The Bozeman courier., 1927-01-07

even according to the standards Of France,
was, Of course, julie Davies. The one in
colonial dress sitting by the wall-Lauren's
heart gave a leap. OF course, it was Caro-
lyn-her pose, her figure, just what she
would wear. The Sheik hOtfOOted it for the
colonial dame, and accused her Of her
identity. She seemed to laugh, but would
not talk. They danced, and Lauren ad-
mitted that the colonial lady did not dance
very well. Probably that was why she was
sitting by the wall. That accounted for her
being a wallflower After they were mar
ried, he would teach her to dance better
He felt confident and happy with his arm
around the slim waist, his head next to
the beautifully curled white wig and heaVi-
ly powdered face. Dear Carolyn!
81 knew you in a minute" he told her.
Il could place every woman in the room.
Do talk to me-"
She shook her head.
"WeIl, I'm hanging around until you
have to unmask."
He kept his word. For six dances he
stayed by her through interminable en-
cores. Sometimes they danced and some
/ times they sat. No one cut in. Once Lauren
grew a little irritated and tried to pull
/ the mask from her face Once he lured her
/ into the conservatory and tried to get her
| to unmask. But she only shook her head
with that slow, sweet gesture which was
| CarOlyn's own. So at last he simply sat
beside her, and got as near as he could
to the long lace gloves that covered her
fingers.
Through the open door he could see the
crowd swirling, and the music went to his
head little He saw the crowd pulling at
the tulle bows on Juie Davies shoulders.
Carolyn was very silent.
March past the judges and unmask, !"
shouted Ned Allardyce. "Prizes for the
best couple, for the best mans costume and
the best ladys costume"
Lauren offered his arm to Carolyn. He
wished for minute that Carolyn had worn
something a little more original, something
that would have given her a chance to
compete for the prize. They marched to-
ward the ballroom, and then suddenly she
lOOsened her hand and slipped away up
the staircase. Lauren started after her
but thought better of his pursuit and sat
down on he steps. She probably hated to
march by the judges. She was so shy.
Suddenly the music of the march stopped
It had been going on a long while.
Ned Allardyce was shouting.
"The prize for the best costume goes
: without prejudice or fOreknOwledge. to the
guest of honor, Miss MarOlyn Hancock
The prize for the best man"
The sheik got up quickly and went to
the ballroom door. Carolyn to get the prize
in such q commonplace costume. Then he
saw Carolyn, her tulle skirts spread out
around her, her eyes shining, her figure il
pose of artificial delight and surprise
; CarOlyn-the French doll!
J Every one was clapping and shouting
p The other prizes went somewhere. Th'
sheik did not hear. He was trying to ge
2 close to Carolyn, and she was turnini
! her shoulder whenever he came near her
! When the music started she was off, dane
= ing like a piece Of animated tulle.
The shiek cut in.
"Do you know I've been spending tn
+ whole evening with some ancient woman
! in colonial costume pouring out my sou
: about yOu?" he demanded.
n mot very flattering to me, was 1t? Di'
! you think / couldn't dance better thar
Z that2"
J, "WhO was that persOn?"
90, that" said Carolyn, that cOlonia
i lady, you mean? That was David Lansir e
, Wasn't he clever?"
o The sheik felt the red color try to ge
e through his brown paint.
s "I hope you realize I've made a terribl
S fool of myself" he said.
e 80, David won't mind. He's a darling
J. He understands things"
;. Understands you, l suppose" glowere
Il the sheik. Look here, Carolyn, I can
y bear it. Here comes that damned cOlOnis