Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1927-05-13
THOSE
DIlMPLES
AND MOLES
%. isl7. By D. J. walsh. ,

fI, lbxT, by ID. j. Walsh.)
NALLIE BETHS eyes strayed
across the counter of the cir
~ cplation desk of the big city
library to the open doorway
through which a steady stream Of Dor
rowers had aled all morning. He had
not beep among them, however, and
sallie Beth wished that today were
not her hhlt-h0liday. She'd almost
rather miss It than miss seeing him.
For months now his alpSst daily visit
had come 70 30 her chez source Of
pleasure, Sbe liked the little hpmor-
Gus cribk@ near his deep-tet Blown
eyes. The ltHS chats that bad start
ed as mere asa6p talks q books and
more books, which they both loved
and broedebsd 81 late to include per-
sonaiities-hsd become more delight
full and more interesting each day.
For, thoVkh newly ordaiped min
lister, and the assistant to the rector
of staid Old ST, Stephens, Peter Thorhe
had not seen ct to lay sside the boy
ish cspdor and keen sense Of hpmor
that made bin 80 attractive to all the
younger set In his church, and most
Of all to Sallje Beth withers. who
found his books for him day after
day,
She bag almost deSpsirsd Of seeing
him When She heard a Voice at her
elbow.
Check me up, please, before you
go. I'm IN Q ruSh,' he Begged. Then,
as she sl!a biz books back across the
desk, "AfH you leaving nowf Let me
carry your books out to -FOUR car"
He deposited the loed op the seat
of the llte coupe updss the biggest
elm by the side door and waited, sril-
Ing, as always, 1t seemed, when he
looked at her. and ssllie Beth grabbed
her courage BY the forelock and Yield
ed to Sudden Inspiration to prolong
the encounter.
want to gof"
He hesitated O moment.
81 was going away out to West
havep-to the university" he began
slowly.
let me take you It's a glorious
day. I'd love It." All the enthusiasm
Of early twenty was In her voice, and
she was grateful for the enthusiasm
of early thirty that rose to meet hers.
mo argument against It that l can
think of-or would II I could" he said
gratefully, and with a quite unclerical
grin as he dtfbed IN. "And you
needn't take me too seriously about
being In a rush" for she was stepping
hard on the 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
yourself"
There was silence for a time after
that. 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,
there's a little girl In st. Stephens
choir who looked little like you. Her
hair isn't bobbed. though, nor nearly
as light as yours"-hatless Sallle's
short 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-the most intriguing mole you
ever saw"
"And you like herr" Sallie hid the
trepidatloh she was feeling under a
fllppant query.
Il don't know. I've never really
seen her. She's so little can't see
anything but her cap In the choir
stalls, and I've never caught more
than Aeeting glimpse Of her, you
see"
But you'd like to"
"Very rnuch-she sits at the end
Of the first row opposite the soloist-
you know the ope I meanf"
II think So" Sallies tone was
dryly noncoplmittal "She Is rather
attractive-she might be mulch more
so II she Just wouldn't wear her hair
$3.50 terribly prlm-she's awfully
old-maidish, don't you thinkf"
Peter Thorne's brown eyes snap
ped their disapproval of such heresy.
mo, l don't" he defended quickly,
moreover, any one who ever saw
that dlmple in good working order
could never accuse her Of being prim
and decentralization know saw
her the other day as she passed my
study window, Sunday morning it was.
She was laughing and that dlmpie
and the mole together-well, /" He
left the rest hanging in midair.
| Driving back to town alone, Sallle
decided to give that mole run for its
money. Peter Thorne liked her-he
always acted as II he did, anyway
but what chance had one with man
who'd been shared by a dlmple and a
mole2 Sallie rubbed her own I'M
blemished left cheek and smiled
wlckedly, as she vowed a mental vow
that she, Sallie Beth Withers, could
and would prove herself as interesting
and attractive to Rev. Peter Thorne
as any prim, closely coiffed singer in
his choir ever thought of being.
A phone call that night set her
heart TO humping.
Thursday nlghtf Yes-Tll be
there. Yes. All right"
On Monday morning she waved an
airy hand as Thorne came through the
sunllt door.
did you ever see such morning?
Doesn't 1t make you glad just to be
alIveT
Tuesday she missed him, What a
dull endless day, Wednesday. Had he
remembered that She always had late
duty on WCtlugSJuys2 lie emma liar