The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1924-08-23
Anew Novel Of Modern Life, Conferred
on the Heart and the Mind
of the "Flapper."

Margaret rarely said think
like that. It filled Nora Less
CUP until 1t brimmed.
To the Picnic.
She hoped she'd take his
breath away, too.
He said softly: "Gee--J" and
held her arm hard as they ran
down the steps to the little
roadster. When she was seated
beside him and they were DASH
ing down the curving roads he
looked down and laughed: I'm
glad to be home, Nora Lee. No
reasons given!'
At Uncle Toms cabin three ma
chimes with Connie and her
friends were waiting. They waved
and greeted loudly: Push the
tin can quicker! Well get be-
hind you. All aboard"
It was after IL. The highway
was crowded. They dashed in and
out, keeping in an uneven line
mad, exciting fun
Then they left the traffic and
went scooting into the hills, miles
beyond Los Gatos. Here Comics
folks had a cabin, set in a deep
bowl of trees. The hills rose up
in majesty about It. For Nora
Lee it was a scene Of enchant-
ment. Half in a dream she heard
Dane say: "After lunch We'll take
a walk" She nodded.
Mickey was shaking two bottles
his ruddy face filled with mirth.
Mickey was an irresistible fellow
MY blond gladiator" Connie
called him because he had a rath-
er shoved-out jaw and a short,
pugnacious nose. But he had a
lovable way and a great crop of
sunny hair.
Everyone liked him. Dane had
an almost pathetic love for him.
He told Nora Lee: "Mick's bril-
liant. He could set his mark as
high as he wanted and reach It,
if he'd only quit fooling around
and get down to business"
Now Mickey passed out tiny
silver cups filled with the honey.
colored liquor. Connie toasted:
Here's to crimew
Mickey filled the cups again:
Here's to lover
Brownie Mills rested her head
against Bert Adams shoulder.
She said daringly: I'll tell you
what Connie thinks of love and
the last hour on earth"
Connie gave her a sharp, men.
acing look, but added: mo one
knows what 1 think on anything.
have never had a thought,
which is a greater statement
than Brownie can make, as she
doesn't even know she's never
had one!'
They made short work Of the
sandwiches. Someone had brought
a photograph with all the latest
jazz records. So they held q dance
on the porch.
"Oh, come, Nora Lee, don't you
want to talk to me? I've got an
awful lot to say" Dane whispered
1t gleefully close to her ear.
They walked down a narrow
trail. then up ana up. Soon they
were on the crown Of a small
hill. The peaks swept out before
them, clothed in amber glory. Far
off like a turquoise sea, the sky
came down to meet the earth.
A Talk With Dane.
Dane said in a husky voice:
when I saw things like this,
Nora Lee, ! wished you were
along"
do you love things like this,
Dane? I've wondered il you did"
"oh-have your DID you think
much Of me?" She took a fleeing
glance at his deep-set eyes. They
had a warm look as though his
heart were trembling.
She said uneasily, Lets sit
down." She clasped her hands.
They were long and slender, the
one beauty that she got from
Margaret. To the young man,
surveying her, she seemed pos.
sessed Of wild. fragile grace.
What are all the things you
had to say, Dane?"
TO Be Continued Tomorrow
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