Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-09-08

70 De spendtnrnt clerk In a brokers'
office can't afford taxis. He ought to stick to
the LIS and SubwayS"
THEN she lectured him on deceit and econo-
mics. Mrs. Luter had warned her that
many young men, in vacation time were not
what they seemed. There were hundreds of
John Barrymores, Scott Fitzgeralds and Cor
nelius Vanderbilts in such resorts as Oceanside,
Miami and Colorado Springs-but when back of
the barber chairs and counters they were Just
plain Harry Smiths and Tommy Browns
Also. she was aware Of the poetic fact that
when beggars on horseback he likes to make
believe he's prince. Therefore, She Miss
Murray would really think more of Mr. Ar
mold If he would stop giving people the i'm
preston he was a big financier-she'd like him
considerably better if he would admit to his
40 or so per week.
Then, while on the subject she might Just
as well say she wished he would be more saw
ing. She had refused TO let him buy her that
SILK beach parasol because 1t cost entirely too
much She didn't like, moreover for him TO
take her to the roof dancing places because the
park plan places along the boardwalk were
mucn cheaper, and his dollars thus saved
would come in handy some rainy day
"' AMY day!'" he repeated. after know
ing you, honey I'll never have rainy
day-theyN all be sunny and happy. For I'm
going to be. want to be, with you always.
love you, Evelyn! You're my dream-girl-
you're beautiful, practical ambitious, learned
and sweet I want to care for YOU You'll
never nave to slave again-youn want for
nothing. viii you marry me, darling?"
The girl gazed at him slowly and delil,er
ately. Neil" she said, II do love YOU No!
No! Stay away! I won't marry you unless
you tell the real truth about yourself"
"Nothings easier" he rejoined laughinely.
nay name Is Neil p. Arnold I have a broker
age business In Wall street I'm rated a mil
honaire. have three cars, a yacht a home ON
Riverside drive and pretty soon I'll have the
loveiest, sweetest, darlingest wife in the world"
You are bit premature" YEARLY demurred
EVELYN. arising. All too obviously she was
tragicaIy disappointed in Neil P. Arnold. a
gentleman who, at such disappointment be-
came too distraught even to argue And the
evening was ended
HE next afternoon. alphabetically, they went
swimming Evelyn was an eyeful in her
suit-bathers ecstatically hummed "Oh, the
See, the Beautiful Beautiful See!"-and an
elderly Englshman moved closer to get two
eyefuls. Observing him, Evelyn's companion
with glad cry rushed forward and grasped
the person by the arm
Here Evelyn" he rhapsodied, sis proof
visible and ndsputable! Hello, Parks. old bowl
Parks has been my valet, Evelyn, for three
years. Tell her, Parks!"
The Engishman, however, frowningly pulled
loose his arm. Sir" he retorted frigidly you
have evidently made mistake do not know
you" And moment later he was lost in the
throng
Evelyn looked drearily at her young man.
who CRASHED his molars LAS soon as get on
my clothes" he pronounced, tight Tipped I'm
going TO wire for identification to my chum at
the Lotus Club, and to my banker for 500 600
and maybe that will prove am genuine"
That evening at dinner, Mrs. Callahan wad-
died in with two kilograms for Mr.. Arnold who
triumphantly handed them, unopened to Miss
Murray.
The lady slit the flaps and with no surprise
read: This bank has no account in your
name" and kilograms from Neil P. Arnold
to Jay Desmond, Lotus Club, New York, re-
fused. Oceanside Office She returned them
to Mr. Arnold, who perused them with osten-
Sibe astoniShment. His face redeemed his
eyes flashed, and grim line came to his mouth
Il hope it isn't bad news" commiserated
Mrs. Luter. kilograms mean death to me-"
They could be bills for his suite at the Bilt-
more" offered the hosiery salesman
"You shut up!' f1ared the ladylike Miss Muir
ray desperately. TIT is bad news" And
she rushed, sobbing, from the room
Il can't explain it," anguished the broker.
or bum, the ensuing morning when after dnuch
effort he had cornered sullen Miss Murray "I
could swear I am sane. There's a CHASTITY mis-
take somewhere I need fresh air. Let's go
for a walk. Plesse!"
He looked so sad they went down to look at
the sad sea waves and they derived a sad
sort OF comfort from them
Hello, Arnold" abruptly doomed a deep
bass voice back of them, and Arnold turned to
meet. with incredulous joy, the jocose gaze of
stout, elderly gentleman. TITS Sloan-Jasper
Sloan, head of the big investment company!
Belongs to my golf club" he whispered to
Evelyn. Now you'll be convinced"
HEIelln Arnold reneatad tl,a otI,a. i...,a1L--