The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1922-04-29
four DANCING feet
JOY AND SORROW INTER
MINGLED.
BY JANE PHELPS
Chapter IL.


Dusk had fallen when he left her
at her door. Now the Sabbath quiet
had fallen on the street, and they
parted unobserved. He had told her
he could not see her that evening,
that he would have liked to, but Mr..
Walton, the young man who had been
with him that first night. had ar
| ranged his evening for him.
If Gertie wondered what kind Of an
evening, she said nothing but thanked
him quite prettily for her nice ride.
Then she flew upstairs to tell the
family all about her arlernoon-that
is all she could tell. Some of it she
couldn't talk of to any one.
She found them at supper, but she
couldn't eat. Altho she relished an
orange from the basket of fruit that
graced the table, that Tim had hid for
her. She described her ride; the inn;
her dinner.
mo wonder you can't eat! Gosh,
but it. must have been good!" he re-
marked, peeking around the basket.
Did you have ice cream too?" lit
tie Anne asked, as she munched a big,
red banana.
Yes, I had ice cream too-choco-
late" Gertie told her with a smile.
Tom had laughed at her for loving ice
cream. Called her a real girlygirl.
BY the time supper was cleared
to tell Lilly all about it: And she
begged a big orange to take to her.
why they is yours as much as
ours ANNE said in surprise.
"Oh, no, they ain't-isn' Anne -
someway isn't didn't sound right eth
er, but Gertie let it go. HE gave me
my ride, and my nice time, and he
gave the rest of you the fruit"
Don't forget my knife!" Tim said,
proudly exhibiting it.
IT'S swell, mean nice, Tim"
Gertie had not noticed when Tom
gave it to him. She was too busy
watching that everything went right
Lilly was impressed
HE looks like he meant business:
Gee, but this orange is SWELL" Gertie
started to correct her, then stopped.
1t had been her lesson, not I.iIly's.
That night she did not linger after
she was thru dancing. but dragged the
unwilling Lilly home at once.
I'm tired and sleepy was all the
excuse she made when Lilly grum-
bled. And when on their way out
two flashily dressed young men tried
to stop them, she told them the same.
She had to be careful it wouldn't do
to offend any of the patrons. She had
learned that.
II was not until the second day
after that. that she again saw Tom
Norris Then he sent her a note ask
ing her to meet him for luncheon at
a little restaurant on Forty-ninth
street There was another Hurried
hour, in which her mother and Anne
him. She easily found the place, and
her eyes lighted when she saw the
roadster standing by the curb. Tom
was just inside the door waiting.
Il stayed here so I would be sure
to findSyou. rather you find me-" he
told her, then led the way to the
table. She noticed he had large
package.
ITS the books he said as his eyes
followed her glance. Wen talk about
a q u 10 a
light luncheon, consulting her as to
her taste as he did so, then when the
waiter had served them he told her:
There are a couple of good easy
English books, dictionary for you
to look up the words you don't under
stand, or can't pronounce. Then the
others are just books to read. 4
looked them over and marked some of
the passages thought would help as
well as interest you. Now we will
not talk about them any more, but
eat our luncheon, then go to a matinee
or the museum, or do whatever you
wish"
whats in the museum %
Pictures by great artists, and many
other things"
81 choose the museum, and the pic
lures. We can talk there can't we?
1t amt, isn't like the theater where
we have to keep still, is it?'
mo, we can talk if we do not dis
turb anyone"
He whisked her to the museum IL,
the car, and he spent a delightful aft
ernoon explaining the stories of either |
the pictures she admired, or the ar
list. Often he could not answer her |
questions. and that amused her. She |
showed considerable judgment, always !
having some naive reason for her likes |
Dr. her dislikes.
But all her gayety left her when on |
he way home he told her he must go |
west the next day; that he would not |
be able to see her again.
I shall write you, Gertie. Will you /
lnswer my letters ?" he asked as he |
left her; and she promised, trying to
hide her tears
(To be continued.)