The Washington times., 1936-01-04

the son of the house was upon
them, with Vernon-pale and
lovely-on his arm.
Fifteen minutes later on the
dance-floor at the Van Tyles'
party. Nan Washington dancing
in an abandoned way with
"Foggy" Henson. Vernon with
young Van lyle. Then Terry
Shannon cutting in.
80 it's you, Don Juan. is it?"
That's an inappropriate title.
gave you credit for more gray
matter, Miss Tyson"
so? Your women must all be
clever as well as wild. weak and
willin'? Nice for you, isn't it?"
He flushed. That had gone
home. But how to explain 10 her?
But what Of herself and Prince
Karinoff?
AS they swung across the dance
floor he couldn't help saying:
What about people who live in
glass houses?"
She laughed. Her laugh had
the tinkle of icicleS in it. Glass
houses let in the sunshine, even
if they make one the victim Of
shoppers and busybodies!"
Third score for you. How
quickly you've learned in this
city!"
ITO defend myself? Even If I
do live in a glass houSe?"
For a time-a very short time
y dwelled in a beautiful Castle
in Spain"
And women have shattered it,
suppose?"
When men are in the wrong,
they always do blame women for
destroying the shrine that their
imagination or vanity has set up
Vernon said softly as they danced.
80 I'm the object Of your
scorn?" He held her so close now
that he could feel her heart flut.
tering through her white dress.
She couldn't be as cold and in
different as her voice sounded?
"PhilandererS are amusing, "
said Vernon, but I don't seem
to have much respect for them"
do you say that because you
happen to have seen me with
Nan?"
What you do is your own af-
fair. Let's change the subject"
But you don't understand at
ali. You misjudge me-"
Nonsense. What does 1t mat
ter what 1 think?"
Let's get out of here urged
Terry. There's a little room up
stairs. We can talk there"
He paid no attention to her
protests. He led her up the stairs,
along a narrow passage and into
a small smoking den.
Now tell me all you've been
doing. It's been ages since we
had real talk"
Whose fault is that?"
"YourS."
There you go again, blaming
the woman! My fault indeed?
Hark to the prize squire of dam
sells talking
I'm no squire of damsels. as
you call it. I liked one girl
awfully. But she preferred some
body else. What's the use Of talk
ing about it?"
Then don't. Only your sur
mise is wrong. I'm as heart
whole and fancy-free as the day
I hit this city!"
Were you entirely heart-whole
them"
He touched her white hand as
it hung by her side. you're try.
ing to tear down another shrine
"a beautiful memory"
You talk like that. a bare
half hour after I saw you kissing
my cousin!"
It didn't kiss her, Vernon" he
said quietly, II have kissed no
other woman since I kissed you,
that wonderful first night in
town at the SuydamS' party. ]
thought then that we meant some.
thing to each other-that it
wasn't idle flirting on your part
that you were different"
I'm mott am-Oh, I hate you!
You're so self.righteouS."
"You don't hate me. That's
! just pretense. When I was dane.
ing with you just now. I could
feel your heart beating like a
wild little bird-afraid, Vernon,
of capture!"
when you like anybody, you
don't stay away. You don't de-
liberately take other people out
Hasn't it occurred to you that
might be to cover up a disappoint
ment?"
I'm the goddess with the feet
! of clay? In the Castle in Spain