Carolina watchman. [volume] (Salisbury, N.C.) 1871-1937, 1936-10-16

how to order a swell dinner"
"All right, l love surprises"
Maris answered, relieved that she
had escaped that ordeal, for never
in all her life had she dined at such
a sumptuous hotel.
"Well, that little things attend
ed to. What brand do you
smoker"
Maris named a popular brand.
Here they are" replied Stan,
taking a jewel-studded cigarette
case from his pocket.
"That's one thing we have in
common" and he laughed rather
vacuously as though he had got off
a clever crack.
like to dance now?" he asked
as the grooming call of the orches-
ira was Turing people from their
tables.
emo, not yet," answered Maris,
realizing all too well how out of
place her simple little frock would
look amongst the ~gorgeously dress
ed women who were on the floor.
"All right, little me-. Well here
comes the eats and Maris surprised
an almost wolfishly-hungry look
in STAINS eyes as the waitress put
the food before him. Somehow
the picture Of Rod rose before her,
but quickly she banished it.
The very novelty of her exper-
fence intrigued Maris as the dinner
proceeded from course to course,
but she was glad when, about ten
o'clock, they decided to seek al
musement elsewhere.
"This whole streets full Of
~speakeasies," Stan said as he cruised|
on. II wonder which you'd like
best" and he turned to her with a
rather foolish grin on his face.
"Oh, the one with the best or
chestra," she answered quickly. II
love to dance!"
"You do? Well, here's the place."
and, drawing hi, car to the curb,
he stepped out and helped her onto,
the street.
When they entered the speak"
Maris had a strange feeling that she
had left herself outside and that it
was another person who crossed the
threshold in her clothes.
Immediately Stan secured a,
table, then ordered some drinks.
For a moment Maris hesitated as
she glanced at the cocktail before
her. She had rarely tasted liquor.
AS she hesitated, Stan said, "Bet-
ter try some of mine," and asking
the waiter for a glass, he poured
out a generous drink from his mo-
nogrammed, silver flask: ''It's the
Grand MacNeish. How dye like
it,"
Maris raised the glass to her lips,
and took a sip. II guess it's okay,"
she said uncertainty.
"Sure it is" he answered, filling
his own glass again and drinking
the liquor in one swallow.
At last, when they left, Maris
wondered how he could drive after
all he'd drunk, but the night air
seemed to have a SOLDERING effect on
him. When they neared home, he
seemed to be perfectly level-head-
ed, as he quickly preached a new
plan he had for stressing the style
end of the business.
How'd you like to work with
the Stylish"
"T'd love it."
Better than typing?"
"A thousand times BETTER" she
declared, glancing at him with
eyes.
"Then we'll have to see about
that tomorrow-or, I guess today"
"1've had a wonderful evening,
Stan. I've enjoyed every minute"
she said as he walked with her to
the door of the apartment house.
"Well, we'll have another, sweet
and before she realized what
he was doing, she felt his lips on
hers.
"Oh, Stan," she said, the color
dyeing her cheeks.
Quickly he took her in his arms
and raised her face to his. "You're
not angry with me, are you, love-
She shook her head slowly.
Continued next week