Evening star., 1935-12-23

"We'll sit in the car, get little air '
30 she stopped at the cloak room fol
o moment, touched her cheeks with
powder. I'm as red as a lobster,
she confessed when she joined hin
again. The room was blurred and HI
seemed incredibly tall and she wa
glad of his hand under her arm.
In the car she found it absurdly
hard to keep awake. She was com
Portable and drowsy and he smoked
a cigarette slowly, talking a little
In casual tones. you know, I'm
sorry about Sally'S mumpS," he said
at last. But aside from that, I'm
glad of the way things have turned
out. Otherwise I might never have
met you!"
"Sallys peach" Kay said sleepily
"Sally's all right" he assented. But
you're like kitten, Kay. Sweet and
soft; and you almost purr when you're
happy" His arm was across her
shoulder, tipping her head a little
forward.
I'm not completely comfortable, ~
she suggested. MY neck's cramped!"
TRY this way" he suggested, and
drew her nearer him. She was no
longer sleepy. her wits alert now.
open one of the windows" she
proposed. after all, we came out
for air."
Won't you be cold?" he asked. She
shook her head and he leaned forward
to do what she wished. While his arm
was thus removed, she settled herself
in the corner Of the seat, her back
against the upholstery.
There, this is comfortable" she
said.
He chuckled and leaned toward her,
close to her. BE nice to me, Kay"
he whispered, and kissed her. She
watched him steadily, neither turning
her head to avoid him, nor yet as
senting; and he asked: THAT didn't
hurt much, did it?"
NO" Kay confessed. "You do it
well. Practice?"
Inspiration" he declared.
"Emily's told me about you" said
Kay reflectively; and he stiffened
family, drew back a little.
She's great GIRL" he confessed.
"I love her." Kay told him. "She's
wonderful"
He nodded. Il never met girl so
fine, in so many ways" he declared,
and he chuckled amiably. Think of
two of you coming from one small
town. That must be worlds record!
What Is it, the air up there? Some
thing you eat?"
Kay shook her head. Don't talk
about me. Talk about you," she sug-
gested. II know you're an architect
a good one. What do you build, houses
or Office buildings, or what?"
He grinned protestingly. I'm on
vacation" he reminded her. Let me
of tonight. Listen to the music. ]
like to hear an orchestra muffied by
distance so that all you get is the
rhythm. Something about a drum
beat that-gets you, doesn't it?"
"Just watching soldiers march al
ways makes me cry" Kay agreed.
1--WE heard Indian drums, in the
Southwest, at the pueblos. Taos.
When they beat, I like to get away
almost out of hearing, in the dark
ness. It's the first instrument a
savage makes, a drum of some sort.
Music's a savage art anyway. A
person without the least critical ap-
probation can enjoy good music. And
children"
Kay said nothing and he continued:
"All this modern music gets back
to first principles. Broken rhythms,
like the uncertain tom-tom! Rub-a-
dubs, with the heel of your hand on
a hollow log, or stretched skin"
He chuckled. do you know, If you
set up two objects and beat drum
Mt them they'll tend to draw together
with the vibration? No wonder music
stirs men and womeni If it weren't
for dancing as an outlet, there's no
telling what might happenP
This music is putting me to sleep" T"
Kay confessed. He touched her hand.
"It's time to 60 back in" she sug-
gested. I'm beginning to be cold"
"XN shut this window" he proposed.