The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1922-07-31

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OH She's got. wye about. 'er And
| I'll bet she's going with Maurice TO-
dainel OH She's got wye about
err sa
"oh, shut upi~ growled FairchiId.
but he grinned In schoolbcy fashion
MS he said Il. Harry poured half a can
OF oil upon the bearings OF the chiv
wheel with almost loving tenderness.
shes got wye about 'erl" he
echoed Fairchild suddenly frowncd.
Just what DO you meanf That
she's In lore with Rodaine and just
"'0w should know; hut she's got
Ia wye about err
"Well," the nrm chin of the other
man grew iirmer. I'll won't be hard
10 find out !"
And the next night he started upon
his investigations Nor did he stop to
consider that social events had been
few and far between for him, that his
dancing had progressed little farther
than the simple ability 70 move his
feet Id unison to music Years of Of
fice and home. home and Office. had not
allowed Robert Fairchild the natural
advantages Of the usual young man.
But he put that aside now he was
going TO that dance. and he was going
TO stay there as long as the music
sounded. or rnther as long as the
brown eyes. brown hair and laughing
lipseof Anita Richmond were apparent
70 him. What's more, he carried out
his resolution.
Again aud again Fairchild's eyes
searched The crowds, the multic0lored,
oyerdressed costumes OF the women.
the old-fashioned affairs with which
many OF the men had nrrayed them
selves. ranging all the way from high
leather boots to frock suits and stove.
pipe beaver hats. From one face 10
another his gaze went on, then he
turned abstractediy ~ m long Ilns
OF tables, with their devotees Of keno.
and bought a paddle.
From far away the dronc OF the call.
er sounded In voice familiar. and
FairchiId looked up to see the narrow
eyed, SCARED face OF Squint Rodaine,
who was officiating at the wheel. He
lost interest In the game IackadaIs-
icaliy he placed the buttons on their
squares as the numbers were shouted,
finally 10 brush them all aside and de-
sert the gnme. His hatred of the Ro-
A0 fVn ha IN Int ahsar
he could enjoy nothing with which
they were connected, where he de-
spised everything with which they
had the remotest afiiliation--excepting.
Of course. one person. And as he rose.
Tairchild saw that she was just enter
ing the dance hall.
Only moment he hesltated. Mau-
rice Ho1aine. attired In mauve frpck
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 hint
Fairchild did not wait.
From the platform at 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 more couple the dance
starts. One more couple. lady an
gent! One more"
please I" Robert Foirchild 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 that
matter" he confessed with sudden l
hcldnees. "But does that make any
difference? PIeaser
she glanced quickly toward the
door. Maurice Rodaine was still talk. \
ing. and Fairchild saw : little sleam
come Into her eyes-the CLEAN that
shows when q woman decides to make
some one pay for rudenesg.
Fnirchiid's hand was still extended. \
Again Anita Richmond glanced toward
ne door. chuckled 10 herself while I
FairchIid wstched the dIinples that the \
merriment caused, and thcn--F FairchiId
forgot the fact that nc was wearing 4
hobnaiIed shoes and that his clothes
were worn and old lie was goint
forward 70 take his place on the danct
door. and d.slle was beside him!