The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-05-19

Johnny was like that. But. with Nancy Merrill Mike didn't like 1t. She treated Johnny with the chummy friendliness of some one who believed he deserved 6 spanking but loved him just tho same,
 Nan was ns impossible for Mike to define as to catch perma nontly the pattern of tho smoke that wavered through the turbulent air. He'd seen Nan twice. At Ave one March afternoon walking with gay. springing steps in the rain. Baro headed, wind blown, eye lashes and hair sparkling wet. At eight he'd seen her Ut tho Grove: poised, fragile. wearing somo soft cling. ing frock and she looked ns though a rain drop would melt her.
 He'd como barglng In ut her homo with Johnny late this Friday afternoon. Johnny made Tom Coi- lins from tho ingredients he'd brought along. Mike laid out an assortment of cigarettes. Nan tuned the radio on tue Grove. They threw back tho rugs and danced, Johnny danced tho first two with Nan. possesslvcly. Ho cuddled her too darn tightly, Mike grumbled to himself. Then Mikc danced with Nan; and was sunk.
 Tho music stopped tho an. nouncer began his harranguo.
 Would you como to swim with mo tomorrow aftcrnoon?" Mike asked Nan, Ignoring Johnny's pro- tosting gesture.
 "rd lovo that" she nodded gally. "I hope It's as warm as today. Our office doesn't even open on Saturdays, 20 .s. '"
 The music began. Before John. ny could voioo his utterly correct, "Dance, Nan?" Mike took her In his arms and moved away In per- foct rhythm to tho lazy, coaxing music, The lively pattern Of humor spread over his faco across Mans shoulder. flo wrlnkled his nose at Johnny and Johnny seowled moaningly,
 "onc o'clock be too oariy?" he asked Nan.
 "Peffect," she Tilted.
 They finished tho dance In silence, Miko was thinking. The other girls Johnny rushed were wise, sophisticated, older, Nan was without u superficial gesture; of vibrant sincerity. frank and whole some. Norts, Johnny couldn't do that to Nan. ilc wouldn't let him, He'd find a way; and toll Nan about 1t afterwards.
 On tho way home he sent her n Ia I l.e. AsN (s.a nots, and roso geranium In m expensive glazed pot,
 TT WAS A
 BALNiY SATURDAY
 It was 6 balmy Saturday. They shouted us they plunged In tho breakers; played sand dicc. Tried the new sand blaming with n black pony each, Nancy tumbled off at tho turn likc n kid thrown from . swing.
 "Pm a heck of n sportsman" she laughed, brushing tho sand from her face.
 "You'rc darn good sport" he said, helping her up,
 Mike brought their lunch out from the club. Nancy spread the cloth on tho sands. helped arra ngo tho food. They talked intermittent ly, smoked, spread out on the warm sands, Nan with hor faco In hor arms.
 "Thanks for tho flowers" shc said suddenly. i've mover had such unusual ones"
 Don't you like them?"
 Sho rolled over and looked up at him, soberly.
 Love them. I'd like to know, (. Mike. Two never had an orchid. ., why? Don't men send those kind to poor little working girls" I'm smart enough to know those you sent cost moro, and l wondered. :.
 Don't the flowers tell you any thlng?"
 She stared Ut him qulzxically, "Tho language of the flowers. "! go Into silent communion with them and see"
 "l lcOuld take you to dinner to.