Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1935-07-31
ar JAZZ BAND ar
An Exciting, Ultra Modern Love Story.
By Wyatt Rundell.

the breathless acceleration Of his
heart action. Directly across the
street. from the rear lawn Of an
imposing mansarded dwelling, the
roseate glow of Japanese lanterns
tinted the growing darkness. Under
them, distant figures moved, faint
sounds of gayety floated to the silent
street.
The observer walked to the end of
the block, crossed and returned past
the house. Directly in 'front.' he paused
and in the shadow of the line of auto
mobiles parked there, strained his eyes
| toward the kaleidoscope scene in the
garden at the end of the long side
lawn. He concentrated on the spec
trum of colorful party frocks beneath
the lights. but the distinguishing Of
faces, at that distance was impossible.
mo good" he muttered. Have
/. t'get closer"
He sauntered around the corner Of
the block and, finding the mouth Of
the alleyway, entered it and started
back toward the house. He proceeded
YEARLY. guided by an occasional
glimpse of the bobbing lanterns
through the trees of neighboring yards,
Stopping before a brick wall. he took
his bearings, then pulled himself up
the rough surface and dropped inside.
He found himself separated from
his objective only by a profusion of
lilac bushes that formed a tall hedge
between the two lots. The animated
garden burst upon him at such start
lingly close range that he was, for
moment, fearful of discovery and
crouched in the bushes like fugitive.
However, gaining confidence. he parted
the mass of foliage and peered eau
tiouSly through. He saw Carol-Ina's
mother-Ina
She was sitting on bench backed
by rose treliis that formed the boun-
Diary of the garden. one of the viva
ciously chatting group Of young peo-
Pile Before them. at several rows OF
quartet tables, set upon the velvetry
lawn, others Shuffled cards with the
intentness of the bridge enthusiast.
These, however, were lost upon Paul
He had eyes for only one of the COM
pany, and he gazed as if he could
never stop, all else forgotten.
! She was in soft white, the gold OF her
hair rich under the reflected lights
The appealing grace of her slim body
as she leaned forward, the smooth out
line of her cheek, the clear blue of her
eyes as she turned them upon the
speaker in the conversation about her,
all Smote the watcher in the bushes
with poignancy that eclipSed all his
memories of her. Her utter loneliness
the dimple in her cheek as she smiled,
the spell Of her nearneSs. gripped him,
caught his breath, redoubled the long
ing, the loneliness of the months past
And now-it would be torture. He
clutched wildly at vague notion that
there might be some way
A dark. broad-shouldered young man
joined the group at the rose trellis. He
was tall. immaculate. handsome as
screen idol. an air of distinction fitting
him like a glove. He bent over Ina
and his proprietary manner made the
crouching Paul clench his teeth. He
caught the girls hands and pulled her
from the bench-she diSarranged his
tie in retaliation; they laughed into
each others eyes while the attending
circle beamed approvingly. Then, be-
fore Paul could realize that it was hap
pening. they were walking away-to-
ward the house, where three or four
couples were dancing on the roomy
side Veranda to the strains of a radio
that filtered from somewhere within
AS he strained after them he saw Ina s
smile as she yielded herself to the tall
young mans arms; the intimacy of
their heads as they moved over the
floor, perfectly matched; their pleasure
at their moment together.
Paul became aware that he was