The Washington times., 1924-01-18

I've looked forward to It alone.
When the breeze blew your eyes
across the alley, I've thought,
If / were only rich, and the
charming one yonder would TINS
hour be parked out under q tree
And here we are!"
eyes! And it's lovely, isn't it2"
Better than that. could see,
of course, that you were sweet.
beautiful thing. / had no idea
you were deep into the bargain"
He pulled Martha's old tattered
volane from his, pocket with a
laugh, you dropped this on the
chair"
Guilty color raced into her
cheeks. But he went on: You
like him: Well come over ana
make yourself comfortable. III
read you one. You won't? Don't
thenv" He went scanning through
the book: "Oh, you have this
marked--pippin? ism it?"
He read with a deep, clear in
. donation the Lost Days" When
he finished he tossed the book
from him, caught her hands ana
pressed them: "Golywogs! That
puts d CEAHAp AA VAAOp NCOSA ANs
"You haven't many lost days,
have your"
when they're lost, girl, they're
lost! / never go shopping around
waiting for ghosts to peer from
corners I've already turned"
Chickie had all of the very
young girls eager curiosity about
the inner life of a young man
especially of a gallant. pleasant
fellow like Barry Dunno. She
wondered grippingly If he had
really "done things" She hoped
achingly that he had NOT. She
said: 81 don't believe you have
many ghosts after you"
Thanks for that kind of
thought! Would you mind twist.
ing your elbow a little. That's
better" He re3ted his head
against her arm. "And I believe
you haven't any at all. But then
you're a most surprising girl"
He was looking up at her and
laughing: "Most surprising. She
won't flirt-won't even drop
fellow a smile, and then when he
.-rescues her in the dead O. night
she leaves him with a cold nod
Here-read-"
She took the book happily-feel-
ing herself clothed with a mys-
terious charm. She read on and
on, her voice singing through the
stiffness.
He was quiet-his eyes closed.
She looked down-with a pang Of
dismay saw that he was sleeping.
She sat perfectly still, looking at
the fine, ruddy profile-the long
brown lashes-his mouth so young
full cut and sweet. A lock Of
the red hair blew across his FORE
head. Thoughtlessly she brushed
1t back-letting her hand loiter
gently.
She smiled-her fingers ever so
lightly smoothing his eyebrows.
Suddenly and giving her fright
ened start, his eyes opened into
hers. His hands reached up,
drew her down. But she would
not. She shook her head-gave
him a little push-sprang to her
feet.
He stretched and yawned and
laughed. IT suppose we'll
have to CO." He put his arm
about her waist-and whispered,
bending over her. 'sWhy so hard
and stern. Just one
She felt him leaning down-she
would have liked to raise her face
and find the kiss falling! Her
lips were ready-her mind held
back-she said: 'No-no-please
don't-"
She let the moment go-but
with regret. Until she saw his
eyes quick. A triumph swept
her. He liked what he had not
GOT
She would remember that. She
thought about it smiling as they
sat at the gay little dinner. He
made her talk-made her tell
arout herself She told little
and made up a lot. He listened
with his gray eyes twinkling.
Afterwards they took a ride
along the Marina. A warm, balmy
night-a dozen automobiles parked
with their lights out-couples sit
ting in the back. Chickie saw the
forms, close together. She
felt nervous, a little ashamed.
Across the bay the dim outlines
of Sausalito-and Tamalpais, a
crown of silver on it's head.
He slumped down, his arm be-
hind her, and smoked. did you
enjoy the day, CHECKER"
"Beautiful-all of tt"
'"Take off your hat, please" He
touched her hair. "There, and to-
morrow when you look out the
window will Won smile?"