The Washington times., 1934-12-29

"Oh. May speak to him,
please? Tell him it's Miss Stand.
ring calling"
Julie took in a quick breath and
bit her lip, glancing toward
Stuart's bedroom. She had a no.
ton to say he wasn't in-but that
was silly, as 1t was not yet 1880
in the morning.
Hello, hello, did you hear?"
"Ye.es," grudgingly. Hes asleep
but I'll call him" She laid down
the instrument and walked resent
fully to Stuart'S door.
Your girl friends on the
Phone" she told the huddled.up
figure on the bed.
"Who?" he asked, sleepily.
Tell him it's Miss Standring
calling" she quoted mockingly.
He sat up as If he had been
shot. "Sharlene? That can't
be"
But he jumped out Of bed,
waiting neither for slippers nor
dressing gown, and rushed into
the next room.
Hello, hello. Sharlene!"
Julie had never heard his voice
sound like that. She had never
seen his eyes so blue, so eager. His
lips almost touched the mouth.
piece, smiling, caressing, as he
listened.
Yes, dear. Yes, dear. Will
II. Give me half an hour. Bye"
He hung up and ran toward the
bathroom, jerking off his pajar1a
coat.
ANY hot water in the tank,
Julie?"
IT forgot to put it on"
But I've got to Shave"
There's water boiling for the
coffee"
Resentment
Bring me some, that's a good
girl. while I get my shower"
Don't you want your coffee?"
She raised her voice over the
sound Of the shower.
mo. Going to breakfast with
Miss Standring!"
She glared in the direction Of
the bathroom, then she kicked a
footstool Savagely aside. It hurt
her toe and she cried a little. Then
she marched angrily away toward
the kitchen, her scarlet mules
clicking on the bare floor.
Calling him UP at 1880" she
muttered furiouSly, crashing the
tea-kettle about on the stove.
wants to keep him dangling. :
wonder If she is crazy about him.
after all? II she is, she can get
him all right" -.
Stuart gave thanks to the
weather man that the morning
was cool and foggy for Sharlene.
The pungent odor Of damp euca-
lyptuB leaves aSSailed him as he
turned into the Standring gates
and put Mr.. Jingle into second
gear for the climb up the terraced
hill. When he was near the
house. the joyous barking Of dogs
sounded above Mr.. Jingle's clat-
ter. Stuart glanced over the low,
rocky wall, gay with Cherokee
roses, to where two police dogs
and an Aberdeen were jumping
toward q pair Of slender Silk.Stock.
inged legs in an orange tree.
Stuart cut off the ignition,
dragged on the emergency brake
and vaulted out of the car. He
recognized those faultless legs
he had sketched them often
enough.
Sharlene Sprang to the ground
as he ran up. The dogs leaped
about her trying to lick her face.
Laughing, she shielded it with her
elbows, for her hands each held
great golden orange.
Stuart! I've been getting these
oranges for your breakfast. Aren't
they scrump? They've been on
the tree so long-get down.
Sandy!"
The dogs were now trying to
lick Stuart'S face. Hello, fel'
lows!" he said as he petted thor!
They remember you after all
this time. Here, let me have q
chance at you-get down, Sandy"
CHAPTER v
Stuart took the oranges from
her and put them in his pockets.
Then he held her hands and
looked her oyer hungrily. Flushed
cheeks, tR4Dled hair, brown eyes
warm with welcome, short yellow
frock Ike q spot Of reviVifying