Evening star., 1932-07-31

reason, you make me feel like a small boy and
a god all mixed up in one"
This seems so unreal I don't understand
how it happened quickly. But like the
idea mister; like the idea. I mustn't stay
here any longer The family viii be in an
awful pet Call me later about the week end"
Aficc rode up in the elevator. Her happiness
siimn,ed around her and she felt though she
were walking ON velvet She was tnrning her
key in the lock when her mother, pinch faced
and worried. opened the door.
Mrs Feutm stopped for preliminary
greeting.
where have you been until TINS hour?
6Eh, yon- fathers asleep. why Alice, whats
the matter with you?''
Alice walt1ed the little body round and
round the foyer while 1t struggled weakly and
muttered Fer heavens sakes, for heavens
sakes-"
She finally sat her mother down ON a chair
paused dramatically and said: "Hark ye hark
ye I'm in love. The same kind of love that
made Elose and Abelard immortal, the same
kind of love that made Antony and Cleopatra
give and give, the same kind of love that makes
the gum-chewers think Coney Island is Para
disc, the same kind"
Ssh, you'll wake your father. With whom?
Where cid you meet him?"
With Dan, OF course"
DOOR Mrs. Fentm was as bewildered a
setting hen ON glass eggs and nearly as
frantic. And the higf1ty answers of Alice
weren't clearing the atmosphere at all
I'm afraid the best thing for you to do is
lake cold shower and go to bed
Mrs Fenton held up resigned cheek, was
absently kissed by her hitherto normal daugh-
ter and trotted of to spend the remainder of
a restless night.
Alice took the shower, climbed into bed and
Immediately fell asleep to dream of symphony
playing "Stardust" led by small boy with
hot dog as a baton.
Her bedrhone awakened her at II and she
leaned sleepily on an elbow she yawned
"'lnooo."
III bet you look amusing all rlmpled from
sleep" Dan greeted her.
Am I supposed to believe that you're a
thing of beauty at the first crack of dawn"
was the curdled reply.
Thank heaven. I couldn't bear woman
who woke with song in her soul How long
does it take you to get used to the horror of a
new iay?"
well, I'm never much good until after the
third cup Of coffee" she admitted.
SWELL I'll be around for you at noon and
We make Westport IN time for late lunch.
Meanwhile just relax and think what a lucky
girl you are
'sPhooey" quoth our heroine and hung up.
Alice rolled over and tried to sleep again,
but little shooting pains OF happiness kept her
awake She had reached the conclusion that
love a very superior business when her
mother came in.
Alice dear" she began when her bleak eye
fell upon her daughters head, your hair! In
the sunlight Oh, my dear, it's too awful
Look"
She thrust a mirror into the girls hand.
And Alice looked.
The hair was red. Incredibly piercingfy, i'm
perative;y red.
Alice's emotions swung from pinnacle OF
delirious happiness to the darkest depths OF
misery. The only man who'd ever been wheop-
ingly IN love with her had probably fallen in
love with her red hair, which wasn't her red
hair at all
The whole affair seemed suddenly tawdry.
The old get-your- game. 1t wasn't the sort
of thing you could confess to anybody. 1t had
none of the psthos of a raspberry mole.
She couldn't tell DAN He probably had
ideals or something. And nobody with ideals
would understand about hair dyeing.
The doorbe1l rang and in a burst of dramatic
despair she flung herself ON her bed and told
her mother to tell Dan she couldn't go.
After about 10 minutes Mrs Ferton came