Evening star., 1932-05-30

in sewing circies-at the younger sets
Thursday Night Bridge Club, at the
Country Club dances, the subject was
thoroughly thrashed out
Mrs Harmon, president of the River
ton Ladies Sewing Club, couldn't take
q book from the library without bring
ing up the subject with little freckle-
faced Geneva HaineS, who was librarian.
Il really can't think what to do
about the next meeting at my house. If
I ask this girl Joyce then Cora won't
come And if don't ask her q.
well, my husband was telling me he
wanted her to buy some of that new
issue of gas stock and after all, there's
no need to snub her. :"
"Of course, when she lived here be-
fore none of us knew her-not really
knew her" f1uttered Geneva, and
every freckle seemed tp twinkle with
earnestness, but after all, as you say,
to be big about this thing; for after all,
she is enormously rich, and she's been
everywhere, and. after all, travef is SO
broadening.
And it's all very we'll" went on
Mrs. Harmon fretfully, "for Cora to
expect us to take up her quarrelS. but
Cora doesn't like to play second fiddle,
and that's what she promises to be for
five years at least, from what I hear Of
the old mans will, and Natalie and
Cora Cameron never
'Shh-h! Here she comes"
Geneva's fervent whisper as Joyce came
into the library.
Mrs. Harmon discreetly stopped and
pretended to be so absorbed in the titles
of the lower row Of books that she was
unaware of another's presence. Both
pair Of eyes turned to follow the grace
full figure of the girl as she left,
1t remained for Mrs. Lloyd Weaver
to take the bit in her teeth and bolt at
the head of public opinion.
A canny word from Lawyer Weaver
to his sagacious wife and Joyce received
an invitation to the Country Club dance,
which was quite the peak of Riverton
society. Not only was the invitation
proffered, but it was Immediately fol-
lowed by Norman'S offer to drive her
to the club.
Riverton society might have spared
Itself the perpleXity. Young Mrs Roger
Cameron, it appeared, wanted none of
it Joyce Smothered a contemptuous
little smile and discreetly begged to be
excused
Why are you so remote?" asked
Norman irritably. Joyce had come
down to his fathers Office on business,
and Norman had Immediately inveigled
her into his own private office.
1t was hot day toward the last of
Summer so hot that the women's heels
sunk into the asphalt Of Main street
and left little half moons in the soft
surface
Norman thought how coolly lovely
Joyce looked. She wore a chiffon dress,
fashionably long, and of a pale orchid
which deepened the violet light in her
eyes. Norman found himself remem-
bering the long-ago twilight when he
had thought her eyes looked like pools
of purple ink
The loose waves of her hair were
parted and brought to soft fiat knot
at the back of her neck An exotic and
metropolitan figure which made River
ton girls, bobbed and shirt-skirted to a
stereotyped pattern, appear stale and
uninteresting by contrast.
In the dusk of the office here back
grounded by the tiers of pigskin law
books Joyce was a vision to make a
young mans heart beat faster
.I She turned deep blue eyes upon him.
Don't try to pretend!" Norman said
harshly You've avoided me ever since
you came back, Joycei You turned