Evening star., 1935-05-12

Nun Oh tn6 81. SduueTS Sul leduunR
General Sherman down the Plaza. One
who looked so enhancing in desho-
bile was wasting her life unless she
took up somnambulism as an active
career. In the few glimpses permitted
him by Alexis obscuring bulk. her
mass of dark hair, brushed back in a
cloud which reached her shoulders.
marked the fine regularity of her
features. Her face was amazingly
alert for one shocked out Of sleep to
welcome horse. The bright anima-
ton of amusement made her one of
the most attractive girls he ever had
seen. Even in mules she was graceful,
which in Peters limited experience
represented high point in achieve
ment. She was speaking:
We'll take Aleck into the living
room. Be careful, however. of my
paintings as you turn him."
Peter took a firmer hold on the head
strap as his mind rejected words too
inadequate for what he wanted to say.
He prodded the horses stern away
from the large easel set close to the
window and steered the huge hooves
from the canvases leaning against the
wall. Then Aleck proved himself a
creature without a soul. Disdainfully
he tossed his head and whinnied rau-
cously. 1t was nothing other in the
world than an equine Bronx cheer.
The same to you" retorted his
hostess, land with the shells on. They
may be unsold but. if l do say it. they
are art"
II must apologize for Aleck." said
Peter. ''You see he IS low in his tastes.
In the calling he has selected, he has
little opportunity to acquaint himself
with the higher things"
He led his sneering charge to the
stairs. Before he reached them, he
turned to the girl.
I'D like to have chance to tell
you how all this came about. l don't
usually fraternize with horses at this
time in the morning - not such ILL
bred horses May l call again to
apologize"
DO" she said, land bring moose.
One with wide antlers. l always say
nothing gives a studio an air like
moose with outstanding horns"
Il can't tell you how much appre-
ciate what you have done for Aleck
and me-"
Hey. you" he heard. you with
the hat. -"
That's the Law" Peter an
nounced. Il can tell every time.
Policemen have the notion I'm just
by-product of top hat"
The door closed softly, muffiing a
tumult of stamping hooves. rafting
harness, outraged officialdom and
baffled attempts at explanation. In
answer to timorous ring it opened
once more and the girls apartment
again was flooded with angry racket.
May Aleck and come in?" Peter
asked in weak voice.
Think nothing of it," the girl said
offhandedly. Il seem to be living in
the center OF Belmont Park"
IT'S that policeman" Peter pro-
tested. Hes so unreasonable. He says
that the milkman says that the horse
cannot be led down with his face to
the outer world - his hind legs, it
seems. are longer than his fore -"
las understand il" the barest i'm
patience crept into her husky tones,
you and Aleck and the policeman
and the milkman - and maybe the
garbageman by this time - are using
my home as a proving ground for your
respective theories. Not that l object,
particularly - anything for science -
but you know how it is: People talk"
That cop says have furry
ears-"Peter complained irrelevantly.
"Oh, l wouldn't say so." she con-
soled." but they are juicy red Now
then. get Aleck in hand and back him
down. And, please, as favor won't