage library setting, discovered at
the rise of curtain, awaits the en-
trance Of the French maid in her four
dollar silk stockings to tickle the fur
niture and the audience with a tiny
feather duster and timer French ac-
cent.
After a while the scratching of a
violin for Its note and the one finger
tum-m-m-tumm m-m on the piano; the
light blather Of voices rising to swell.
Unstylish women In shotted silk
dresses with waist lines and decent
width skirts and bodices cut high over
bosoms that would have quivered un-
der baroness. The invitational rhythm
Of waltz music and pink-haired violin
list swaying In the palm jungle. A
couple glided out into the sahara Of
polished floor, another and yet an
other.
Presently a bobbing throng, the
women flushed with their primal love
Of the dance, the men In fast whiting
collars and out of step. Mr.. Proxies
inserted a third handkerchief, bib
fashion, inside his fainting collar and
took Miss Fink in an antiQuated en-
brace of the waltz.
"Whew!"
"For the new grand master you amt
doing bad, Proksey-you've taken
every mans wife Of 'em around, amt
yeu?"
Mr.. Proxies mopre ed at his face with
a fourth handkerchief and writhed In
his evening clothes as IL he would fly
their broadcloth.
Eyes, but It's almost over. The
eleven o'clock song and the passing
Of the loving cup, and then I'm ready,
sister, for what been waitin' fer all
evening-gusssI
Can't"
"The prettiest and sweetest little
girl in the crowd and a little gray col
ored canoe. II don't like 1t a bit, your
dancin' around here with all those
other fellows-you just wait till I'm
off duty"
what / think of these guys!"
II amt much on dancing myself,
little sister, but I'm game-but watch
me after the eleven o'clock song puts
me off duty and I've started the lovin'
cup aroundl You and me, sister, and
the little gray shell. Ready now. one
-two-three-ready-now-go"
Miss Fink pirouetted skilfully
around Mr.. Proxies heavy-footed am
BILE, q wood nymph matching her
dainty pace to her favorite Bruin of
the forest.
Good, Proksey-that was a swell
reverse. Say, there's n fortune for a
dancing teacher out this way"
"One-two-threei -
"Ouch! Lemme try to guide. No
now start over again; just try to
kinda keep your feet where mine amt
and you'll come out all right"
"One-two-"
"So-good-now you're all right.
| No, that was my fault. Reverse again
Ouch
II give 1t up, sister,"
"Whew!"
'It just amt right to ask a little
fairy like you to steer me around
How'd you like to go out In quiet
corner Of the veranda and cool off; its
ten minutes before the shoutin' and we
can wait out where it's quiet"
Yep, 1t Is hot In here, amt itT'
Mr.. Proxies breathed as il for lune
capacity test, inserted a fourth hand
kerchief into the limp rag Of collar and
held wide the screen door. A rush OF
air lifted his hair and dried the beads
on his brow.
Light dresses and light voices drift
ed from black corners Of the verands
and from the recesses OF rocking
chairs A chain of Japanese lanterns
stretched between two pillars, swung
and fiickered, and out above the
cedars. standing darkly with theil
crowns against the sky, lopsidec
moon with a swollen and inhamed
face, invited them.
"Whew, this is more like IL Here'i
two chairs. There ain't no use talk
. Phone 1os and get the best mea