The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1935-01-17

By Vida Hurst
Copyright. Register and Tribune
Syndicate.
CHAPTER ONE

first strains of a tango
Carlos and Treasure smiled at
each other.
Think you can do it," he
said.
II know I cam" the girl an
swered. cts no different
from dancing it to the victrola
and goodness knows we've
practiced it enough"
No one else in the night club no
ticed as the young couple left their
obscure table by the wall, but they
had not gone once around the floor
before the other dancers were paus-
ing to watch them.
The boy, swarthy and fiery. ad-
vanced and retreated with the pas
sionate abandon possible only TO a
South American. The girl, delicate
ly blond with hair like corn silk
and blue eyes of an intoxicating
sweetness was a perfect foil. Even
the cheap white dress she wore
could not conceal the lissome beauty
of her figure, the flashing symmetry
of her legs.
AS if unconscious of the fact that
they were now alone on the floor
they moved through the measures
of the dance to its conclusion.
gravely triumphant.
There was a burst of applause.
Carlos whispered, do you hear
that, Treasure? They are clapping
for us"
Flushed and silent they returned
to their table. the center of all eyes
until the music started again.
That was perfect" the boy ap-
proved. Aren't you glad now 1
made you practice it?"
Yes, and you've been awfully pa
tent with me, Carlos"
Most American girls are too
self conscious to do it well but you
have learned to do it beautifully"
It's the most fascinating dance
in the world" she admitted.
Absorbed in each other they did
not observe the stout, smiling man
who had followed them to their
table.
That was a mighty pretty exhi-
bition you put on just now he said.
i've seen the tango danced in
many different places but I never
saw it done more gracefully"
Carlos black eyes beamed.
Il was born in Argentina" he said
proudly.
The proprietor of the night club
bowed and smiled broadly.
1T is a pleasure to have you with
us"
His little eyes we're almost hidden
in layers of fat as he waddled back
towards the bar. Pete Fernando
hadn't spent almost 40 years in the
entertainment business without
learning how to size up his GUS
toners. He knew that these were
a couple of inexperienced young
Sters.
The girl looked as if she had
never seen the inside of a night
club before.
What he did not know was that
they had practiced for weeks to
make this appearance. The Bermu-
daS had lived in the same neigh
borhcod with the McGuires fol-
more than a year. Carlos worked
in an oil station and half the girls
on Fillmore st were crazy about him.
There wasn't one of them who
hadn't longed to be in Treasures
shoes those nights he was teaching
her to tango to the music of his
mothers victrola.
Her blue eyes we're sparkling as
she looked across the table to her
companion.
You're different tonight" Carlos
said. i've never seen you like this
beforS."
It's the excitement" she con-
fesSed. i had no idea it would be
so wonderful. The lights and mu-
sic and all the lovely. lovely ladies. I"
You are more beautiful than any
of them" he declared passionately.
Beneath the table his hand
sought hers but she evaded him.
Lets dance again"
His eyes burned into hers but
Treasure was conscious of nothing
but her surroundings. The tawdry
red hangings and gilt fixtures were
scarlet and fine gold to her mex
perienced eyes. Carlos himself was
only a part of the entire glamorouS
setting.
She did not repel his advances.
She did nor even notice them until
they had left the club and were on
a street car bound for home.
Wasn't is gorgeous?" she sighed.
His heavy eyebrows met in a
scowl above his devouring eyes.
1T could have been better"
Why. Carlos, what do YOU
mean?"
You didn't pay any attention to
me. You didn't even seem to know
/ was there"
Bewilderment was in her voice.
I didn't dance With any one
else"
mo, but your eyes were all over
the place. You weren't thinking of
me at all"
Everything was so new and
strange to me, Carlos. was trying
to see it all at once"
While I was thinking OF nothing
but you," he announced dramatic
ally.
For one moment she forgot that
he was Just neighborhood boy who
had taught her to dance. He be-
came as darkly mysterious as if she
never had seen him before.
When he whispered Cant you
see I'm mad about you?" a fash OF
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