Newark leader. ([Newark, Ohio]) 1917-1946, 1924-11-07

took swift stock of such clothes as ne
had never suspected a good horse
foreman owned, and gasped family:
"The d--n +. lady-killer!'
But Lee had neither eyes nor
thoughts for them, nor remembrance
of his own change from working garb
to that of polite society. The dance
came to a lingering end, the couples
throughout the big room strolled up
and down, clapping their hands softly
or vehemently as their natures or de-
gree Of enthusiasm dictated, and Lee
forgot Marcia and sought eagerly for
a glimpse Of Judith.
Refused a second encore, the couples
stood about chatting, the hum OF
lively voices bespeaking eager enjoy
ment. There was no early chill upon
the assembly, to be dissipated as the
dance wore on; the day Of festivity
outdoors had thawed the thin crust OF
icy strangeness which is SO natural
part of such a function as this. AL
ready it seemed that everybody was
on the most cheerful terms with every
body else.
Suddenly his eyes, still seeking
Judith, found Marcia. Surrounded by
q little knot of men, each Of them
plainly seeking to become her happy
partner for the next dance, adorably
helpless as usual, Miss Langworthy
was allowing the men to fight It out
among themselves. Lee moved little
nearer to see her better. In a pale
blue gown, fluffy as a summer cloud,
her cheeks delicately flushed, white
rose like a snowdrop In the gold Of
her hair, she was iutteringly happy,
reminding him of those little meadow
blues that had flown palpitatingly
about him that day In the fields. And
she was obviously as much at her
ease here, in an atmosphere Of music
and flattery, as the tiny butterflies in
their own meadows.
Bud Lee came In, his tall form con-
spicuous, and went straight to Marcia.
She saw him Immediately; forgot her
self to stare almost as Carson had
done; smiled at him brightly; waved
her fan to him.
He took her hand and told her with
his eyes how pretty she was. The
delicate tint In Marcia's cheeks deep
ened and warmed, her eyes grew even
brighter.
"Flatterer p she chided him. Are
we to talk of the moth and the star
again, Mr.. Lee?"
The knot of men about her melted
away. Lee stood looking down into
her upturned eyes, measuring her
as a little blue butterfy-she was
more like a wee white moth, futter-
| Ing fiuttering
The music, again from a hidden dis
Itance, set feet to tapping. Marcia
plainly hestated flashed a quick look
from Lee to the others about them,
then whispered hurriedly:
"It's terrible of me, but"
| And she slipped her hand into his
arm, cast another searching glance
| over her shoulder for partner who
had been too tardy In finding her and
| yielded to the temptation to have this
first dance with "the most terribly fas-
cinating man there!" Lee slipped his
arm about her. felt her sway with
him, and lightly they caught the beat
| of the dance and lost themselves in It,
| And still, again and again turning
away from Marcia, he sought Judith.
The dance over, their talk was In.
terrupted by an excited and rather
overdignified youth with a hurt look
In his young worshiping eyes, who
stiff1y reminded Miss Langworthy that
she had cut his dance. She was so
| contrite and helpless about 1t that the
| youths heart was touched she blamed
herself for her terribly stupid way OF
always getting things tangled up, gave
him the promise of the next dance,
which she had already given to some
one else, disposed of him with charm
| ing skill, and sighed as she turned
again to Lee.
II haven't paid my respects to our
hostess, he said quietly. where Is
Miss Sanford?"
She sent her excuses" Marcia told
him. aren't we in a draft, Mr.. Lee?"
He moved with her away from the
soft current of air. distinct disap-
| pointment moving him to the verge OF
| sudden anger What business had Ju-
| dith TO stay away3
(TO BE CONTINUED)