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

Mr.. Luter remarked casually, to the table
at large. that he had q friend who worked In
a brokers' Office in Wall street and got 5000
a month and had q fiat in Jersey. MIR. Luter
turned red as he tardily realized they might
think he was left-handedly saying q fellow who
worked in brokers' Office could not afford to
dine at the Biltmore. He made matters worse
by confusedly adding that his friend was quite
thrifty.
Miss Marshby tactlessly asked Miss Murray
If she didn't think young folk. nowadays need
ed to learn what frugality meant.
II think" reluctantly murmured the pretty
girl, evading the eyes of Mr.. Arnold. shat q
person ought to save when he is young. 1t
shows, well, character"
Speaking of showing things, cut in Sammy,
he offered to show Miss Murray the moon from
the beach and she, to somebody's chagrn gra-
ciously accepted the invitation.
At IL she and Sammy returned from the
luna sightseeing trip. 1t had evidently given
Mr.. Skies an appetite. for at the door he ex-
planned he might so down to the boardwalk to
get a hamburger-he always like a nbble be-
fore joining Morpheus.
AS Miss Murray started for the hall. figure
arose from a chair in the shadows and the
pleasant voice of Mr. Arnold begged "Oh,
please don't so in yet Miss Murray. The night
is so beautiful Won't you give me the pleasure
of your company for little while?"
1t was nice speech. thought the girl. 1t
would have done justice to an Alexandra Du-
mas hero she decided. So she sank into a
rocker he brought forward, and in the moons
beams her profile made fascinating picture.
You remind me of painting of Wat
teau Shepherdess," enthused the man, that
once saw in Paris. I almost bought it."
You did?" responded Miss Murray bit
coldly IT thought a Vatican canvas was
priceless"
"Pardop meo~ said Mr. Arnold co,rtao,rl,,
ooh, pardon mel" cried she, contrftely.
Forgive mel That was rude! I don't know
what made me say it."
But she did know what made her say it. It
was begat of her disappointment that Mr.. Ar
mold. so handsome and boyish, uttered evident
untruths and exaggerations. He really didn't
look like the kind of fellow who would stoop
to lies to impress a girl. But If he could af-
ford travel and priceless pictures, why did he
spend his vacation at an average place like
Mrs. Galatians?
HT ET'S change the subject" offered Mr.
Arnold. Il was just thinking Of an old
song. with one word transpoSed. Down BY the
Old Gulf Stream, Where I First Met You With
Your Eyes So Blue" and so forth ct cetera
Do you remember it?"
Il remember all except the ct cetera part"
she teased. But which girl are you talking
about?"
which girl!' exclaimed the young man.
(which girl! Why haven't met any girl in
Oceanside except you"
Il thought" weakly rebutted she, you might
have been speaking of Miss Marshby"
Little girls shouldn't tell fibs," he scolded,
and then hitched his chair closer to the lovely
f1bber.
They became close friends all right. In time
they deserted the chairs - this was several
weeks later-and moved to settee in the cor
ner. She let him put his arm on the settee's
back. She let him. eventually. put his arm on
her shoulders And one night she let him
kiss her.
ITS the only time you can," she explained.
with a pathetic choke in her luscious voice.
Because we haven't much time to be together.
You will go one way, and will go another.
We may never meet again."
Who said SOP" he asked indignantly i'm
polite "New York is big. but taxiS are fast"
"Taxis!" she calculated. "Oh, Neil, you will