Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-05-26
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be mistaken, Miss ScrppS. That is only my
Uncle George" But realizing the futility of
defense before the conviction written in Miss
Scripp'S pquant face, he added: BE confident,
at any rate. my dear lady, that shall deal
with the situation as it deserves"
But not now" said Miss Scripps apprehen-
sively. II think the best thing to do will be
to offer them an example of conduct proper,
she said, and Mr.. Roberts thought she was
right.
The fact was that, the more he thought of
Miss Scripps. the Fighter he thought she was
He wondered Uncle George was observing
how right Miss Scripps. was.
But, unfortunately, Uncle George was OBJ
serving only a pair of cobalt blue eyes. their
lighting and fading. the direction OF their
giances and. when they turned to his, their
h,stFcas softness-fer eyes are q matter, of
texture, toor The just perceptible movement
OF her smooth white shoulder called his atten-
tt0u to . menace Of romantic intrigue ct an
adjoining table. She murmured a, few words
and he smiled and said her name, Marion"
Presently q fox trot appealed to them. and
they left the table to join the dancers on the
wide floor in the center of the room.
81 should think all that would lose its appeal
eventually said MT. Roberts TITS not SO
bad for your mother, Miss Scripps. She seems
almost young But I hope. when I've reached
my uncle's time of life, have other interests
than dancing" A grand duke of Old Russia
danced by. The reigning king of northern
land danced By. A multimillionaire danced by.
They all danced by while IN. Roberts was ex-
planning % sks Suppressed Miss Scripps how
the PhociaFS, Ay0O09 years ago, had danced by
ina very similar manner.
Her Illac-colored gaze was hatterngly seri-
GUS although about my mother, don't agree
with you, Mr.. Roberts. You see, with your
uncle it's different. He's man-but for a
widow and mother of grown daughter-oh,
it's not that don't believe in dancing, Mr..
Roberts. think there are moments when to
dance is the most wonderful thing in all the
world"
Would you-would you do me the honor to
dance, Miss Scripps?" asked Mr.. Roberts, and
somehow they hoated to the floor and began
to dance-as only tall boy and a beautiful
young girl can dance. And they danced 10
steps to some heavenly violin after the band
had struck the creScendo Of its final note.
But, as they joined their table, Mr.. Roberts
felt sure he had heard that Mrs Scripps call
his guardian George" and the improperly of
it destroyed his mood.
He deliberately drew Mrs. Scripps into talk,
but she couldn't really. She only smiled The
Phocians left her cold. what are you going
to be when you-I mean. have you chosen your
career yet. Mr.. Roberts?" No. he didn't like
her, definitely. She wasn't even interested 10
books or politics. He tried her on Modes and
Manners of the Great Victorians, on Sir George
Trevelyan's description Of the Grand Corniche.
She only smiled. In desperation he danced
with her. Just q dance. Uncle George was
AFTER, by hidden mechanism the entire
dance floor rose three feet to meet the
stage level and gorgeous entertainment was
offered the gala diners. Ballots in costume
whrled on and of. but there was only
costume for Mr.. Roberts and that was a robe
2 De style. Ballots cavorted and kicked and
earned no more than Mr.. Roberts tolerant,
sophisticated smile. That clown was supposed
- to he funny and one supposed the pantomirne
had significance for some But MIR. Roberts
aDplauded in his heart only when the moor
subsidized, the band played insinuatingly. and
Norah did him once more the honor to dance.
His Uncle George watched them depart.
shaking his head o bit ruefully. Look
Marion" he said, "look at them. What beau
tiful beautiful youth. There is no poem or
picture OF youth like youth itself"
els that why you've been so hopelessly de-
pressed this evening, George, dear? Dear old
George, who has pursued me these months
more Economically than any schoolboy or beau
ever kssedl But he sees two moonstruck
children. and he suddenly feels too old"
Her teasing brought smile to his lips.
"Put it that way" he said "You remember,
Marion, that:I asked you to search your heart
and your head and to let me know. Well,
don't search any more, my dear, and don't let
me know. know myself-that it wouldn't be
fair to you, Marion. I've gone too far along
the road alone. guess You've made me very
happy for time" :,.-.
She patted his fingers. Lets walk out to
the beach" AS they strolled from the room.
up the STAIRWAY and outside into that star
filled Mediterranean night time. she suggested.
"And, OF course, all this remuneration is In
spired by your nephew George?"
Indirectly. yes he admitted. "He let me
understand pretty plainly that would be con-
sidered old fool. Oh know you think
Kirby Is young prig but we're about all that's