Evening star., 1932-11-03
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DAWSON.

1T was on a drizzling night. Id been
, summoned to Paris on business Was
seated in a cafe. when an American
rose from neighboring table, leaving
behind him a New York paper.
reached for il. A portrait of you as
a bride confronted me"
And even then you didn't send me
a present"
You should have seen her presents
Her mother sought to create a di-
version.
A grandiose story followed.
But you're forgetting the high spot"
Give mallciOusly capped the pinnacle.
! The best man, according 10 the ac-
count I read, was reputed to be worth
twelve millions"
Mr.. Dawn, who sat fdgeting during
his wife's Dragging, pushed back his
chair.
We were plastered with dollar signs,
my boy. Like the plants that dec
Grated the church, tae7 we're all
sH?tched back next morning
Tney adjourned TO the library for
ccfee
Mrs. Dawn patted Gives arm.
What Santa said was true-we've
all felt more than little hurt by your
neglect"
Being given my chance" he feigned
contrtion, made me careless-a little
hlgh-hat. As contact man for my frm
/ in Europe, where every one has some
thing to sell, was treated as impor-
| tant And then there were distrac-
/ tions"
For instance?" Mrs. Dawn en-
/ couraged.
You might call them temptations.
In Vienna not TO be romantic is to be
/ dead from the heels up They're not
ashamed over there. as We are Of SO
| many things that are natural. II was
an eat, drink and be merry sort of life.
/ Everybody infatuated. Looking back"
/ he lied outrageously, 1T seems that
last year is The only one in which
! was ever young
| That's no news to me" Mrs Dawn
smiled reminiSCently. Till Santa was
/ ls 1 educated her abroad, as you
know. Often I close my eyes and
dream myself back TO Rome, Venice.
! the Riviera. Sunshine, flowers, beauty
and tenors with guitars. bowling like
! tomcats. 1t was pleasant. Europeans
do what we only dare to think.
so what I claim is that Euro
! peaniZed Americans shouldn't be Judged
by our standards. They've been trained
to be happy whereas we demand that
! they shall be energetic BY the way.
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! you ever hear Santa'S husband men
/ toned? He lived for some time in
! Vienna"
! Had he? Dicky Oak was still a pur-
pie patch in the American colonys
memory.
Never without girl and always
! goodlooker A free-Spender-a lavish
/ lender. Handsome. Debonnair. Gifted
beyond the ordinary, but cursed with
an aversion for industry, He'd de-
feated himself on several ocvasions by
making his intention to marry the
| fortune rather than the heiress trife
too obvious.
! Mr. Dawn relieved him.
My dear Judy. you don't expect
! Give to peddle gossip
His wife squeaked like a mouse whose
tail had been trodden on.
You're ridiculous, Eric. If we don't
inquire how are We to learn?"
The time for inquiry" Mr.. Dawn
! spoke sternly, was before Santa's en-
gagement. Then, according to you, my
desire to question Oak was fussy in
| reference. She married blindly, poor
child. Whatever may be the conse-
quences. this belated snooping doesn't
mend matters"
All eyes were turned on the poor
child. She met their scrutiny radiant
ly, as though amused by their concern
for her.
!, Whats poor about me, Daddy7"
/ Nothing, perhaps. I don't know. I
! only su&rsst"
She continued With her embroidery
1t was exactly as though she had re-
buked him for spying.
Concealing his loss of dignity, her
father held out his hand to Give.
Sorry to bid you goodnight. have
letters"
His wife rose with him
At the door she addressed Santa,
lowering her voice.
You see, it's as I told you. He
blames me-"
Give learns the truth about Dicky
and Santa, tomorrow. But what value
does Il have for him?