The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1932-02-09

time. That's what you're here for,
young woman"
Ellen was angry, too.
ct came here to dance, Mr.. Salo-
mon, not to be mauled," she re-
torted, her eyes flashing, her lips
pale with anger. HE didn't try to
kiss me. He did kiss me-"
She got up from the table and
had begun to say that Solomon
could find another girl to take her
place, one more amenable to his
ideas, when he saw that there was
small disturbance near the door.
Three men had entered and were
groupcd near the ticket booth. The
two in evening clothes plainly
wished to leave but the third, the
one in fiannels, just as plainly
wished to stay.
Suddenly Ellen saw him detach
himself from his companions and
push his way toward the spot where
she and Solomon stood. He came
straight across the crowded floor,
regardless of the dancers annoyed
by his transit.
He was a young man Of 26 or 81
with countenance in which eager
ness was oddly mixed with some
thing almost like boredom. His hair
was thick and red.
Ellen had a strange feeling that
she would always remember his
progress across the floor, that it
would remain forever fixed in her
mind, Interchangeable.
She continued talking to Solomon,
who had his back to the newcomer,
but she was hardly conscious Of
what she said.
While she talked, she was aware
that all her attention was fixed upon
that figure approaching, and that
she was asking herself the cause of
the contradictions in his face, bored
mouth beneath such eager eyes.
Were they blue or gray
Jacob Solomon did not observe
the young man until he was within
few steps of them. But he I'M
derstood Immediately.
You're right" he muttered, half
under his breath. "You should've
socked him. Be more careful this
time. This birds class, or I miss
my guess"
Ellen stepped backward, all
thought Of leaving Dreamland gone.
She had the strangest feeling
that she wanted to prolong the
moment of waiting. She was like
child on Christmas morning hest
tating at the stairway head before
plunging. down to the glittering
tree.
She saw Solomon speak to the
young man, saw the two turn to-
ward her. Solomon introduced her
and waited for the newcomer to
supply his own name.
Ellen, with her new and sharp
ened perceptions, felt that the
young man hesitated as he said
that he was Larry Smith. She
could not be certain. She was GER
tain that his eyes we're gray, not
blue.
TINE orchestra swung into
L waltz. Most of the couples were
focking from the floor.
Ellen saw them, heard them, even
identified some of the girls, but all
this served only as dim and I'M
real background for the man who
stood before her.
He asked her to dance. With
that same strange feeling that all
of this had been preordained, that
all this was something that she
never Would forget, she stepped into
his arms.
Am I going crazy?" she thought.
"a young man I've never seen be-
fore waltzes with me and want
to cry"
She fancied that she was trem-
bling. She was sure that if she
tried to speak she would find that
she had lost her voice.
The two tall beautiful young peo-
pie were almost alone on the floor.
They had not spoken since they
started dancing. AS effortless as
shadows they drifted along to the
measures of the lightly melancholy
tune.
Il haven't any tickets" the
young man spoke at last and
abruptly. Absurdly he repeated, 81
haven't any tickets"
He guided her to the ticket booth.
Even as they reached the knot of
perspiring men who were supplying
themselves with fresh tickets, the
dance was done. Ellen withdrew
few PAGES, embarrassed, shy, con-
fused.
She was obSeSsed with a desire to
learn the name of the waltz the Or
cheStra had played. AS she waited
for her partner, nothing seemed to
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