Evening star., 1932-08-21

He drove away, nappy and renewed IKE JUS
tice departing from an unregenerate sinner.
She was, indeed impossible. She was every
thing his mother wasn't; she was f1ippant, ag-
gressive, boisterous unconventional, unroman-
tic, unfeminine.
She subtly antagonzed him; his mother fitted
into his every mood. Imagine having to live
with such q shallow creature! He hoped. he
earnestly hoped, never to see her again. What
a night! And, arriving home he read few
chapters OF "Ivanhoe" a sort of mental disin-
fectant before going to bed
It was the next afternoon that he recalled
the remark anent the hazard What's
hazard in golf?" he inquired OF his sole clerk.
"A dofunny," explained that worthy, that
keeps a player from shooting near par. It's
made OF rocks, dirt and grass, and causes lot
of naughty words and perspiration."
Thanks" said Bob, still puzzled.
He was closing his desk for the day when
the telephone rang. Robert Fenton speaking,
he informed courteously.
Hey Bob!" exclaimed q voice, and TO his
dismay, it was Geraldine Stoner's-'this Is
Jerry"
Jerryl Jerry! Not content with aping man
in manners and clothes, she affected mascu-
line nickname
Wanna go anklin' tonight? Bunch of us
decided to give the Grove pavilion break.
Eva thought you might be interested"
I'm sorry" he f1bbed. Il can't go this eve
ming Previous plans prevent
20. K, SAID Sne pfieny. 0ee you a. o. oo
long"
I'm afraid" he suffered, Il don't quite
understand. I" But she had hung up.
His plans, in truth, concerned taking his
mother to a concert II Trovatore' was to be
featured She loved III Trovatore," did his
mother. He loved II Trovatore"
On his arrival home. Mrs. Fenton, however,
said she had headache before he could men
ton the concert. She never looked as though
she had a headache. She averred she was
going to retire early She played Moonlight
and Roses on the piano then, blowing kiss
to him, left the room.
oh by the way, dear" she called over the
banister, Eva ran in this afternoon and in
vited you to dance tonight. took the liberty
of accepting for you. Better wear your blue
serge suit, honey. I had it pressed today"
And she gone.
He resentful. She had let that tanned
upstart invade their privacy, their sanctuary.
Worse she was even conspiring to cause him
mental dsquiet and bodily discomfort. But,
grumblng, he donned the freshly pressed suit
and drove darkly around to the Gentry
residence.
She dashed out, exclaiming she knew he
would change his mind and tumbled into the
seat beside him. almost before the tires ceased
turning.
A GARTER was visible for the moment-she
lipsticked her pert little mouth before
taking time to pull her skirt carelessly over it.
He'd lived % years with his mother and never
to his knowledge had seen her knee. Was there
no limit to the brazenness of the modern miss?
He looked again and saw the garter was
pink, with a black bow And it was twisted.
Twisted, he looked closer, in two places. she
couldn't even keep garter straight! AT tnat'
her knee was rather attractive.
His serge suit was limp and disheveled when
painfully he crawled into bed at 3 that morn
ing. He'd never experienced such torture; 120
pounds of energetic hop-hops in his defense
less arms for five interminable hours. II was
enough to kill an Atlas.
And she had suggested going again the next
night She must be crazy Why didn't people
dance civilized dances as they did long ago?
The Virginia reel for instance? That was q
real dance his mother often proclaimed-not q
wrestling bout
Work was trying that day, but his consoa-
tion was he would have few quiet hours WIN