Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-09-14


serious. Look here, 1 t0Gnt to tell you
something. This party IOGs sort OF a
lark, but
had ever met. They swung 10 the rhythm as il
they had practiced together for months ana
soon they talked as if they had known each
other for years In fact Dotty found herself
so much at ease with him that she found IL
hard to remember that she was Miss klngores
secretary, and not just the stock girl IN chill
drens wear.
PUT Maize was making Roadway with Mr..
- Cort the boating man. from all signs, and
Dotty felt that she must stay with the mas
ouerade She could see that Mazies intentions
toward that yacht we're serious, and that only
a little persuasion on the part of the owner
would convince Miss Killgore that she could
really bear to give up her job as head buyer.
Dotty and Pelder sat out the last dance,
while Maize and Cort circled to the latest Irv-
ing Berlin moan. Suddenly Pelders NICE plue
eyes became really serious.
Look here Miss Hale, I want to tell you
something before Cort and Miss KiIgore come
back. This party was sort Of a-iark But-
we'll 1 didn't know a girl like you was likely
to turn up. I'd like to see you again. Only
you see I'd like to explain"
Just what he was going to explain at this
point Dotty never knew. At this second Maize
and Cort Joined them, and there was the hustle
t~ANesA ~Sc-N
Maize put up by insisting that she and her
secretary" would go home alone. together in the
taxi
my mother is so particular, you know. And
its just over on East Fiftieth. said I was
going to ccncert-I SO seldom do this kind
of thing"
("shes telling the truth theret" thought
Dotty)
So they parted at the curb, Maize all aristo-
cratic languor-"and call again soon, Mr..
Cort" Dotty and Pelder exchanged look as
the taxi door slammed. She wished she would
see him again--but if he knew she was only
a stock girl, and that the whole evening was
bluff-her last sight of him standing on
the sidewalk, his curly, bare head towering
above the crowd.
once around the corner Maize stopped the
cab briskly, paid the quarter, and started to-
ward the subway entrance. Her mother, up In
Harlem probably wouldn't be in the least sur
prised, no matter what hour she got home.
Gosh, I'm tired" she yawned You did
great Dotty. I'm making Roadway with that
fellow. How was your horse friend?"
"All right. Good night, Maize. Thank you"
"G'night."
For several weeks the memory of Donald Pei
der-his quick warm smile, his handsome. sum
burned face, his general air of health and WELL
being, haunted Dotty. If only she could some-
how see him again. But what was the use
she might as well forget about it. And she
tried to. Maize didn't seem over friendly and
then one day she wasn't at Klein's any more.
There were whispers of an imported dress from
her department having mystsriously disap-
peared. And Dotty's only chance of seeing
Donald left with her
A drenching June rain gave Dotty b; onchitis,
and for two weeks she was miserably sick in
her lonely little room. Shs dragged herself
back to Kleins only to be told that her place
had been filed They were so sorry. This was
the slack season. But in the Fall
DOTTY bumped into Maize she came out
of the store. There was a harder look. a
worn look in the older girls eyes. She was
wearing a shoddy-looking dress that had been
very gay once.
Had anything to eat, KIDD" she asked Dotty.
Gee. you look like ghost. Come on, guess
1 can stake you to chocolate matted, anyway.
So YOU got fired?" She laughed in hollow
tone $50 did J. Great game, isn't it?''
Dctty went along with Maize. Not because
f1oa,tinned- ON Sea,enfecath Pnna