Evening star., 1933-07-16

perfectly grand. He wouldn't have
to stand around waiting for her
Men these days didn't care for girls they had
to stand around waiting for. Men didn't care
for these naughty creatures who came mincng
down a wide staircase, two hours late, as If
they were queens. Men liked their women on
time.
Patricia glanced across the shutting people,
at the clock the information booth. The
minute hand jumped. Nine minutes to train
time. She looked a. her luggage. Three suit
cases, golf bag. and pair of tennis rackets
in stretchers and green felt cases. Everything
all set. Everything was just dandy.
She looked down at herself. She really
looked marvellous. Her new pistachio crepe
dress was cool and slim 1t made her figure
look like million dollars Shed bet she was
the coolest-looking girl in Grand Central Sta
tion and perhaps the smartest. And her new
hat was knockout.
She substantiated this in vanity mirror
The little teasing veil was terribly cute and
it certainly did things for her eyes. 1t gave
her glamour. 1t really did And it made her
face oval and 1t reduced the size of her nose
Just the same, Patricia reflected generously,
you're pretty good old nose. You've stood
by me through thick and thin and you've
found the way into lots of funny places
LIGHT minutes to train time She watched
l. the crowd for q young man with a mus
tache-a tall young man with reddish brown
eyes and tan mustache. She was little
alarmed at her anxiety Not that they might
miss the train. They'd catch the train, all
right, all right. 1t was her feelings about the
young man.
1t wasn't right to be SO anxious about this
man. She had only known him about month,
and so far she hadn't introduced him to soul
He was still dark horse. No He was really
all wrong. He was hardboiled He was a rough
neck even if he was a Harvard man. He was
things about the scandalous doings of scandal
lous people. And, what worse liked it.
Seven minutes to train time.
He said he was going to write play. That
was terribly funny. That was really scream.
Maybe he was going to write a play A great,
big. dandy maybe" He drank, sometimes too
much. And he was sometimes little common.
He called her kid no matter who was around,
which was gauche, still gauche despite the
growing popularity of that word. And he had
freckles on his forehead
Yet-in spite of all this-she had fallen. He
had only to look at her, and she would almost
swoon. If he touched her, she practically died
Oh, what sap she was! 1t was sinful. Yet,
there it was. She was dppy, simply dippy,
about the man. Oh, it was all wrong! Oh, it
was terrible! Oh, why had she gone and fallen
for such man? She sounded like Helen Nor
gan, sitting on piano. But why did the very
touch of his hand make her feel like practically
dying?
Great grief, it four minutes to train time.
And sign of him. 1t like him. Always
getting places the last minute Thoughtless.
Selfish Inconsiderate Probably in some speak
easy.
The minute hand leaped ahead another min
ute The crowd for the 402 had thinned. All
but the last-minute aboard. There
wouldn't be any seats left. At least they
couldn't sit together. 1t served him right. Oh,
why didn't he come?
How could nice girl nice, delicately nur
tured girl like her. have fallen for a creature
like him?
Two minutes to train time. The gateman
was beginning to make those little restless move7
ments
Wasn't this just marvellous? The whole eve
ming shot. Would Nora be furious!
Patricia could see by slightly crossing her
eyes, that the tip of her nose was pink. 1t al
ways betrayed her in moments of emotional
stress. The rest of her face would remain calm
and composed, but just let that nose scent an
emotion and it was off like Man OWar. It
was off like field of polo ponies when the
whistle blows It was of like the Meadowbsook
hunt.