Evening star., 1935-10-13

4 white house on the knoll He f1exed
his fingers stiff1y, while his COM
panion gathered up her purse and gloves. 1t
was quite drive down from Washington.
Below them lay the sleeping army post and
the moon washed Potomac The clock on the
dash read quarter to four. The stiffness was
intense. Slowly, deliberately, and with GER
tainty in the gesture. he drew the girl to him.
She lifted her face; returned his kiss. Then
they chatted in gay whispers; held a pleas
antly reminiscent post mortem over the
evenings fun.
Barry recalled the amusing spectacle of
the gay fat captain whose wife was away, and
the girl laughed. 1t was like music in the quiet
night. Soft, ripping music. Margaret Erskine
had laugh that did things to mems pulses,
and Barry drew her to him again.
'Sh-sh-h-h," he cautioned, and waved
hand toward the house.
Father sleeps like log," she said. Then
in mock seriousness: Generals have so much
heavy thinking to do. 1t tires them all out"
'Soft pedal, will you?" insisted Barry
''Its almost four, and I'm on maneuvers to-
morrow. Listen, Nudge. we can't get away
Will tIuS lOICNCI olCdhulS dAouil0 lihC
thieves in the night ...'
'In the morning. you mean. And I've
promised to attend that dedication with
father Seems like can never get full sleep
out"
well, if you'd listen to fellow -"
"Its your turn to shush." She placed
finger on his lips. This is no time to propose
to lady. Id look cute accepting you with
yawn, wouldn't II"
"Oh, if you'd only say yes, Midge, I
wouldn't care if you snored it."
Again her tinkling laugh as she slipped out
of his arms She stood on the drive holding
the car door open while light breeze riffled
through her soft brown hair and the moonlight
sparkled in her dark eyes.
Don't forget" she said. THE Armistice
Day ceremony at Arlington. If you're good
boy, I'll let you ask me there
How romantic!' There was a snort in
Barys whisper. "A proposal in cemetery
Then he broke into a wide boyish grin.
might as we'll give it 60. I've tried about
every place else"
Barry, think that proposal tonight was
the incest yet. mean the one during the
tango. Something in the way you worded it
or maybe it was the music - anyway -.
we'll almost -
You you mean -"
She stopped him with kiss, then turned
and ran lightly up the steps. Barry closed the
coupe door very softly and coasted down to
the Ram Pasture" It the posts name for
the bachelor bungalow at the lower end of
Officers Row - musing meanwhile on the
certain disadvantages of being in love with the
camp commanders daughter.
"Revele'' raped sharply into Barry's
sleep -fogged BRAIN He rolled over and buried
his head into the pillow. He could steal
another five minutes and still be there to
take over the company.
When he next awakened the bugler was
polishing off the last clear notes of "as-
sembly" Barry jumped out, and dashed his
face with cold water. He was fumbling with
the top button of his purple pajama coat, but
his fingers froze there when he saw through
the window that the top sergeant was already
taking the reports of the squad leaders.
Barry swore softly, but with fervor. Only
once since General Erskine had commanded
the post had an officer missed formation.
Barry recalled old Eat -em-up's" explosion
now as he realized there was but one chance