The Washington times., 1930-08-05
CHAPTER 2

ller and began the long pull up
the California Street l1ili.
Cathie lurched against her
companion, murmured Excuse
me-" and braced herself in her
corner. She ought to talk, to
say something bright and, in
tereSting. but she couldn't think
of anything. Most men would
be expecting her to. but Gordon
Moore didn't seem to. She stole
another look at him &. oh
dear. so handsome! And not
the least ,conceited . She
could have cried, she was so
happy.
Just before they reached the
Marx Hopkins, Cathie thought
Of her mother L.. what would
she say? What would anybody
say? But she was too excited
to really care. The taxi was
stopping. They had driven
right UP to the door, and q man
In q long coat and brass hut
tons was helping her out With
all the elegance OF q grand
duke, at least. though he wEs
only the doorman, of course.
Day Dreaming
.:'T wish it were night, and /
had an evening gown. One Of
those new glimsy ones, with q
train!" she thought, as they
we're walking through the lobby,
into q great, cool dining room.
It would have been fun to come
In at night, with Mr.. Moore
wearing a tuxedo J. he'd
look wonderful in one
Ard she'd, be wearing black.
too, black net, no black velvet,
with a long, swishing something
behind her.
what are you laughing at?"
Gordon demanded, watching
the dinple trembling at the
corner of her smiling mouth.
But she Just shook her head
and pretended to be interested
in the view from the window
in which their table was placed.
She was really thinking about
the only train she had ever had.
The brown velour couch cover
off the parlor sofa. The rainy
days that had gone Whizzing
by while she and Ruth took
turns -. Ruth always kept
1t the longest because she was
the Oldest, and cry-baby Jean
trying to step on it. because
they said she was too little to
play lady.
He ordered for her. Things
he thought she would like.
Chicken, q salad, iced tea in
tall glasses, the wildest-sound-
ing dessert. Il turned out to
be q sort of cream puff filled
with ice cream, covered with
chocolate, topped with an ava
lsnche OF whipped cream. He
toyed with his. How could
anyone eat o. thing like that?
She devoured hers silently and
thoroughly. scraping UP the, last
dab Of whipped cream. leaving
the cherry for the last.
But you didn't eat yours!''
she cried when she had fin.
ished. and only the chocolate
sEneared lace paper dolly on the
white plate was left.
I'D rather synnke0 He ex.
tended q package of cork-tipped
cigarettes, in pigskin case.
''Have oneg''
Cathie laughed out loud.
"Of course not" she said. =
Like Magazine Ad
It was nearly 2 o'clock when
they had finished luncheon and
started out on what Moore de
clared was to be a triumphal
te of the town.
What you need" he told
her, laughing, lis a walk, after
all that whipped cream and
stuff. 9th srWise you're likely
TO curl up In a corner and go
to sleep!"
i am not!" she retorted spir-
itedly.
But he made her walk for
all that. They made a pretty
picture, the pair of them, strid-
ing down the hilly streets, the
man tall and dark and power
fully built, the girl little and
fair and 1.-the. People looked
at them, and Cathie's cheeks
turned, deeper pink and her
eyes q brightCI, more laughing
blue. She was conscious that
she was looking her best, and
glad, oh, SO glad, that Ruth
had let heI wear her new blue
suit, and that Jean had loaned
her the coral beads. st look
IKE q magazine ad." she
thought happily. catching q
glimpse Of herself in a win.
dow. +" Like a school girl
complexion, or q snappy clothes
for rainy days only I haven't
any umbrella, and 1t isn't rain
ing " anyway. don't think
he's ashamed Of me, but of
course he's used to much
sweller girls, debutantes and
all that - I'll probably wake
lip pretty soon and find out
that il never happened at all!"
They swung down the hills TO
the shopping section. looking In
w1@dows as they went. but lots