The Bozeman courier., 1926-12-31

sary things t0 her hair. She looked we'll
enough and she knew it. But beside her
own face in the mirror she saw the image
Of julie Davies and envied her. Jules little
plumpish cheeks which looked like a squir-
reIs full of nuts, were daubed ridiculOusly
with artificial circles Of rouge. Jules eyes,
blinking at themselves in the mirror, were
slightly prOtrud1ng, and her eyUlaSheS were
heavy with kohl But that did not matter.
Carolyn knew that julie, in her straight
Chinese dress, with her funny red cheeks
and exaggerated eyes, with her gift for
noisy Kidding, would not have to worry
about her dances. The confidence of her as
she Redeemed the scarlet patches still more
) ule was talking to Emmy Cole, who wasn't
paying much attention, for Emmy was an
artist with the HpStick and at the moment
absorbed in her art. Emmy used hardly
any cOsmetics-just the lipstick and an
ingenue expression as she draped herself
over mans arm and danced as if her feet
were winged.
Carolyn pretended to rouge a bit-just
to stretch out the time, before she had to
go out into the ballroom. The music was
already playing. Little phrases of it-repe-
Observation-Disclosures in the dressing
room.
Fosters orchestra-O, wonderful music -
said one of the girls, swaying a little on
her feet, and Carolyn began to sicken with
anticipation of the next three hours. The
! lump of fear was already swelling in her
throat, and as long as it was there she
knew she had no place here. She was
afraid that she hated herself fO., her two
edged fear, for one edge was contempt of
was desire for them.
Pretty dress, Carrie" said Rose Harris,
/ sliding up to her. Much as she hated the
diminutive of her name, Carolyn was CRATE
full for the largesse of attention. She could
smell the gin on Roses breath. Rose had
! come from a dinner party, of course, and
was exaggerately vivid. 1t was she who
/ led the young married crowd and the inst
] QhnUf fO no roarrioH nFOvuH Nho q
which Carolyn did not quite belong. and
yet she had to assume that she belonged
to it when invitations drifted her way
darin n iGte Of Ross dress dress and YOS look
seen you in ages, Carrie. What IN earth
are you dOing?"
"I'm working" said Carolyn.
| Honestly What fun! I told Jim
him out of his life at the thought Of his
bride going off with a dinner pailI Tel
me what you do"
81 have charge Of the personnel work al
The statement came forth heavily in tn,
surroundings, seemed to lumber out awk
wardly against a background Of chiffOI
and dancing music.
Rose turned to join her party.
. Isn't that perfectly wOnderfulr' sh'
said. 81 think you're just marvellous, Carrie
don't see how you do it. And you mus
see a lot of Lorrie Bennett, that nephew
, livef Isn't he perfectly marvelOus?"
81 know him, but / don't come in con
tact with him Often" Carolyn answered
but Rose had already drIfted away, pullei
by some one, intent now on getting starte
on this business Of dancing.
The crowd Of girls moved to the door
Carolyn waited, pretending a sudden activ
: ity, that she might delay until the part
. was safely launched on the ballroom floOl
Then she slipped out and stood lookin
for her cousins, the Allardyces, who ha
come as her escorts. They had stopped 70
her at her house, and her mother, SO dc
lighted at the thought OF Carolyn's havin
good time as a girl. should have, ha
watched them drive off in the shinin
Allardyce car. Mr.. and Mrs. Hancock rarel
went out themselves to these function
Occasionally II there was a wedding the
went early and came home early to maiI
tain the dignity Of their social standinl
but Carolyn's invitations gave them gre.
qualification and mildly they insisted {
her pleaEures. Something like pity for the
= or her own self-respect kept Carolyn fro
explaining what these dances really were