Evening star., 1932-07-25
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tend to this business in the shortest pos
sible time compatible with its eventu-
ating-properly" They were crossing
street. Tell me, Tony, are you going
to miss me-a little?" He helped her
up, ever SO lightly over the curb.
"A little?" Tony felt that something
solid, something substantial and de-
pendable was being pulled from be-
meath her still uncertain feet. "I'll miss
you a lot. I hope you'll be coming
back-soon." Her evenings, when she
was not at class, would be empty. There
would be no one to talk it over when
work snarled at the studio. Donald
Kemp had given her great deal OF
himself. comradeship, mature advice.
acquaintance with a world she had
never known, world of sole meuniere,
crepes Suzette and what they repre-
sented in the scale of living.
Sooner than soon, If I can manage
it." Kemp pressed her arm. Then,
hesitantly: Il wonder if you would re-
sent my asking you something per-
sonal?"
Ask me and see" Tony challenged
Il know you are stranger in the
city. What will you do with your time
when you aren't busy?"
Il was thinking of that. You've been
so kind. We've had such interesting
times together, I've forgotten what it's
like to be lonely"
80 have I. I've been lonely, Tony
in spite of the law which drives me at
top speed to keep up with its practice.
The law and other things that compli-
cate my life. 1 shouldn't want to think
of you as being alone and unhappy.
And yet I'm selfish enough not to want
others to be doing the things for you I
should like to do"
His frankneSS diSarmed her Was he
jealous anticipating what or who might
take his place in her life? No. not that
Jealousy was mean and skulking. His
admission was merely an expression of
his dominance. He disliked to think
how that which touched his life pleas
antly might escape him.
Tony smiled up into his face
I've an idea," she said. Mr.. Mon
tieu gave me a very nice little bonus
for sketch of an evening gown. He
calls 1t 'Grey-dawn' I'll use the money
for extra classes at the League"
7 don't know-an work and no
"Oh, but 1t wouldn't be work at a..
It's really play, doing what you like
most to do, don't you think?"
Kemp agreed that it very often was
just that. He seemed relieved, almost
gay.
Then when think Of you I may
visualize very earnest and a very
beautiful young girl bending over her
drawing board"
Ernest, perhaps" Tony agreed, "but
hardly beautiful
THAT is modest Of you, but not true.
You are beautiful, Tony A clean fresh
beauty, refreshing to the mind, sooth-
ing to the senses. Somehow you re-
mind me often of an orchard knew as
boy. I used to go there in the early
morning when the apple trees were in
blossom. I would sniff them until my
head swan. Then I'd lie down, let the
petals fall on me and pretend they
were snow And I'd be heady all day
from drinking in their sweetness.
You're apple blosoms-just as dainty
and sweet and heady."
She was a little frightened. Donald
Kemp had never spoken like this to
her before. Beauty moved him, but not
to speech. However, she was sure she
was not beautiful. Was Donald Kemp
crazy about her, as Lee had asserted?
Was he seeing her through eyes Of love
that invested even the most common
place with beauty? He must not spoil
their nice friendship, their calm COM
panionship. Love was feverish and
poignant. 1t could hurt so devastat-
ingly. He would be hurt, for she had
no love to offer him in return. She
owed him so much-her place at Mon
tieu's. her study at the League, her
escape from what easily might have
been long years of mediocrity if not of
immediate failure.
That's long speech and very
gallant one" she laughed. You're
leaving at once?" Guide his thoughts
away from her Talk about his pro-
posed trip. Talk about him.
Tomorrow. There's an express at 10
that will save time I should like to
make it the next day so we might have