Evening star., 1934-03-11

but his regular copy. And it because he
didn't like her, or he would have jumped at
the opportunity. for 1t afforded him chance
to show his versatility-which augured well
for ultimate promotion-if he'd nabbed It in
stead Of snubbing it.
As she stood before him now, mindful OF
bis SOlidity, she lOnged to ask the reason why
Nov, she were a man and Dex the
woman, a man might-woud-ask. That
was tough. A woman always had to hold her.
self in. In the old days it was corsets, as well
good taste: the corsets had gone-perhaps
the good taste
Pamela, come to the Met with me this eve
ming It's Aida and love it, don't you?"
Amazement nearly bowled her over
You-Met?" she said stupidity
He nodded briskly. And forget all this
advertising ballyhoo. Blow ourselves to some
swell music" His gray eyes positively shone
beneath their fiat black brows. He looked so
bg-and worth while. So vital Il get SO dog
gone hungry for good music, don't you?"
She regarded him blankly-still wondering
whether she'd heard Alright
Frightfully," she answered with effort
In the first place, Pamela Lane had about
as much ear for music as a tadpole. THE
Star Spangled Banner" was the sole melody
she recognized-and that only because the
people stood up. In the second place. she
was positive that nobody adoring music
Dexter did could possibly abide blowing" her
to an Operatic masterpiece-if he were wise
to her utter ineptitude
She heard herself saying: why, Dex, that'd
be grand It's dogs age since l went to
the opera" She gulped as one memory flooded
into the mental hmelight of a gangling girl
of Is being dragged there one day for educa-
tional purposes.
But with Dex-well-there was a tremulous
excitement that made the invitation irresist-
ibe.
| Err conscience smote her as she sat there
in the dim darkness, saturated with
Veruis music. She sensed her companions
intoxication. His hearing gave to him the Joy
her seeing gave to her.
The Illusion concluded. The curtain swept
down. The lights flashed on. Dex didn't speak
for q moment.
At last: What world it would be without
music-what a world!"
YES, Dex," in small, inefficient voice,
what q world"
They started for the restaurant across the
street.
She said you like it-thrin over it-nke 1
do over color" and wondered if he had detected
her lack Of appreciation.
They drifted to a tiny square for two beside
1ic WI1uOW AIOuC "A IOuSuS 10 LuIaSQ Out
the dimculty Of Dexter's avoidance Of her
warred with Pamelas delicate shrinking from
laying herself humiliatingly upon the dissecting
table But she would have to do it. Perhaps
it would be less hard to come straight to the
point-like diving into icy water, instead OF
inching in
'Why've you avoided working with me- Dex?"
she began with sudden directness. "You don't
like me-" she teased softly, but there was no
mirth in her eyes, "do you? And yet you asked
me out tonight" With faint chuckle, which
sounded convincing, but actually stuck In her
throat for she was never more earnest in her
life-"that's fnny?"
His gray eyes were not faxed. isn't it?"
he grinned disarmingly. Say, who's the para
nOic?"
She smiled successfully, and took the cigar
cite he offered her.
Don't fence, Dex. You know it's true"
ITS . bad symptom, Pamela Lane You
should see a psychologist"
Look here, Dex," she said dryly, get It
out of your system"
He laughed outright. you think, Miss Lane,
you can make me sign ON the dotted line like
you can those birds pecking round for sales
hdeasl Why should like you? We can't like
everybody, can we7" be asked drolly. TOO
many people Ike you already" IA .t-7J *