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wait minute he said. Where's
Monty?"
The girl called Geraldine an
swered. "Oh, she toddled off TO
some vague theate. or something.
Left note saying she'll be back.
We're having the party without her"
But she's the hostess!"
"Well-who wants a hostess?
Come ont I know where Monty
keeps all the requisites. You can
squeeze lemons"
Another man joined them, inter-
rupting. Hello, Travers," he said
Mind if an old fellow like me
cuts in? Geraldine promised half
an hour ago to give me the next
dance"
That's all right. How're you,
Hart? Playing much golf?"
Made "a yesterday" Bradley
Hart announced smiling. He was
older than the others, handsome
and rather distinguished looking
His face was sun-bronzed and he
was well built, with tendency to-
ward the muscular.
Party like this is no place for
me-" Hart told them. Makes me
feel like a grandfather. Maybe
we better not try that tango"
Don't be like thatl" the girl in
green reproached. "Of course well
try it. Only right now Geraldine's
thirsty. Come on, darlings."
She put an arm around each of
them. Come on and we'll fix some
of that nice pink stuff. Brad, you
can get the ice She led the
way toward the rear of the apart
ment.
VT was one of those evenings
l. which grow gayer. Natalie Price
laughed and flirted and danced.
Brad Hart devoted himself openly
to the young woman in green. At
some time before midnight Inez
Montgomery, the hostess, arrived.
Among Marlboro's socially elect
there was a group who held that
Inez' standing had become some
what blemished following her third
divorce in less than three years,
but Inez was undoubtedly leader
among the younger set.
Young America of the stratum
which regards it's native land as
provincial" looks on business as a
droll mystery in which grandfather
amassed the fortune which has been
increasing ever since, and considers
polo or yachting the truly WORTH
while things in a mans life-these
were the young people who fiocked
to Inez Montgomery's parties.
Rowdy. Unmannerly. The cream
of a social structure built on wealth.
Mark Travers looked down to find
Natalie Juggling as his arm. Lets
go somewhere else" she said. "This
place is getting fantastic"
Travers put down his cocktail
glass.
Right he agreed. They went
off in search of wraps.
Brad Hart and the girl in green
accompanied them. Only the all
night supper clubs were open in
Marlboro at such an hour. They
went to one, stayed through num-
Der by raucous orchestra and
proceeded to another which Hart
recommended.
Mark and Natalie danced. There
were drinks served. Mark and Ma
talie danced again.
At an hour when Natalie Prices
great customarily arose
to start his days work, the girl and
her escort reached the handsome
Price residence.
They stood together before the
entrance. Natalie put a hand on
Mark Travers' arm. Whats the
matter, Mark?" she asked petu-
lantly. you've been crepe-hanger
all night. Why can't you snap out
of it?"
He looked tired and a little sleepy.
Sorry" he said. Didn't know
there was anything to snap out of"
well, there is. You've been a
bearw
Could it be another girl, Natalie
wondered, vaguely. She must find
out about that. Well, they could not
stand there longer.
Il
CHE looked up at him smiling.
~ Maybe it's sleep you need" she
said. Run or you'll meet the milk
manr'
Throwing both arms about the
youths neck she drew his head
down, met his lips with hers. Pres