Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1931-05-10

II DOmeRTHnaUc. S7TccA eyes 1oAdCk
hair that grew purple when the
- moon was faint. skin that war
lovelier than the color CT gold. Mysterious.
For three weeks now the girl had been in
his blood. Her words had gone singing through
his head Other people might talk about the
weather . the mail from home the spell
of the southern land the sorcery OF the
moon that splaslhed the long white beach
But he knew.
He had found a gypsy maiden with wisp
of red for skirt and yellow scarf for
blouse.
He had caught the barbaric rhythm in her
laughter He had crushed her lips beneath
his own until they were bruised
He had been spent. But she had only
laughed. Laughed and run away along the
white sand by the star-rimmed lake.
But he had caught her. Brought her back.
Made her cease her laughing until she, too,
was still and hushed and waiting.
And he was going to marry Catherine Oat-
lev whose wide blue eyes had never spanned
the road to Paradise in one single burning
glance; whose SLIM white hands were cool and
quiet. Not like the restless amber OF q gypsy .
palms
He was going to marry Catherine Oatley
when Summer ended. She would have cards
made with their names engraved sne
would match the mint-green linen of her nap
kins with breakfast cups and saucers and
would remind him now and then, as they grew
older, of the inn where they had loitered on
o sunny holiday as guests OF the same mouse
party.
IF THEIR hostess had not staged her party In
] Hunnania, with its sun bright days and star
strew1a nights David might have gone ON low
ing Catherine.
She had satisfied him back home. But there
had been no saffron moon that tumbled on
the edge of a perilous sea. No roads that
dared a man and maiden.
She could dance lightly to the sob Of q
cello and wall of saxophone with strong
arm around her waist. But she never gave
herself to the winds while she whirled faster
and faster or slower and slower, in green
glade some place. Any place. Just because
the wind blew and the sea sang and man
watched.
It was madness David knew. He must get
over 1T. He must not meet the girl again.
B0 always when he made that resolve he ran
the more quickly to the trySting place. Once,
when he would not let himself go, he saw her
elm face laughing at the window.
He had not thought that he would be salts
fed with pagan charm He had wanted 90
much more. But now the satin touch OF .
gypSy's skin set every nerve ajar.
Catherine had noticed his strange restless
ness and had laughed at him. A sweet little
laugh that made him think of the clnk Of ice
In tall glasses But the gypsys laughter was
warm with the juices Of all the purple and
crimson fruits that gave wine-fragrance to the
valley.
''The gypsy girl who brings the vegetables
has her eyes on you Stanton" one Of the men
az the party had leased him at lunch the day
It rained SHES worth the third glance,
though The place abounds in gypsieS.
Thieves Rubbish
"Stopl" David had been surprised at the
force Of his own words. Surprised and en-
barrassed SO he turned the matter on as o
lest Just because she's winning the beauty
count doesn't mean that she's slipping IN the
uuicksand along with the other rowing ladies.
She might teach the rest Of US a thing or two"
David always does champion the poor and
oppressed" Weber Burns laughed. Does she
make good copy for the stories you're trying 10
write, old mani"
"She doesn't belong on paper. She's too alive
and brilliant"
He changed the conversation abruptly. Want
70 take a walk Catherine?"
"a walk? In this deluge? I'd be drenched.
The whole sky's falling in. We're going to play
bridge this afternoon David, darling tenth
Of a cent point"
~P gcing to take a walk" he answered.
'-Then youn do an errand for me, won't you,
hOney7"
She slipped a ring from her finger; the ring
that he had given her. For a second the blue
green stone caught the witchery Of hidden
caves at the oceans depth and Haunted them
WickedIy.
THE stone Is little loose. Will you ask
the man in the bead shop to fix it? I'm afraid
that something might happen to it. can't
leave it in my room Things are disappear