Evening star., 1928-10-22

AZ ADGE MEREDITH called him
w e. e., s,a''s .s,s ,ssa 's ,1' for ,',,
game of bridge, Guy, and meet
our guest, Miss Angel She's perfectly
lovely. You'll fall in love with her, /
know. I'm simply crazy about her.
Mother first met her at the Woman'S
Club in Delfield. and she hasn't rested
till she got her here to make us little
visit. You'll Gomez"
.'Sure I'll come, Madge. And thank
you for the chance to meet the lovely
lady"
GUY Holding laughed as he waited
politely for Madge to hang up first.
Then he went back to his desk and
forgot about everything but what he was
doing. He even forgot about Madge,
whom he had reason to think liked
him a good deal and who came nearer
to being his ideal of what girl should
be than any woman he had ever met
or was perhaps likely to meet.
He iunched downtown and went
home rather late to dinner, remember
ing as he entered his mothers house
that he had made promise to Madge.
His mother met him in the hall. She
was plump, gray-haired and faded, but
a nice woman for all that, as Guy
often told her. He adored his mother
and she worshiped him. Her husband
hadn't amounted to much, but her son
was entirely satisfactory. He took
after her side of the family when it
came to go-getting, but for all his
business acumen he was terribly in
genuous. Mrs Holding suffered good
deal on that account.
Gala waited upon them at dinner.
Gala was colered and elderly, but
perfect maid. She set Guys soup be-
fore him like a caresS, and he smiled
at her out of frank, boyish brown eyes.
Going out this evening, dear?" Mrs.
Holding inquired.
That's so, I am. Madge asked me-"
His mother smiled in pleased way.
I'D rather planned to take you to see
a play, but if you don't mind waiting
till tomorrow night"
I'm rather glad. I've got a whole
basketful of your socks to mend" Mrs.
Holding said.
You best of mothersl'
Guy blew her a kiss across the table
and she blew him one back again.
After that the roast fowl, warmed up
from yesterday, tasted ever so delicious.
Guy walked down the moonlit street
under the denuded naples to the
Meredith house, which was at the eX-
treme end. He thought about seeing
Madge and wondered what she would
be wearing No matter what it was it
would be sure to be the right thing.
Madge met him at the door. She
had on a little cocoa -colored frock
trimmed with a few bands of skunk
fur, very becoming to her fresh, dark
coloring
Now prepare to be overwhelmed"
she bade him as he laid aside his hat
and coat. Miss Angel is perfectly
lovely"
so are you He laughed at her,
noting the color that rose in her smooth
cheeks.
MRS. Meredith was in the living
room with the guest who sat in deep
winged chair by the f1reside. At
word there rose out of that winged
chair the most beautiful woman Guy
had ever seen.
She was tall, slender, yet exquisitely
rounded, with no suggestion of bone or
muscle in her white arms and jshoul-
ders. Her face had the ashen gieam of
white gold, her face was a flower, her
eyes dark, wonderful. She wore gown
like a bit of dawn-roSe and lavender
and silver, and when she spoke her
voice was like the call of bird to its
mate.
Guy tried not to stare, but he could
think of nothing nicer than just to
look his I'LL at her. And when Madge
brought out the card table and they
sat down to play he was glad to be
nearer to her.
Before the evening was over he had
fallen victim to that glamour which
attacks a man once only perhaps in
his whole life. And all night he lay
awake, his head whirling with dreams
of Miss Angel and plans to see her
again.
He was not himself next day. That
afternoon he got leave from his boss
and took Miss Angel for ride in his
roadster, and that evening he made