The Washington times., 1931-05-20

among his guests in his striped
trunks, dragging shrinking and
reluctant maidens, with dry,
beautifully powdered legs, to
the waters edge, immersing
them, leaping back up the hill
sides for more Of his strange
and spectacular prey.
Berry. there's Leslie! In the
black suit"
She felt his head move; but
even as she spoke she pressed
it down again into her lap.
"She must be looking for us!
Why the dickens did we do
this, Berry? It's this loony
moonlight. We've been gone
over an hour. Leslie shouldn't
let herself get this tipsy.
Thank goodness, she's going to
Give. 1t will sober her. Berry.
hadn't we better slide around
to the house and get into bath
ing suits and ooze quietly into
the crowd? Oh, Berry, hate
to"
He raised his tousled and
troubled-looking head.
A Denial Sought
"Guess we'd better" he said,
with a sudden kind Of sober
ness.
It made her wild that what
she had just said should have
this power over. him.
Berry" she cried, and
caught his face in the cup of
her hands and drew it to hers
closely; Berry darling-tell
me the low-down-let me hear
you deny, yourself, the horrid
rumor that you and Leslie
oh-oh-no-"
Due to a loud series of
shouts through cupped hands
which Tom Edgerton was di-
recting at an electrician, the
entire scene below suddenly
slipped into the incredible
beauty of a moonsilvered dark
ness, the cone of searchlight
shooting upward like a great
tusk of ivory, drenching the
hilltop forest in glare, drench-
ing the figures of Jennifer and
Berry, lying there so closely
face to face on their bed of
moss.
To the bathers beneath, it
was as if the heavens had
opened in the fashion that was
supposed to reveal God seated
on a throne of mother-of-pearl.
Only, there sat Berry and
Jennifer instead. bathed in in.
calculable amperes of lumin-
osity.
There You Are"
The figure on the tip edge
Of the diving-board was a
figure transfigured.
Leslie" cried Henrietta Ed.
gerton to her daughter-the
only voice to find itself in that
binding shift of scene-''Leslie;
don't!"
The spring-board began to
jiggle. It made a creaking
noise. Then came the voice of
Leslie, poised on the tip of the
springboard, her arms shooting
out as her silhouette became
a cross.
There you are!" screamed
Leslie, and danced up and down
on the spring board. There
you are!"
"Leslie!" shouted Henrietta
Edgerton.
There you are!" called Les
lie up to the glare on the hill
top. Pretty ones! I'll tell the
world! "1'll tell the world"
"Leslie!"
World, that's my husband
up there! We were married
yesterday. Never mind why,
Keep this marriage a secret for
him a few weeks, so he can set
tie his affairs?
THE devil I will! What al.
fairs? His five-and-ten-cent af-
fairs.
The devil 1 will screamed
Leslie, and dived.
At 4 o'clock of tnat trans
lucent October morning, with a
moon still retreating in high
sky, the only daughter of the
thirteenth richest man in the
world sat crouched in q nuddle
no larger than a spaniel out
side the door of DR.. Garkes.
Not Quite Clear
She did not quite clearly
know why she was there, except
that inchoately, fragmenCarily
her fuddled brain had tale-
graped to her fuddled feet the
road to GerkeS. She did not
know why.
Truth of the matter was,
she was generally not quite