Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-05-27
Continued From Yesterdays Starr
SEVENTH INsTALLMENT.

THg respite afforded to their
patrons car drums by the sud-
den cessation of activity on the
i part Of the Buddies proved OF
brief duration. Men like these
eX-colleg.ans. who have really got the
saXophone virus into their systems. sell
dom have long lucid intervals between
the attacks. Very soon they were at it
again. and Mr.. Molloy, rising. led Pat
CALAMITY out onto the floor. His daugh-
ter. following him with bright eye as
she busted herself with a lipstick,
laughed amusedly.
She little knowS!"
John. like Pat short while before,
had fallen into a train of thought. From
this he now woke with a start to the
realization that he was alone with this
girl and presumably expected by her to
make some effort at being entertaining.
L beg your pardon?" he said.
Even had he been less preoccupied, he
would have found small pleasure in this
tete-a-tcts. Miss Molloy-her father adj
dressed her as Dolly-belonged to the
type of girl in whose society a diffdent
man is seldom completely at ease. There
hung about her like an aura sort OF
hard glitter. Her challenging eyes were
of a bright hazel-beautiful, but in
timidating. She looked supremacy sure
of herself.
Il was saying" she explaided, that
your Girl Friend little knows what she
has taken on, going out to step with
Soapy"
"Soapy?"
1T seemed to John that his compan-
ion had momentarily the appearance of
being a little confused.
My father, I mean" she said quick
~. Il call him Soapy"
"Oh?" said John He supposed the
practice of calling a father by nick
name in preference to the more old
fashioned style of address was the latest
fad of the modern girl.
"Soapy," said Miss Molloy, developing
her theme has two left feet" She
emitted another little gurgle of laughter
There! Would you just look at him
now!"
John was sorry to appear dull. but.
cycling, Mr.. Molloy as requested, he
could not see that he was doing any
thing wrong. On the contrary, for one
past his first youth, the man seemed to
him enviably efficient
I'm afraid I don't know anything
about dancing" he said, apologetically.
AT that, you're ahead of Soapy. He
doesn't even suspect anything. When
ever get into the ring with him and
come out alive. I reckon I've broke
even. It isn't so much his dancing on
my feet that 1 mind-it's the way he
jumps on and off that Stays me. Don't
you ever hoot?"
"Oh. yes. Sometimes. A little"
well, come and do your stuff, then.
I can't sit still while they're playing
that thing"
John rose reluctantly, Their brief
conversation had made it clear to him
that in the matter of dancing this was
a girl of high ideals, and he feared he
was about to diSappoint her. If she re-
garded with derision quite ADEQUATE
performer like Mr. Molloy, she was OBJ
viously no partner for him. But there
was no means of avoiding the ordeal.
He backed her out into midStream, hop
ing for the best.
Providence was in kindly mood. BY
now the floor had become so congested
that skill was at a discount. Even the
SalloW youths with the marched hair
were finding little scope to do anything
but shuttle. This suited Johns in
dividual style. He, too, shufied; and,
playing for safety, found, that ne was
getting along better than he could have
expected. His tension relaxed, and he
became conversational.
do you often come to this placer"
he asked, resting his partner against
the slim back of one of the marcelled-
hair brigade who, like himself, had been
held up in the traffic block.
"I've never been here before. And
It'll be long time before come again.
A more gosh. awful aggregation of yells
for help than this gang of Whippets,"
said Miss Molloy surveying the COM
pany with critical eye, I've never
seen. Look at that dame with the eye
glass"
Rather weird" agreed John.