The Washington times., 1926-12-27

windows with their tantallzing
treasure! Some day
Stacia lived In Greenwich Village
and was q Red. She palled with
all sorts OF odd persons and talked
endlessIy about freedom: she was .
friend OF q friend Of Emma Gold
man.
She liked their being late, be-
cause 1t seemed like flinging de-
fiance at Authority, which she
hated. She was late herself and
talked back to Mr., Baird when he
said things.
Someone else was watching. The
bookkeeper chap over by the win
dow. Getting ready to spring an.
other bid for dinner, no doubt,
Shucks-a hookkeeper!
Quaker City Gentry
Christine talked Ii o low tone to-
/. ward Gays pale head. "The Pen,
ningtons live In Philadelphia and
he's q great friend OF Stanley
Baird. It said In the society col.
unln that sister Peggy'e sweet on
have all the lucl1l staggering In
4 y
g0k sogl1G ono day and show her.
I'm I. bettar dana than ahe q.
gnnEa piniis a
\ Little springs Of laughter bub.-
bling, tunabHng, sparkled into gray
eyes. .Wlil the Paris clothes
make you better than Peggy, dear?
Why SO excited about the new
man? His way lies to the east.
ward and yours 70 your own placer
Prince and phone girl. darling"
You wait, Gay" she flared,
after silence. You don't know
what It Is to be like / ami To
want things and things and things
---clotlfes. oh. a hundred closets Ytill
of lovely clothes! Houses, motors.
a yacht! Jewels 20 sparkle so I'll
look like a lighted chandelier. Ser.
wants doing things tor me. What
ever is soft ana shining ana ex-
pensiVe. 1.cari't help it, Gay. I
expect ] should have been a Per-
sian kitten with a satin cushion
and lots OF cream.
Her Great Desires
IT want things 20 much II hurts.
And what chance have but .
rich husband?
"You-oh, you're sweet and self.
reliant and contented. You can't
understand It's like fire inside
Of ne-wanting. It burns and
burns and never gives me any
restm Her voice broke on q sob,
both girls were white.
why, you'll have everything
some day. Christy. OF course, you
will. Only be little patient. won't
you, dear? There's q lot OF time.
The right one will come along;
someone youil really care FOR, I'm
sure"
Christine. calm. now, tossed her
head and began to move copper
plugs.
The late summer afternoon lay
close. drowsy sheets Of Hight over
the office. Heads nodded. eyes
were heavy; even Gay kept droop.
ing, jumping alert.
Christine swallowed a yawn and
hastily patted her single when
Stanley Baird came leisurely
through the door, followed by
the stranger.
Caught you mapping, sweetie-
sweet. How are all the wrong
NUMBERS tOQayE
Your numbers are o. K. Mr..
Sherlock Holmes. Someone YOU
wished to seer" she asked pArtiy.
He leaned on the railing and
looked at the pale flying hair
Eyes" he said.
All in a flush Gay felt his eyes,
felt heat run up her throat,
across her forehead. She twisted
a sheet Of paper. began to type
furiously.-
Nevertheless she saw Penning
ton stick his elbow into his
friends ribs.
Still Turning Up
$50 you're still doing it?" Baird
pretended surprise. "Still turning
up? Miss Noe, may I present my
friend OF sorts? Roger Penning
ton. May as we'll call him
Penny Everyone does. The
Bad Penny ii you like"
Christine colored under PennIng.
toms bold. dark grin. THE Bad
Penny" shs giggIed. "Why?"
He's just told you," Penny 70.
piled. Because I'm always turn.
ine up. Terrible joke but gosh,
AIO" LLASy AONO AA0 GdII - lkl1I1
finger along the edge of q little,
Frenchy mustache. "And I'm
going to do 1t q lot around here.
Know was conaipg 10 work fol
Daddy Baird?"
mol Oh, really? Well. how
nicer
isn't It? I'm keen about it,
now" He had q charming smile,
the air of a professional good fel'
low.