The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1924-12-16
By Eleanor Meherin
The Biggest and Best Story Of
Her Career.

Her Career.
AYOW the exquisite voice
echoed poignantly in Nora's
ears. She saw the sleek
black eyes turned on hers with
genial. whimsical light. Her soil
tary fears became foolish. What
in the world had Max ever done
that she should exile him? A few
kisses. All men kissed girls. All
girls expected and liked it. 1t was
no crime.
She was a lunatic to become
excited about such trifle. Be.
cause Virginia, white faced ma
donna thing. had been frightened
out Of existence, should a bold
hearted, cold minded person like
herself read TRAGEDY into every
pleasant episode? Ridiculous!
Yet her unrest quickened. She
whispered with hot, leaping color:
II love Max! Does he. care for
me? / wonder if he thinks of
marriage?',
Her, thought assalled this: 'You
don't love him and you know well
he doesn't mean to marry. He's
never made any bones about that!
But you're fascinated by his gla-
mour. You think yourself clever
to hold man Of his charm"
She smiled daringly: YES!
And what if I do?" She was
glad. he had settled the matter SO
swiftly; so neatly--s'ad they were
to go on--a little while, any
way
She picked up a magazine. Her
eyes darted through the pages.
She told herself softly: Dane
will soon be here. Then it will
endg' =
"Will it? You're mistaken?
The time to end such affairs is
before they begin! One hour
along the way and it's too late
70 go back!'
Rubbish She tossed the
magazine aside and took up a
nail file. Connie was stretched,
drowsy and silent, on the couch.
The house had a listless, desert
ed air. 1t was without atmo-
sphere or character, despite it's
order. 1t reminded Nora Lee,
Of a waiting room in a depot
where the passengers sat i'm
patient and restless while their
trains dashed in to carry them
off on endless pleasure jaunts.
The home was not a destiny,
but a mere stopover The trains
flew, in and out at all times.
Each member of the family had
his separate and decidedly in
dividual goal. He was bound
to the others only through shar-
ing his common resting place
between hectic flights.
Downstairs. Billie had come in.
Her mincing steps hurried about
the living room, paused at the
mantel. The ornaments were
moved-an infallible sign of agi-
tation. For two weeks Billie
had been in a state of pitiful
uneasiness. The death of Vir.
ginia she took as a personal
calamity fearful and needed
warning.
She sat up at night now when
Connie or Nora Lee or Minnie
went out. She kissed them and
they declared she was shifting
their breaths. She cornered
each one separately and asked
'You don't drink outside the
house. do you? Do you go out
to the machines between dances?
It's folish and wrong" She i'm
plored Nora Lee and Connie to
tell her honestly if the girls to-
day were really doing things.
Comics Reply.
Nora Lee was courteous, but
evasive; Connie breezy and flip
pant. Connie said: well, I'll
tell yous Bill, ole thing. it's this
way-in the pursuit Of life, happi-
ness, thrills, we, the flappers of
the species, proclaim the right
to love in or out of wedlock to
be the common right of all.
Ladies and gentlemen, on with
the dance! Let love be uncon-
fined! Now, that's our .declara-
ton Of independence. A better
world. ole lady, when all of you
of yesterday wake up and calmly
make 1t possible for US to take
this right without forcing us to