Evening star., 1932-07-24
By B. Janeith Knight

she told the moon. II haven't exactly been
Johnathan's sister,"
Huge chunks Of silence. The angry set of his
head the defiant tilt of his chin amused her.
Made her angry. too. She wanted to make him
explode once more.
I'm just Bat Winton.' airily, "just little
Bat Winton. looking for :. for a hickory tree
and good time"
She hummed from East of the Western
Seas" to IN Try Somebody Else; You Try
Somebody Else"
Stop singing that song" he snapped
She subsidized giggling softly. In silence
so loud it shouted they finished the drive to
her apartment. She gathered her coat quickly
about her, jumped from the car ran up the
steps, all before he set the brake and turned
off the ignition.
"You needn't come up Johnathan" she
called, and let the door slam behind her.
One whole day he forced himself not to
telephone her. The little snip-snob." he
snorted angrily to some papers that would not
get themselves into shape, III never call her
again. She'll have to call me-"
At the next morning he wrapped on her
door, commandingly. She answered coming
slowly singing Justify. You Try Somebody
Else; I'll Try Somebody Else" "Mike" as
she threw wide the door.
Don't sing that song" he begged
She wanted to laugh at the difference in
tone. The first time it was demanding angry.
This morning it was supplicating. pleading.
II came for breakfast" he said
I'D adore having you" She finished. Come
in quickly. I'm famished.'
The conversation was decidedly impersonal
while they made orange juice, coffee, scrambled
eggs. beat up little mufhns-the table set,
company fashion, by the big open window
Its good coffee" he smiled across at her.
I'm sorry, Batola, that 1 so cross about
Pete. He just isn't the sort of man you'd
ah0.,t
duce you to lot of others if you want me to.
I'd probably murder them the first time l
found any one of them here But +. -
"Oh, let's have them over" she cried, I'D
adore a murder"
Infant" He pushed back, lit cigarette.
Its going to be hot What say We HE beach
ward?"
The world was right once more
A hour later they were stretched on the
sands at the nearest beach
Just what do you get out of your hickory
tree fable? What does it mean to you?" he
asked suddenly.
THE unattainable, I think" she mused
like the papa chipmunk, who knew Of the
wonderful hickory tree. but couldn't 60 to it
because Of the cares Of his family
You? Cares?" He laughed. rolling nearer;
mocking her seriousness with merry eyes.
Il thought you-" she Topped on her back
threw an arm over her eyes, lest they tell too
much. my cares seem to be summed up in
the fact that do not know what want"
do you want to 60 back to Hilltop"
mo" emphaticaly, II won't 60 back there
I feel I must head forward, but that I'm
standing still I don't seem to know forward
to what {. it's rather disconcerting'
Ever been in love?"
Always" she laughed, amusedly, from the
time I can first remember. The gardener. the
butler with his braided suit the steamship
captain, the curly headed boy who carried our
luggage in Berlin. Most any enticing man,
young or old . except Hilltop man.
II don't mean puppy love-" Grossly. Are
you making fun Of me? mean the real kind.
The kind that makes you miserable when your
adored is away from you and more miserable
when with you because you can't we'll.