Evening star., 1923-03-16

had won. she rather admired his at
tltude, which was true to form
=, on, get in she said carelessly
we .,s, cant be stopping here all night"
cigarette away and ciirof,ing in -.
But Just keep TO vour own side nf
the e,o car VIII you2' she insisted.
.oh. all right he laughed
wasn't going to leave you any-
way But / might have"
But you didn't" And then, u can
ger out now and walk. if you want ne
NO" she said slowly. But please
don't be silly any more
silly! When ] love YOU"
.. W,sh you'd talk about the we#-
ther. please. It's showing"
ne shrugged and laughed. Yes. /
noticed it," he said and then scttIad
slowly down. making no reply.
where are We now-reallyo" she
Somewhere in Putnam county,
guess, he said vaguely.
And I've dinner at eight"
Its half past six now. You could.
never make it."
I've got to-"
"H-m. Still angry"
She shrugged.
Are you?"
"No. Yes"
(which"
about"
"oh. I'm glad to hear you Say thai.
IL isn't really. But you don't have To
go back. If you're not angry you
can prove ii"
Howe"
by taking dinner with me some
where out here and going back later"
oh, couldn't" she gasped. rather
attracted by the thought. nevertheless.
Ihere you 60 he muttered. Al
ways trying TO get away from me"
m not. But dinner"
With lot Of dodos. Who cares
Don't you think you owe me some
thing after the way you've treated
me? | thought you cared for me a
Il do But"
How do you show il? BY trying to
make ne ridiculous. / not the kind
to stand for that sort of thing. liz 9
your little WiIlies of the ballroom,
your ue-blooded little 'toddlers' from
upper Fifth avenue. You said you
liked me because / was different from
the rest. because I was full-grown
man. Why, YOU wont even let me tclf
you i love you any more"
II don't mind you telling me.
Bruce. But l don't want you 10 act
it,"
We'll. I'm not stone image But
III promise to behave If you'll dn
what ] ask you to-" lie Strengthened
,
care. Come. now. Well drive down t.
Peekskill and have dinner. Then a
dance at the Red Horse afterward
It's road house near Tarrytow
Jazz. Niggers. You'll like il. It's diff
ferent-"
oh, Bruce. ] oughtn't to-"
But the idea caught in her mind and
remained there, meshed in the chaos
of half educated Impulses. 1t was TIL
unusual which always attracted her
and, too-there was Bruce, humhled
now. more threatening even in his hu
miity.
You oughtn't TO ask me. Bruce"
why not: I've got some rights.
NO. none" she said, frowning.
And then with a quick gasp "But
Ill go with you
You Will" he cried. delighted
"Oh. say. you're a good little sport.
after all.
They had come to a crossr"as..
Cherry always liked crossroads. Thes
always seemed significant.
which way, Bruce she asked,
Right. Well make the river SOM
where"
BY day the Red Horse Tavern nc.-
tling modestly in its clean hills aboNe
the river bore the Chast- exterior of
colonial dwelling But its appearance
from the front was deceptive. for 4
the rear of the house a large build
ing had been added. to conform l.
the increasing patronage of its guests.
which were many by day. many more,
by night. For the dance hall had
gained popularity among persons Of
a certain class, both in city aud
country. and for more than a. year
the inn had enjoyed reputation
which other places of amusemeni
more elaborate and expensive miEhl
have envied. Here there was I'M
munity of a sort from the restrc-
tions of the Nulstead act, though
whether by Coilusiou or neglect u"
one seemed to care.
The proprietor. SNUG with prosner-
ity and f1atulent with self-assertinm,
had every air of commanding q situ-
alton which. though injurious I"
others of his trade. had no terrGrs
for himself. But his patrons Wer"
not of those who cared greatly for
the consequences OF their temerity--
the hoydens of the towns along the
railroad with their swains. "get-r'Ch-
quick" small fry with their wives
or other men s-from the city; pa'e.
dark Jews escorting highly tinted
blondes. professional dancers from,
the Rialto. and staid hurghers with
a twinkle in the eye) from Harlem "f
the Bronx.
1t was long after IL o'clock when
Bruce Cowan aud Cherry drove int"
the parking place beside the inn.
having been held up by blowout,
They had dfned quite comfortably a.
Bruce by some magic had produced
cocktails in teacups. one OF which
Cherry had demurely slipped.
They were very bad cocktails. hUf
they served to diminish the sullen-
ness of her companion. who still re
sented the indignity Cherry had put
upon him. But she had brought him
around her finger deity at las
and. scarcely knowing how she had
done It,, Bruce Cowan found himself
Tn no "a
adorable than ever.
The sound of the jazz It the Red
Horse got into Cherry's feet before
she had reached the porch, for this
she realized at once. was the real
thing-no modern hotel orchestra
with it's sophisticated rag" but the
barbaric jazz itself straight from the
jungle. The piano and violin. played
by apish hands. were more the Neht-
Gle of cadence than tune. and the real
meaning of the music was in tn"
banjos and the drums. lineal descend
ants of gourds and tom toms.