Evening star., 1933-12-03

suit case in one hand and a golf bag
in the other. At this moment some-
thing green and yellow popped out
of the door of the hotel. Dave
turned to see what it Whereupon &c
dropped the suit on his foot.
"Ouch!" he grunted, and lifted the injured
m an1ber Otherwise he did not alter his po-
sit.on He merely stared. The object OF his
gaze was girl. To the average eye she was
an ordinary girl Whether it her smock,
which was green, or her hair, which was yell
low-no gold-that made her seem to Dave
different from any other girl in the world it
is difficult to judge.
"Oh do hope you haven't hurt yourself,
said the girl,
Dave did anything.
The girl, having waited the full length OF
time prescribed by Emily Post and other
recognized authorities on department, decided
that no response was to be forthcoming She
let her eyes drop to the lifted brogue
''Ah, 1 see," she said TITS a new marathon
thing What splendid idea A one-legged
endurance contest All you need is stamina,
a sense of balance and sufficient anchorage.
see you are at least partially equipped"
She laughed and picked up paint box and
a folded easel from bench. She started
down footpath which led to the woods. After
few steps she stopped
THE deaf and dumb asylum is over the NIL,
she said. This is only the inn
THE gangiing youth who acted impartially
as room clerk, porter, and, as subsequently
became manifest. waiter at Peeping Inn stood
in the doorway extracting vast amount o.
tu. moil out of an antique cowbell.
What's that for?" asked Dave when the dis
turbance had ceased Exercise? Or muSic?"
Dinner" replied the youth.
Dave discarded three shirts which bore
totally invisible SpecE on their bOSOmS before
he considered himself properly arrayed for the
He was placed at long table where we're
already seated . or 10 others. One would
have inferred from the searching regard whicn
he bestowed upon his neighbors one by one,
that their lneaments were henceforth to be
indehbly craven on his memory Yet. if the
truth we're told, as II must be, only three
individuals sitting directly opposite him made
the slightest impression, and they but vaguely
man in horn spectacles and frowsy spinster
of unknown age.
There were three such tables in the room.
Dave scanned the nearer Of these as q ship
sail. His heart missed q beat In desperation
he surveyed the last table. and another cardiac
sparkplug went out Of commission.
The girl was not there
Despondently he tackled the food set before
him. The object was boiled potato. piping
and injured look came into his eyes. He
gasped and reached for his glass Of water.
But his hand remained suspended In midair.
The girl had entered the room.
She walked to an empty place at the
farthest end of the farthest table. There she
opened a book and read throughout the repasr.
From then on Dawes eyes never left the end
seat of the far table
After dinner he went on picket duty at a
strategical point. Finally the girl arose and
made for the only exit. As she approached
Dave stepped forward.
Good evening" he said.
The girl looked up with surprise.
what" she exclaimed, 1T speaks?"
'Fiuently and with what is known in dis
eliminating circles pretty play OF quip
and fancy. How about a demonstrations"
mo, thanks. I doubt if it would prove any
less superficial than the marathon attempt
What gave out. the stamina or the balance?"
MY balance replied Dave, Il lost it."
The girl lowered her eyes to Dawes pumps.
IT knew 1t was one or the other" she said.
And before Dave could get out word about
little stroll in the Summer night she was
gone :s '4'''.
So, thoroughly disguised with himself, he
went inside and inquired could the gangling
youth supply the name Of the damsel in the
smock? The gangling one could. She was
June Winter. And Dave found this ridiculous
name not only beautiful but logical. 's'
nnONT you think so Mr.. Hardy?" Was
- that some one talking to him? No less
The frowsy spinster was pulling at his sleeve
again.
that any change from our present form
Of government would be fatal?'
"Oh absolutely said Dave.
'Pifae, Mr.. Hardy! PifHe!"
This was the sallow specimen butting in.
what we need is anarchy. Stark, un-
compromising anarchy Yes? Mop"
"Oh absolutely" answered Dave.
The ensuing whoops of laughter softened his
annoyance at the interruption. Gay people