Evening star., 1936-04-19
Mogorine Section

where you going, Sue?" If only
Jim wouldn't yell so. He'd win in any
hogcalling contest.
Out" She hoped the tone of her
voice would flatten him, but he refused
to be impressed.
"Out where? Does Mother know?"
The fool. yelling like that. Terry wait
ing in his roadster at the curb would
hear. 1t had been bad enough to tell
Terry to wait outside; now Jim had
to go yowling around in his barnyard
voice. She forgot her new role in life
and reverted intellectually.
I'm going to the Oriole with Terry
Simmons, if you want to know, and
it's none of your darned old business;
so keep your nose out and if you feel
YOU have to cleanse your pure little
soul by telling everything you see, go
right ahead; l don't care"
After that outburst, she had re-
arranged her face and voice quickly
and stalked forward to the car and
slid into the seat by Terry. AS the
gears meshed, she caught her brothers
amazed wall: well, what do you
know -.
Even the girls at the table had taken
her for granted. OF course Mary and
Betty Williams had raised their eye
brows and she'd caught an aside about
"small fry" but even they were re-
duced to respectful acceptance by
Terry's overwhelming attention to
her. Terry sure was smooth and in
teresting. He knew how to treat girl.
And how to talk. Not lot of drivel.
but things that really mattered - all
about the chances of his university's
football team and the parties at his
house" At last she d found someone
who recognized her for what she was.
Now and then that creeping feeling
of trouble ahead raised its nasty head
and leered at her. But she was almost
sixteen - well, in another seven
months. Just because I'm pint size,
the family won't realize I'm growing
up. Mother goes to all those clubs and
study classes and Dads supposed to
be a wonderful judge Didn't they
ever hear anything at all about psy-
chology? Don't they know how sup
preston warps character? Or if they
do, don't they ever think of doing
anything about it? Anyway, tonight's
my night. A surge of reckless happi-
ness ran through her and she threw
herself into the steps with temporary
abandon.
Terry looked down at her in sur
prise Shrewdly he thought, well, may
be this kids been around. His arm
tightened around her and he smiled
confidently at her.
Sue was startled. Terry didn't look
so attractive then - he looked like -
well, she couldn't explain but what
ever it was she didn't like it. She felt
relieved when the music stopped and
they joined the others.
''How about drink, Sue?" Terry's
eyes were intent upon hers.
She felt suddenly shy. This going
around took lot of doing appar-
emily. "Oh. yes. I'll have lemonade.
thanks"
Lemonade. okay by me. You'll
never lose your figure on that. Gareon,
two bottles of beer and lemonade"
Terry certainly liked to talk. The
clipped staccato sound of his voice
drummed in her ears. Somehow or
other she couldn't catch his mood
now She was sleepy. Swimming
twice today and that tennis tourna-
ment i it had been full day. She
came out of her daze to find herself
agreeing enthusiastically to some
thing he had said. He was standing up.
his hand on the back of her chair. Oh,
they were going to dance again.
Terry whirled her across the floor to
door on the far side, through it and
out onto little balcony.