The Washington times., 1933-07-29

the group on the Verandah was
dancing. Patricia was in Clark
Tracy's arms. Bending his
handsome, fair head he said
in a low deliberate voice:
II have been waiting for this
all day"
Patricia glanced up. Th e
light, flippant retort died on
her lips. She said nothing at
all. Her slippered feet moved
in unison with his feet, her
heart was pressed close to his
heart, her hair was brushing
his cheek. The sweet smooth.
music seemed to have spun a
world of magic, a world where
they were quite alone.
II knew you would dance
like this" he said.
How did you knoW?" asked
Patricia.
There were a thousand ways
in which to stop him, thou
sand reasons why she should.
Instead she smiled deliberately
into his fascinated eyes. De-
liberately she borrowed a page
from Julian Haverholt's book.
Tonight she would do as she
plea.ed. Tonight was hers. Her
eyes welled wi h mysterious
lights, shining and brilliant in
her small flushed face. Clark
touched his cheek to her blaz-
ing hair.
You're Lovely
"You are lovely" he whispered.
Am II" she r1urmured.
"The most beautiful woman I
have ever. seen. -"
They finished the dance in
silence. They stood for a
moment and then Patricia
dropped her arms.
The music is over," she said
and laughed.
She was intoxicated with her
own triumph. It was as if
Clark's eyes had made her
conscious Of her beauty ant her
power. She was a thousand
miles removed from the
Wretched girl of the afternoon.
The others did not matter now.
This moment mattered. What
ever happened, for this moment
all of Clark's thoughts were for
her. The cthers, let them
watch, let them Specul tie, let
them make such inferences as
they chose, Patricia did not care.
'MoreSmusic," called Clark to
the group which had gs thered
at the radio. Patricia and /
want to dance"
There was more music. They
danced again. Clark should be
dancing with Marthe. That
only made Patricia'r triumph
SWeeter. Let Marthe suffer as
SIZE had suffered. Let Marthe
March learn that sometimes all
girls were equal.
Break" said Philip Cove,
popping up at Clark's elbow, a
CLINT of determination IN his
eye.
"No," said Clark.
Eyes" said Phil.
Let Patricia decide" they
both said simultaneously.
Il think" hesitated Patricia,
II think I had better dance
with Phil"
Thrills
Clark surrendered reluctantly.
Patricia saw his reluctance,
thrilled to it. Phil saw, too.
AS he Whirled off with the girl,
he muttered something beneath
his breath.
Il didn't hear you, Phil" said
Patricia sweetly.
Maybe you weren't meant to
hear"
Go on, what did you say?"
Nothing only" He looked
at her with much embarraSs-
ment. He said: "It's none of
my business, really, but they're
all talking"
About what?" she queried.
Her red lips curved. Her eyes
were wide and innocent. Phil
had been a willing victim to
her spell from the moment he
first had glimpsed her. Nothing
could make him criticize this
beWitching girl.
About what, PHILIP"
IF you don't know, Patricia,
7 won't tell YOU" he replied
stubbOrnly. Still he could not
resist adding. It's all Clark's
fault anyhow"
What is Clark'S fault?"
How she loved to say that
name. How she loved to dis
cuSs this situation. Phil did
not like it. He looked really
unhappy.
He muttered. 1T isn't very
pleasant for Marthe."
Mop" said Patricia. She con-
tinued serenely, II guess Mar
the can take care of herself"