The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1924-01-28

"VnAt makes ~ 0acQs OOn
know what excuse TO make Or
what 10 tell num-"
"tOu dont nave to go out with
every man VINO ASKS you. 90
your"
'.No--bur, then, I was going
out Wlth nam % mucn, ana ne =
been preCLy line TO nIe. 0ave me
Wudle. Now ne does TINS Tor
JoI1aGtnan--"
"Oh-so you think you should
90 OUT with MIN! You should
pay nm back?"
"BarTy--oon't. That's not fair.
Why, IT seems as though don't
do anythAlx out cream Oh YOU"
The blood flew INFO his cheeks.
He grinned, his whlte. even teeth
sparkling. '''Say more WORDS Like
thai, sweet one"
II could. l think oceans Of
them. but, just now, think YOU
ought to let me tell you ABOUT
this. What good iS 1t that YOU re
q IRwyer-a most brilliant young
jurtsu, a. 1t were-it you can't get,
your best TREND
"YOu mean my steady.
"AlI rlgnt--if you cant get
your steady out Of q tight pinch.
HE asAeu you to so out WIN
him already?"
"Of course. And ! said / had
the whole week taken and l was
busy. But he just roared and
wanted TO know II I'd fallen In
love or was gong to be married.
What could say?"
What did you say?"
Nothing. We don't want to
tell anyone, do we?'' She brought
the question out shyly.. A hun
ured times already 1t had been
on the point Of her tongue. A
hundred times, sitting before the
bureau, combing her hair, she
had thought with vague sweet
ness. Are we engaged? l won.
der IL Barry and l are promised
to each other?" She couldn't even
think these things without q
warm, tremulous flush. gliding
over her. Now her cheeks stained.
He said, well, whose business
10 it but our own?"
AZ know. And, Of course, it's
little easier for you. You don't
have to ask other girls to go out
with you. But If / keep refusing
Jake and he doesn't come to the
house any more Jonathan will
ask questions and Jennie will
want to know. You could find me
a good alibi, / should think.
"Well-you put Jake off two or
threa times and he won't bother
any more. He's like that" Bar
ry smiled. "Jake's Casanova
in his way. What's one unwilling
flower to him when the whole
garden runs over with roses only
too anxious to be plucked?"
He was always making illusions
that she didn't understand. But
he thought her clever and wide
reader, so she assumed an air or
wisdom. Many an evening COM
ing from work she got OF at
Twenty.fourth street, sauntering
into the library. She pored over
the encyclopedias; asked the tall.
fairish girl at the desk questions;
gathered happy bits OF tnforma-
ton that she laced about her con-
versation with airy nonchalance.
Tomorrow she would find out
about Casanova - maybe ask
Janina or Martha Blake or the
good old reliable books.
Tonight she SD with know
ing shrug, Casanova was q
wise old owl, wasn't he?" Then,
with an aching sigh, Its ter
rible to believe that Jake or men
do things like that!'
Like what?"
"You know, don't see how
they manage to look so tickled to
death with life and be SO swag-
gerry If they have all those dark,
awful things behind them. Do
your"
Her eyes sought his eagerly,
wishing him to agree-WishInB
him to stand forth far apart
above those other men. do you
see that, Barry?"
"Well. that's the way blessed
damozel looks at things"
you, too, don't your"
He hunched his shoulders, grin
ming, his forehead redder than his
hair. "Oh, sure! Ever since the
fair one came upon the scene'
anyway
Meaning me?'
Meaning you"
She laughed, glad as though
song rushed goldenly all through
her thoughts.
When he kissed her that nigt
his arm about her shoulder. he
touched her hair, laughing. "Ah,
Chickie, you're 80 sweet"
Her heart was his. She answer.
ed. Barry, I love you so-oh,
60"
Not until the door closed after
him and she was in the kitchen,
Wilde coming with a slow, lux
urious yawn from his corner near
the stove, did she think Of Jake.
Nothing had been settled. They
had lost count Of him in the de-
licious sweetness Of their own
warm emotions. Now she thought
Of him distantly as though he
were q long way from her.
He phoned the net morning:
''what night is a good night for
the opera. CHECKER"
IT haven't a single night this
week."
That's all right-you've got
seven next week."
"But I naven't-really-"
And there came humming over
the wires a rich, soft laugh: 1T
see the way the wind blows.
Chickie, my dear. Wen have to
try a new tack. Till then, au
revoirv'
A thrill of apprehension caught
her. Jake was not dismissed.
Jonathan was rugged and dom.
ineering: straight as a grand red.
wood again. A broker had come
from the star on Refinery and
hou~ht up his stock. He had his
81 ,37H In his hands again.
"And that's a great. fine man.
that Mr. Munson" he said .shak.
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