The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1923-10-19
DANCE WITH DORIS
BY DOUGLAS

TOMMY WEBSTER called himself
4 every known kind of an idiot, but
it didn't help matters in the least.
He was in love with a girl whom
he had not met and never expected to
meet, for she was a girl who danced
In one of the famous "Revues." 1t
was called dancing, but it was in
reality just floating about the stage
like an exquisite bit of thistledown.
Tommy hated the audience for their
wild and noisy applause that clam
ored for Doris until she slipped out
time and time again to bow her pretty
thanks and kiss her snow-white fin
gers. He knew she must be weary
and it annoyed Tommy that she must
stand there with that sparkling smile
on her lips and in her eyes the joy Of
great conquest for that noisy public
to admire.
II Doris Deene had been a little
%nonentity on the stage he might have
made an effort to become acquainted
with her and win her away from her
profession, but to one who seemed des-
tined to reach the height of her pro-
fession Tommy felt the odds too much
against him.
So he had decided that the best
thing for him to do was to forget
Doris.
1t was not going to be easy. Tommy
was not the kind of man who loves
often and lightly. And Doris, the
fluffy bit OF white thistledown, with
her fair curls and laughing blue eyes,
drifted through all his dreams, cling
ing, beautifully appealing.
So, before taking up his office career
in the great steel business of his ia
ther, Tommy started on a six months
travel cur and made up his mind that
he would return to New York heart
and fancy free.
Tommy reached England during the
month of June. The days were a bit
dull, but the change to glorious I'LL
shine made Ascot, the Derby and the
river life a thing of joy. He learned
to punt up and down the river quite
like an old hand and met many a
charming, gaily-decked damsel with
| whom he passed sundry and varied
hours.
1t was Ethel Danvers who, while re
Ginning gracefully among various hued
cushions at the other end of his punt,
who asked him if he was going to the
theatrical garden party.
"Sure. 1 have to see everything l
can in the next month and then work,
endless, but interesting, work for me.
I'll take you and We'll do all the stunts
they have to offer. Is it a go|
"Sure!" laughed Ethel, hooking his
American expression.
So it was that Tommy found himself
in the Royal hospital grounds at Chel-
sea enjoying himself immensely. Every
type of girl, in every type of garb,
from modern Eve to ancient Turkey
and all the stars and minor constella-
lions of the stage were there.
Ethel was beginning to think she
might spend the rest of her days at
Tommy's side, when, standing in front
Of a dance club which they were about
to enter, she felt his arm tighten
against his side.
He was reading over the list of
stage favorites with whom one could
have a fox trot for half a crown, but
only one name stood out to Tommy in
bold relief-Doris Deene.
He tried to make his voice sound
natural as he turned to Ethel.
"Are these names all famous over
here? II don't know many of your
English stars by name"
Ethel read the list. "All pretty
much in the public eye. That Doris
Deene is from your part of the world
and has taken us quite by storm with
her dancing. Come on, let's go in.
I'd just love to dance once with Jack
Buchanan and you try for Doris. l
fancy she'd love to chat with some one
from home"
So together they went ia. Ethel
was out on the floor with the tall Jack
before Tommy could make his way to
Doris.
1t was she who began to talk.
81 am from New York." said Tom
my, feeling like a first-class fool for
the shake in his voice. 81 used to
watch you dance nearly three nights
out Of the week-a bit soft, wasn't
it?"
Doris looked up and smiled straight
into Tommy's eyes.
"Oh, I am glad to meet you," she
said wistfully. 'Im so homesick for
New York and home folks that l could
just cry about it." She shyly glanced
again at the big, honest boy and knew
she liked him-liked him very, very
much. Il wonderII wonder if you
would come out to see me some time
and just take me out on a bus or up
he river or-or, just any place away
from theaters? l don't like dancing,
but have to earn my living some way.
Could your"
Doris Deene," said Tommy, softly,
with all his awkwardness gone, II
could do anything on the face of the
earth that you ask. Well have a pic
mic up the river Sunday-all to our
selves, and every day that you spare
me we will lunch together. / am sail
ing for home on the 9th, and If I can
manage to tell you heaps of things
that l have wanted to tell you long
before this-perhaps you will sail back
too"
Tommy Webster had never expected
to have his Dfcture I'm the Iopdon M
pers, but when he sailed away with
the famous little dancer-Doris Deene
AS his wife 1t was no wonder that
the newspaper photographers were
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