Americus times-recorder. [volume] (Americus, Ga.) 1891-current, 1925-08-08

"Herbie," she said, in a pleading
voice, "Do take me away from this
music. If I listen to much more of
it, I'm going to burst into bitter
tears or chew up the lobby, or
sump'n. You wouldn't like me to
do that, would you, Herbie?"
May heard Waterbury give a
deep laugh. "Well, you know you
don't have to stay here o" he said
And then the booming tide of music
drowned out the sound of his voice.
May leaned forward in her chair
and stole look at him. Yes,
without doubt, he was very hand
some seen thus, at close range. True
enough, the corners of his mouth
were loose, but the thick mass Of
his hair was like a bronze helmet.
And his deep-set eyes were start
lingly blue in his tanned face.
They met Mays suddenly, and she
felt her heart give a leap. She
looked quickly away.
Then the sound of his voice came
again. He was saying something in
an undertone to the woman whom
he called "Carlotta." And she turn
cd abruptly to May.
"You're like | ANAL dressed up
and no place to go" she said bright
". How would you like to step
out for an hour or so, with me and
my friend, Mr.. Waterbury? We
thought we'd take in movie or a
show, perhaps"
It was on Mays lips to refuse.
But with a wilful little toss of her
head, she said: can rightly, I'd love
to gow
Where, she asked herslef, was the
JOY Of being footloose if you could
not do what you wanted to do?
To go adventuring? To have adj
ventures?
The words, olive dangerously"
flashed through her mind. This was
not Giving dangerously" exactly
:. but still, it smacked of dang
er!
After all, she knew nothing of
these two people. They might be
pair of deep-dyed crooks. for all she
knew. For all she cared!
II didn't get your name, Miss
E. 4. 2" the little blond Carlotta said,
questioningly.
'It's not Miss It's Mrs :.
Mrs. Seymour" May answered, her
eyes fixed on Waterbury's, as she
spoke.
"And L." said Carlotta, Gam Mrs.
Frolking." :
Her eyes swept Mays mourning
gown and black lace scarf. "Im a
widow, too" she added. dimpling,
"Not sod, though. Grassw
She laughed as light-heartedly as
child, and her, eyes twinkled up
merrily at May.
"Well! Where do we go from
here? Marchw she said and stood.
Waterbury's eve squestioned May.
What would YOU like to do, Mrs.
SEYMOUR" he asked "Movies?
Theater? Or for Walk"
Nav raised her chin defiantly.
Owe had nv after-dinner stroll, Mr..
Waterbury," she said 81 think I
should like to go to see Adoreo
dance. if you don't mind :"
"Adoree it shall be. thenw he an
swered. And the three started down
the long lobby. arm in arm.
Adoree's little supper club was
few doors away from the Board
walk, in noisy side street.
It's walls were white, and it was
carpetcd with brilliant red velvet
that muffled the footballs of the
trio, as they followed a waiter to
table in the corner.
Tonight it was almost deserted.
cts only 10 O'clock" Carlotta
said, consulting the little jeweled
watch on her wrist, "Turrible, aw-
full early, isn't it?"
81 like the quiet, for a change.
The clatter and the chatter get to
be pretty tiresome after a while"
Waterbury said in a low tone. He
had not taken his eyes from Mays
face since they had entered the res
taurant. And May was thrillingly
aware of it.
She leaned back in her chair, long
ing to look at him, again but
not daring to-
She tried to fix her mind upon
Carlotta Frolking.
Was Carlotta in love with this
Waterbury man, she wondered. Was
he in love with her? And how
did they happen to know each other
so we'll?
These questions battered through
Mays brain, while her eyes studied
Carlotta's face. 1t was not a young
face, despite it's youthful color. The
red mouth was lined with hardness,
and there was a network of fine
wrinkles at the corner of each eye.
AS May watched her, she frown-
ed and groaned.
Don't look, Herbie," she said,
"Dan Sprague's over there all by
himself in the opposite corner. If
hhe sees us, he'll come over here :.