Nogales international., 1935-05-25

When she was opposite wide
door, Ellen gave up the idea she
could longer resist. Slipping from
the arms that held her, she thrust
one slender hand into large,
strong hand that clutched at it,
eagerly.
Lets go" she said jauntily. AT
least she tried to say it jauntily
AS she got her cloak from the
room in which it was checked. as
she powdered her straight little
nose. as she carefully reddened her
lips, Ellen told herself that this
strange emotion she was feeling
must be suppressed. She also told
herself that she must walk care
fully. That she must remember that
she didn't even know the young
mans name, and that she wasn't
even interested in knowing it!
But she'd been twice around the
park in a cab with the young man,
still nameless, before she remem-
bered that it was Sandy who had
taken her to the Six Arts Ball.
And who should, by all rights, have
been allowed to take her home
from it!
Three times around the park they
rode before they began to grow ac-
customed to the wonder OF it all.
For it wasn't petting party. not
that! 1t wasn't the sort of thing
that Claire would have referred to
as "pash." 1t was something less
easy to understand and yet far
more simpie-than a petting party
would have been. 1t was something
that couldn't be regulated with a
slap, with a sharp word. with a
jest!
They had come out of the hotel
in which the Six Arts Ball was
being held, in sort of a mist
When they had met in the hallway,
with everyday coats incongruousiy
covering bizarre costumes, they. had
been almost shy with each other
almost afraid to look each other in
the eye.
Climbing into a taxi. they settled
back in separate corners. But the
young mans hand, cropping out
across the clammy leather seat,
found Ellen's hand, clung to it, and
finally drew her close.
i suppose you think I'm crazy
he said.
Quite crazy" Ellen told him.
gently.
You see," the boys voice was
carefully held in leash, you see
I'd been watching you all evening
as you danced with all the fat old
branies in the world. Cold sober
yor were-in the whole roomful the
only one that was cold sober! Lis.
tening to their kidding, and kidding
them back, but only with half OF
you on the job. With the other hall
of you as far away as if you were
in a garden"
Ellen interrupted, and there wa:
a sob in her voice. What incred
ible chance had prompted him tc
make that comparison?
Not that!" she said. "Not 3
garden ~
And thought" the boy went
on needless of her interruption
I've got to get her away from il
all Because she-because I fee
that she belongs-t0 met"
There was so much emphasis in
his use of the two words, "to me. p
that Ellen jumped. She couldn't
help it.
You haven't been drinking, your.
self" she questioned, on a note
that she tried to make cynical
"You haven't BEEN"
The boy answered.
Don't pull that sort of line" he
told her hercely, mot now. We're
away from the dance hoor This
isn't the kind OF stuff that l say to
just everybody I'm I'm telling
you! It isn't This isn't anything
to trihe with: This is serious mat
ter. It's our aVhole hfetime!"
What do you know about life
times, yours and mine?" she asked.
How do you. know you'd trust
even one day to girl like me-a
girl who goes to an artists ball in
pants, short Gelvet pants! Do you
know who-what~I am? Well. I'm
q model BY profession. You've been