Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-08-04

Hes acting" thought that young man, con-
scious now Of that detached floating sensa-
ton Its like being at play. He's acting all
over the place It's perfect scene"
Then Nathan became aware that the white
nannels were advancing on him. 'Well?" cried
that dramatic voice. "Well?"
Nathan looked up The rather vague ques-
ton was apparently directed at himself.
''Well?" Again, hotly What do you think
you're going to do about it. Sit there? Just sit
there?"
Nathan glanced at the girl Distinctly her
lips formed the words, Don't CO." So he set
tied back.
The fellow reached over and wrenched his
shoulder
You get out o. here! You're not wanted!
Understand? You're not wanted! That's all
that's the matter with you'll" And the man
wrenched again, excitedly, at that strong
shoulder
Suddenly Nathan sprang up and threw the
white dannels clear across the room. The
shapely body hit the door with bang. Then
Nathan turned to the girl with hesitating-
I'm sorry q. :"
Her eyes widened Look out!" she whis-
pered.
He whirled about just as the man rushed
upon him. For a moment they wrestled
Then Nathan trippsd him and threw him hard
His body careened off the edge of the sofa to
the floor. Then he lay, painting swearing
His absurd yachting cap rolled to the door,
The thought arose, I've notion to muss that
marcelled hair" Then another thought
queer one =. Il don't know these people
They're strangers to me. Not my kind"
He looked down at the abject figure on the
floor. II don't know who you are" he said
crisply, land I don't care. But I can tell
you what you're going to do. You're going out
OF this room and you're going quick. I'll give
you your choice of walking out or being thrown
out If you want my advice, you'll walk But
you haven't got much time. Here's your fool
nat. Come. get up! And get this
II you annoy Miss Dangerfield just once more
IN break your head in Now go none o.
that! Col"
The fellow went Rumpled Red Mutter-
ing. Nathan closed the door on him.
He heard rustic and turned. The girl was
sobbing, murmuring queer, broken sentences,
and clinging to his arm.
FEELING remarkably uncomfortable, he
edged toward the door. This was the odd
est thing yet. Even at the moment he sensed
that. She was simply throwing herself at him.
There were hundreds of thousands of men
who'd give their shirts for such q moment
with Dora DangerfieId. Here he was. He'd
So4S1uACo LAck. 8AHu Llc QIQIl Wa0C lef. ETODs
ably he'd be sorry afterward, but that was how
It was.
IT that fellow tries to bother you again, let
me know" He heard himself saying that. It
sounded pretty lame. pretty inadequate. But
he couldn't help that.
He went straight up to the boat deck. There
they were, Ethel and Charlie Demar In the
same two chairs close together
He stood looking gravely down at them.
He felt old. And profoundly experienced. It
was stirring to sense that he wasn't afraid of
Charlie Demar now. The fellow simply didn't
matter. He wasn't even afraid of Ethel In
sense, even she didn't matter. That was the
queerest thing of all.
How about letting me cut in, Chsrlie?" he
said.
The two Of them, rather surprised, looked at
each other Then Ethel looked up at him You
could see that she was taken aback He'd
never before acted like this.