Fitzgerald leader enterprise and press. (Fitzgerald, Ben Hill County, Ga.) 1921-1964, 1924-11-20
1allie's - -
Temptations
I'm WHICH SHE is PIQUED"

After the hop at Barrancas, l woke
early next morning. The group of
easement windows that faced me were
changed into one great splotch OF blue
like stained church-glass windows.
slipping into my negligee l ran over
and looked out at the resurrection of
the morning 1t was the time of day
when all little things are stirring. l
could hear the first shy twittering of
the birds in the tropical oleander
trees that reached up to the window;
their tops all ending in clusters of
shell-pink blossoms. Leaning out l
caught one in my fingers and the tug
at its stem aroused its companion
flowers who sent up sea of fragrance
and | drank in their sweetness.
1t was chilly, my chiffon negligee
was to thin for the early morning. l
looked about for something with more
warmth to put about my shoulders
and seeing my evening cape on chair
where I had flung it few hours earli-
er, wrapped it around me snugly and
settling down in the silken pillows of
the window seat, resumed my dream
ing. Everything out of doors was so
fresh and lovely, the sparkling dew
drops making the blades of grass and
trees resplendent. Suddenly I was
conscious of an intruding odor-that
was not the dainty fragrance of the
oleander-no, it was stale and heavy.
1t came from the remains of several
cigarettes in a nearby receiver.
They seemed to have no part in the
picture and I flung them far out of
the window. But somehow the spell
was broken and thoughts of the dance
came surging. ] remembered Warren
Fisher and felt wave of embarrass-
ment. After his wife had treated me so
cool I lost interest in the party. 1t
wasn't that I cared about his being
married, for I realized that the attrac-
ton I had felt for him was superficial
but I resented being placed in the po-
sition of having Mrs. Fisher think i
was mad about her good-looking hus-
band Well, I was not mad about him,
had not been mad about him, and
never would be, for that matter.
Right at that moment there was on
1y one person I wanted to see. That
was Curtiss Wright, and with the
thought of him I became very lonely.
He was so different from the other
men with their "hot-1ines," as Ellie
called them. If he ever fell in love with
a girl it would be the big love of his
life, the one real, living, throbbing
adventure, and he'd be true to her in
thought and deed-not firt like
Warren Fisher. And yet-he hated
lappers. I wondered if I had been
reared in different environment if |
could have been the dream-girl he
wanted.
If my mother had lived I would not
have been a fapper. She was attrac-
tive and charming, and could be frivo-
bous, and yet she had depth Of mind
unlike most of my friends mothers
and a yearning for mental attainment.
She had wanted me to be accomplish
ed and urged me to study art and go
on with my music. with your mind
full of interesting things you won't be
caught in the maelstrom that's com
ing could hear her saying. l
wondered if she meant jazz, and cock
tail parties and petting. If she had not
been taken away maybe I would have
been Curtiss Wright's first love. And
with his name on my BREATH slipped
down into the pillows and in few