The Glenwood post., 1922-01-26
Mr.. MOTLEY
BY NINA RAMSAY.

y BY NINA RAMSAY. II
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MY Dear Miss Landers-You will
no doubt think me very bold for ad-
dressing you without an introduction,
out assure you l am absolutely in
earnest. l have seen you many times
In the neighbOrhoOd of your college.
and my sincere admiration has at last
overcome discretion. Can you-will
yop-meet Inc at the Plaza hotel next
Friday evening, for dinner? 1 will
wear white carnation, and, II you
wish, my mother can accompany u.s.
please find 1t in your heart to do
this, Miss Landers, and my everlast-
Ing gratitude and devotion will be
yours.
Most sincerely, your friend,
GEORGE SHOTOVER."
A short silence followed the dra-
matte reading of this curious letter,
then shrill chorus Of excited feminine
voices rent the air:
mate and bosom friend, 'how per-
fectly thr-illing!"
My dear, don't you imagine he'll he
a poet or something?" "Or maybe in
the movies" 81 wonder if he knows
any more nice menY' Kate, you will
keep the date, won't you, dearY'
Kate spoke for the first time. I'm
not so-sure," she said, thoughtfully.
"Katherine Evangeline Landers !"
protested four angry young voices,
"Why not?'
"Kate!' Indignantly, lust what is
the matter with that lovely letter."
swell, If you must know, 1t sounds
fishy to me-too good to be true. All.
ha, Billy Williams, what are you snig-
gering at-are you alias Mr.. George
ShOtOver?"
day night and watch the fun, kids.
I've changed my mind" said Kate.
snow what" inquired rueful Billy,
after she had gone, "do you suppose
she meant by that?"
A few minutes later Kate's SLIM.
boyish figure could be seen hurrying
down Everett street. At the corner
drug store she stopped uncertainty.
then turned and walked boldly, In and
up to the telephone booth.
"Maln, 900. please. Hello. may I
speak with Mr.. Motley. oh, is this
you speaking, Hugh7 This is Kate.
No, no. not that. merely wanted to
ask you to help me out Of scrape.
Oh, Hugh, thanks, Just oodles-"
Friday evening arrived at last. The
luxurious dining-room of the Plaza
sparkled In the glow Of softly shaded
lights, and the subdued laughter of a
pleasure-seeking clientele. In one cor
ner group Of four trinity clad girls
seemed in the best of spirits. Dinner
was progressing leisurely and con-
tinuous flow Of small talk covered
their eager surveillance of the scene.
Kate Is pretty sharp" suggested
Billy. "What If she suspects that we
wrote the letter-great guns, kids,
don't you hope she comes?"
. "Methinks she will look in vain for
the white carnation," Uttered another.
"Ah-h!" cried Billy, rapturously, ire
venge will be sweet. Oh. mercy, here
she comes nUwl"
Sure enough, stately and non-
chalant Kate sauntered easily beyond
them to a small table next the wall
which had evidently been reserved.
'The plot thickens." muttered Wag
in \ stage whisper.
A man approached Kate's table, and
not one of the astounded girls was 50
astounded that she failed to notice the
sureness Of his step or the way women
on all sides turned to watch his pow
erful figure as he bowed courteously.
almost too formally, over Kate's ex-
tended hand. But the eyes Of all four
girls were riveted on single white
carnation in the coat lapel Of the
handsome stranger.
In fascinated silence they watched
the tableau before them. The man
seated himself opposite Kate and i'm
mediately there ensued a conversation
so engrossing that an obsequious wait
er nearly coughed himself hoarse try
ing to attract their attention. Kate
smiled and dimpled bewitchingly and
the mans absorption increased by
leaps md bounds even to the agonized
eyes of tile girls nearby.
"Help!" mOaned Billy family. Lets
get out of this. don't quite know
what the matter isl think I've been
bewitched."
Silence being the easiest means Of
consent four very sheepish-looking
girls stealthily gathered up their
wraps and were about to slip silently
away when waiter touched Billy IN
the arm.
From the gen'lman, miss"
Billy automatically stretched out her
hand to receive single white carna-
tion, attached to card. The girls
crowded close to read In stony ST.
lence:
ITO Miss Billy and her pals, with
the sincere compliments of Hugh Mot