The Washington times., 1931-05-11

made into a talking picture by
Metro GOldwyn-Mayer with Ma
PiOn Davies in the leading role.J
No, it had been many a day
since close, fervent things had
been said to Jenny.
Ramona, half her age, had
interpreted her with a melan'
choly kind of wisdom.
"Why do you try to deceive
me, as you do the others, with
your icy manner?" he said to
her, with the slight accent that
lifted his lips in flare off his
square white teeth.
my dear boy" she said,
starting to be brittle and ami
hilating in the cocksure way
she had. you are now in the
act of telling me how misunder-
stood ! am"
To her surprise, he was
neither annihilated nor sub
dued, He caught both her slim
cool wings of hands, half
buried under wrist-ruffs, IN the
grip of his own.
A Faint Rebuke
"You must not talk like that
to me. You do not mean what
you say. You are the most In
teresting woman that l know.
One cannot bear to be in the
company of the insipld young
girls, once he has known you.
Do not pretend, Mrs. Rarlck,
that YOU need to be told that
YOU are fascinating. Sometimes
I think you are as Dante would
have been if he had been beau
tif,Il and a woman. Sometimes
I think you are most like Bern
hardt. Then I think you are
like the best of both of them"
"Why, you foolish boy!" she
said the words, from lack OF
conviction, slow and stiff On her
lips, American men simply DID
not look at one like that. They
had not the eyes.
st want to see more OF you'
Mrs, Rarick. I want to know
YOU. Am I impertinent-
He was.
or Just one more admirer.
After all, I cannot be what you
call us in America, such a total
loss,' Mrs. Rarick, or l would
not have the good sense to
recognize so quickly brilliant
and worthwhile woman when I
see one. 1t is easy to dance
with your beautiful girls over
here-but they are not so
ninble with their brains as
with their feet and tongues.
Am impertinent?'
He was. Yet how amusing cf
him! Here was no mere patent
leather-haired gigolo, with a
gift for wearing evening clothes
and making middle-aged women
horrible. Impudent of him
to have insinuated his fingers
up under the fur cuff of her
long, tight Sleeve-in flames
she did not withdraw them
A Line From Him
There was a letter between
Jennys bodice and her flesh,
as she maneuvered before the
mirror. 1t was a line fr )m Ra-
mond, confirming what had been
the hurried arrangement for
this afternoons cocktail.
Lest you forget what is ur1-
forgettably important &c me.
This afternoon at 5, where the
orchids dare not bloom for fear
of comparison.
RAMON"
The d" off the Ramon" had
somewhat excited her more
than the note itself. She was
aware, as she sat up that morn
ing in bed and put the square
white envelope back on her break
fast tray, that her legs, which
were stretched between the
sheets, were trembling and would
have doubled under ner had
she attempted to stand.
A wave OF self-pity, nnt un
1ulACu "lbll NIFIlCIlEu
Jenny as she sat and dipped
Observation-Disclosures into a
small brown bowl of sour or aam.
What a starveling she must be.
If just the ordinary homage and
admiration from a boy such as
Ramon could bring about all
this turmoil within her.
Why, in the last few years
she and Rarick had left off
even pecking each other good
night.
1t was we'll over 20 years
since the days when he had
placed kisses against her lips
when he came home evenings.
or stretched himself out after