The Holbrook news., 1922-10-27
CHAPTER lx-Continued.

From far away the drone of the call CT sounded in voice familiar, and Fairchild looked up to see the narrow eyed, scared face of Squint Rodaine. who was officiating at the wheel. He lost interest in the game; lackadais- ically he placed the buttons on their squares as the numbers were shouted, finally to brush them all aside and de sert the game. His hatred of the Ro- daines had grown to a point where he could enjoy nothing with which they were connected. where he de spised everything with which they had the remotest affiliation-excepting of course, one person. And as he rose, Fairchild saw that she was just enter Ing the dance hall.
 Only a moment he hesitated. Mau- rice ROdaine, attired in mauve frock suit and the inevitable accompanying beaver, had stopped to talk to some one at the door. She stood alone, look ing about the hall. laughing and nod ding-and then she looked at him Fairchild did not wait.
 From the platform al the end of the big room the fiddles had begun to squeak. and the caller was shouting his announcements. Couples began to line up on the floor. The callers voice grew louder:
 -One mere couple--then the dance starts. One more couple, lady an q gent! One more"
 ''PIease" Robert Fairchild had reached her and was holding forth his hand. She looked up in half surprise, then demurred.
 But don't know these old dances"
 Neither do Tor any other, for thai matter,"s he confessed with sudden boldness. But does that make any difference? Piease!"
 She glanced quickly toward the door. Maurice ROdaine was still talk ing. and Fairchild saw little gleam come into her eyes-the gleam that shows when woman decides to make some one pay for rudeness.
 Fairchild's hand was still extended Again Anita Richmond glanced toward the door, chucLled to herself while Fairchild watched the dimples that the merriment caused. and then-Fairchild forgot the fact that he was wearing hobnalled shoes and that his clothes were worn and old. He was going forward to take his place on the dance floor. and she was beside him!
 Some way. as through a haze, he saw her. Some way he realized that now and then his hand touched hers. and that once. as they whirled about the room in obedience to the monarch Oa the fiddler's rostrum, his arm was about her whist, and her head touching his shoulder. It made little difference whether the dance calls were obeyed after that. Fairchild was making up for al, the years he had plodded. all the years in which nr had known noth- ing but slow, grubbing life, living them all again and rightly. in the few swift moments of dance.
 The music ended. and laughing they returned tc the side of the hall. Out of the haze he heard words. and knew indistinctly that they were his own:
 'WilI-wilI you dance with me again ronightt''
 Selfish ." she chided.
 But will you?"
 For just moment her eyes grew serious
 Did you ever realize that we've never been intrOducedT
 Fairchild was finding more conversa- ton than he ever had believed pos sibIe.
 } "No-but realize that I don't care If youll forgive 1t. I-believe that I'm a gentleman"
 50 do Tor I wouldn't have danced with you"
 Then please"
 Pardon me" She had laid a hand on his arm for just a moment, then hurried away. Fairchild saw that she was approaching young ROdaine, scowling fin the background. That per son shot an angry remark at her as she approached and followed it with streaming sentences. Fairchild knew tue reason. Jealousy Couples, re- tur,jng frew tse dance floor. jostled