Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1924-10-30

and fattery, 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!' 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
gentle beauty. He had thought of her
as a little blue butterfy-she was
more like wee white moth, futter-
ing futtering
The music, again from a hidden dis
lance, set feet to tapping. Marcia
plainly hesitated, flashed quick look
from Lee to the others about them,
then whispered hurriedly:
cts 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 y 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
overdignifed youth with hurt look
in his young worshiping eyes, VINO
stiff1y reminded Miss Langworthy that
she had cut his dance. She was so
contrite and helpless about it 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 draft, Mr.. LeeY'
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 Jul
dith to stay away?
"You mean she isn't coming at allT'
he asked quickly.
s'Oh, no." she told him, busy with
the rose in her hair, her eyes bright
on his. "Just as the dance was be-
ginning she had to go to the telephone.
Some ranch business, don't know
what. But she sent word she would
be here Immediately believe" and
Marcia made her remark teasiflgly,
| though she did want to know, "that
| a certain mysterious gentleman who
masquerades as a horse-breakef is
very much interested in Judith"
"What makes you say thing like
THAR" he asked, startled little.
Marcia laughed.
"a woman's intuition, Sir Mystery T.
she informed him gayly.
I, 'What does the woman's intuition
find to be the mysterious gentleman's
interest in a certain Miss Langwor-
thy?" he asked lightly.
"It tells her that he likes her; that
1t would be fun for him to come and
play with her; that he would be kind
and courteous; but that he considers
her very much as he would foolish
little butterfiyw