Brownsville herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1910-current, 1928-09-08
1T Can't be DOne''
By FREDERIC ARNOLD RUNNER

beauty Of the scene. Dancing YOU
can do any time. bet a night like
this is something else.r
Yes. IL ~ rather pretty Lola
yawned behind her sparkling fan.
Beauty. ~ exemplified by colored
fountains ard distant yellow moons
did not particularly appeal 10 her.
Bitten by the tarantula or move
ment. she was eager To dance. and
wished for Irene Shirley IN take
tnls tiresome- m~iddle-aEed partner
OF hsr hands. Why had the girl
not Gomez
- n matter MI fact, Irene was
present, and had been, for half an
hour. Her late arrival had been pre-
ar~ranged-she understood perfectly
the dramatic value Of a delayed en-
trance, and had spent two hours.
after dinner, taking a refreshing
nap. As a result. she appeared in
her simple grey and silver chiffon.
radiant as the new moon. a nun.
almost. in that riot of vivid, gorgeous
costumes.
Evading an introduction ID Mr..
Davidson on her arrival, she waited
until she saw Lola lead him IN tha
veranda. Ii was no part of her plan
20 meet the great man H. one Of a
crowd in the raw glare " sam
kessler's big drawing room. From
the obscurity OF "a remote corner in
the library, where she had been lis
tening patiently to the clumsy love
making OF an assistant director for
half an hour. she watched Miss
Morosini's exit from the adjoining
room with calculating eyes. David
son. she was sure, would not wan NV
dance. Lola, she well know. wouid
he dcsolate. not dan5snr. Excusinr
herself 10 her companion with calm
a~bruptneSs, she sauntered THROUGH
the library door to The hall. ard
thence 70 the French window which
opened on the veranda. There Wa m
strong light behind her, and Irene
knew something Of back lighting.
Her slim figure, silhouetted against
the golden oblong of the window. was
singularly arresting. There was
enough light from the shrubberv
lamps, the fountain. the moon. IN
disclose the small whiteness ~ her
features Knowing quite well thai
Davidson and Miss Morosini were
sitting not five feet away from her.
she pretended complete ignorance wv
their presence. Extending her bare
arms toward the distant mountains.
she began to chant, in 4 small. clear
voice, the poem by Shelley. begin
ning: The moor il like u golden
boat" At the conclusion of the first
stanza both Lola and her companion
rose. Irene stopped her elocutionarx
efforts with wcll-simulated embar-
rassment.
"Ohi" she gasped. IL didn't
know anyone was here
Miss Morosini, perfectly aware Of
irene's p~retense, was nevertheless
glad Of the relief thus afforded her.
She went up 40 the girl as the latter
stepped from the window ledge "
the porch.
Hello, dearie," she said. ~ thought
you weren't coming. Mr.. Davidson
meet Miss Irene Shirley. the baby
vamp Of Hollywood" With this slv
thrust she turned to the window.
You won't mind, Mr.. Davidson. will
you, II 4 90 in? That tune gives me
St- Nitus dance" With u quick nod
Of her sleek head she darted into he
hall. leaving Irene facing Mr.. David
son with a faint, trcmulous smile.
You aren't-you can't be-Mr.
Lew Davidson, from New York. she
whispered.
why can't Ig~ Davidson asked.
dryly. Don't | look like a regular
fellow ~
"Oh. Mr.. Davidson" Irene ~.
claimed. 1T isn't that. But / didn't
suppose the head or Davidson Pro-
auctions was such a-such a oun
man." Under cover or this remark
she sank into the cushioned swing
from which Lola Morosini had risen.
Mr.. Davidson's fingers automati-
cally sought his tie. He had been
reflecting rather bitterly for the past
two hours that he was very, very far
from being "A young man. The
twinges in his knees had warned him
that his days ms "A IonR-distance
dancer were over; he had already
begun TO wonder. at the moment Of
Irene's appearance, how long the con-
founded party would keep up. With
n look Of interrogation, he glanced
al her small face, ivory IN the moon
light then sat down in the swing be-
side her.
GRO BE CONTINUED