The Waterbury Democrat., 1936-04-22

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 gets you up a tree. as it is now the music and soft lights and everybody having a grand time. Oh, have had 8 grand time tonight, a wonderful time! I don't know when"
 Well, that's better!" Tim paused, eying her. Then he smiled. You're funny little thing. Toby Ryan. Did you know that?"
 "Why2"
 She had never looked lovelier. Her eyes, brightly questioning, seemed enormous. Her head was lifted, bringing into outline the adorable line. of her throat. She put one hand on her cheek, tucking a stray curl into place and he notcied how graceful the movement was.
 Never mind" Tim said. You're exactly the way I like you. And I'll tell you something else. saw you this afternoon - no, I don't mean those few moments when we talked together. It was after I came away and went back. It was early; you see, didn't want to take a chance of missing you. The fashion show was still going on and I stood at the door a moment. I saw you come in in a dress that was sort of rose colored-like pink sea foam. It was an evening dress"
 Toby nodded. "1t was lovely, wasn't it?"
 Lovely? It was gorgeous - or rather, you were gorgeous, wearing it. That's what you are and that's what I'm going to call you. Cor geous. It's exactly the right name for you. Do you mind?"
 She laughed. T don't see why I should"
 Neither do I, Gorgeous
 They both laughed then, for no reason at all. Toby said, T like your name - Tim. It seems to suit you. It sounds care-free and good- natured and"
 "Lazy?"
 "Well, I wouldn't say that. At least, I wasn't going to. Is it true?"
 Some people think so." He frowned. But why should I pre- tend to like sitting around in an office when I don't? I've tried and I hate it. Looking at charts and tables and pretending to know what they mean. Going to confer ences and hearing some old duffer spout of lot of facts and figures that nobody gives darn about or even listens to. It's tripe, that's what it is. Besides, if I did have a job, it would only mean taking it away from some poor devil who needs it. Why should do that?"
 Toby thought of Carol Marsh and | nodded. T see what you mean" she said, land I think I agree with you"
 "The way things are," Tim went | on, the business is a lot better off | than if were trying to put my oar in. Sometimes, of course, maybe i I'll feel differently about it. Mean while, I've got other things to do"
 What, for instance?"
 "Oh, lots of things. Pooling around with boats in the summer. Playing golf and a little polo - I'm terrible at it, but still I like to keep at it. Staying in town in the winter, getting around and seeing people and keeping track of what's going on"
 "It sounds like pleasant life," Toby told him.
 Its all right. Tell me, Gorgeous, do you like being a model?"
 T like it lot better than work ing at Bergman's."
 He considered this. "Yes, guess you would. But how about going around to studios and style shows and the places you do. Don't you meet a lot of fresh guys?"
 The dimple showed in her cheek. "Only one, so far. There's a MT. Jamieson, who's been of a nuisance"
 He grinned. And what are you going to do about it?"
 "I haven't quite decided yet"
 Well" he said, If I can be Of assistance in any way"
 Thank you. I'll remember that"
 The music that had ended a short time before was beginning again. This time the band played ! number with a slower tempo. Toby had heard the words, sung by radio favorite. They were rather sentimental and it was a dreamy, sentimental tune.
 She said suddenly, Let's dance"
 He had asked her earlier and she had refused, afraid to reveal that she was not a practiced dancer. But her caution proved unneces- sary. Tn Tim's arms she moved | lightly, smoothly.
 The dancing space was small and crowded. Another couple, rather awkward, swung toward them and he held her closer. Toby felt his cheek against her hand. It was only for an instant; the awkward | cour!e moved on and Tim released her.
 He said. "Why didn't you tell me you can dance like this?"
 She laughed. not bothering to