Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1927-01-04
Dimples and Moles.

~ ALLIE BETH'S eyes strayed
across the counter of tn cir
culation desk of the big city
library TO the open doorway
through which a steady stream
Of borrowers had filed all morning.
He had not been among them. now
ever. and Sallie Beth wished that to-
day were not her half holiday. Shed
almost rather miss it than miss see
ing him For months now his almost
daily visit had come to be her chief
source of pleasure. She liked the
little humorous crinkles near ms
deep-set brown eyes. The little chats
that had started as mere "shop talk
eft books and more books, which they
both loved. had broadened Of late
TO include personalitieS-had become
more delightful and more interesting
each day For, though newly or
tlained minister, and the assistant 10
the rector of staid old St. stephen 5,
Peter Thorne had not seen fit to lay
aside the boyish candor and Keen
sense of humor that made MN SO
attractive to all the younger set IN
his church. and most of all to Sallie
Beth Withers, who found his books
for him day after day.
she had almost despafred of seeing
him when she heard a voice at her
elbow.
"Check me up, please. before you
go. I'm in a rush" he begged. Then,
as she slid his books back across the
desk, "Are you leaving now? Let me
carry your books out to your car.
He deposited the load on the seat
Of the little coupe under the biggest
elm by the side door and waited
smiling, as always, it seemed. when
me. looked at her, and Sallie Beth
grabbed her courage by the forelock
end yielded to a sudden inspiration to
prolong the encounter.
'sCan I-can't drop you where you
want to go?"
He hesitated a moment
II was going away out to West
hayen-to the university" he began
slowly.
let me take you. It's glorious
nay. I'd love it," All the enthusiasm
Of early 20 was in her voice, and she
was grateful for the enthusiasm of
early 80 that rose to meet hers.
mo argument against 1t that / can
think of-or would If could he said
gratefully. and with a quite unclerical
grin as he climbed in. And you
needn't take me too seriously about
being in a rush. for she was stepping
hard on he gas; this is quite the
most pleasant thing I've done today
and you needn't exceed the speed limit
unless you're in a frantic hurry your
self"
There was silence for a time after
.hat. The little car threaded its way
through the congestion of downtown
traffic and came finally into the open
rolling country.
DO you know" he was saying,
s'there's a little girl in st. Stephens
choir who looks a little like you. Her
hair isn't bobbed. though. nor nearly
as light as yours '--hatless Sallie's
khort locks were blowing in a golden
riot around her head-"and she has a
most fascinating dimple on one cheek
that matches a MOLE on the other
che most intriguing mole you ever
haw''
land you like herr" Sallie hid the
kI'epidation she was feeling under a
y1ippant query.
Il don't know. I've never really
eeen her. She's so little 1 can't see
anything but her cap in the choir
stalls, and I've never caught more
than a feeting glimpse of her, you
kee--"
but you'd like to"
.'Very much--she sits at the end of
Gle first row opposite the soloist-you
know the one | mean?"
Il think So" Sallie's tone was
6ryly noncommittal tShe is rather
bttractive--she might be much more
DO If she just wouldn't wear her hair
$3.50 terribly prim-she's awfully
pld-maidish. don't you think?"
Peter Thorne's brown eyes snapped
kheir disapproval of such heresy.
"No, I don't" he defended quickly,
trnoreover, any one who ever saw
chat dimple in good working order
could never accuse her of being prim
l. ira oid-maidish-you know saw
her the other day as she passed my
ktudy window, Sunday morning, it
WAS. She was laughing, and that
6in1ple and the mole together. Well,
= He left the rest hanging in
ymidair.
Driving back to town alone, Sallie
kecided to give that mole a run for
r. money. Peter Thorne liked her
H. always acted as If he did, any
&yay-but what chance had one with
\ man who'd been shared by dimple
knd a mole? Sallie rubbed her own
kanbiemished left cheek and smiled
tsstckedlv. as che vowed a mental VOW
flfet she, Sa.lie Betn 'Fitherz, could