The Waterbury Democrat., 1936-06-22

- shoulder, knowing that Bob had vent them.
 "see here, Marcia Cunning ham," she warned her rnirrored reflection. "You can't go haywirel Maybe the man did miss you - 50 what2" Maybe he hated to face the social mob again without proving he had bagged his game. Oh, what's the use? He gets un- der your skin and you know Al"
 The evening was gay. It was late when they came to zeni's, the mecca for Americans who want to laugh and talk and dance the new day in.
 "There are gigolos and hostess es," Count Won Wormstedt eX- plained. "The telephone on each table is e curious device. You can call any other table in, the room. I'll get Rosita for us"
 Rosita was slim and dark with black lacquered hair and red lac- quered flngernails. When she danced her bright rcd skirts made merry whirl and her silver-clad feet scarcely touched the floor.
 "You never have danced with Q gigolo?" she asked Marcia when someone pointed out the paid dancing partners. "Oh, but you must. I'll go get Pierre. You'll like Pierrel"
 She was gone for some time. Marcia was sure that she had for- gotten her promise and was glad. Paying man for dance was @ little disgusting. But eventually Rosita returned with a tail, dark Frenchman who bowed very low and danced very well. He sbegan to hold her too closely and she tried to move away. When she did he laughed Q little. Someone was taking flashlight pictures and attention was turned on the pho- tographer. Advertisements, or Sun. day news pictures, Marcia guessed. She hoped that the camera would miss her and this-this gigolo. Then as though taking advantage of the fact that all attention was centered elsewhere, Pierre bent over, and kissed her on the lips-long, hard, unyieldingly. She broke away with a little scream.
 Nobody heard. The fiashlight was doing it's stunt and the sound was lost. She ran back to the table, her face white and her eyes blazing. She was glad that Pierre did not come back to her but she heard him asking for his francs from Bob a little later.
 Pierre left her alone after that when they went to zenis. RcSita came often to the table. Bob danced with her a few times. and Marcia resented the way that his dark head bent to her dark one. Bob would be chivalrous always. She wanted him to be. He was quite as attentive maybe more 50, to Camilla. That was good.
 But Marcia did not think often of Rosita end Pierre. It was late spring in Paris, Q radiant spring with q painted blue sky, parks that were clothed in ver- dant velvet, trees that hung their leaves, full and heavy, on the scented air. It was spring and there were flowers on the street corners and music in the air. To- gether the four of them, joined occasionally by Jimmy, who was Count Won Wormstedt, went to the haunts of Paris. Seven moons slid down the sky. The trees in the Luxemburg Garden turned to an enchanted green. The group went to the Bois and watched the swans float on the cool black wa- ter. They visited the shops along the Rue de Ia PaixI Sitting in the dining room of the hotel one night, her bright hair radiant against the cool green of her frock, Marcia missed Phil.
 His chiefs in town and he's having dinner with him." Camilla explained. Phil has 6 new idea he has worked cut"
 "It's strange without him." she answered. Not quite complete"
 Bob glanced at her, then glanced away, but he studied the stem of a tall goblet. A little sorry, Mar. cia slipped one hand into his and be held 1t in strong fingers. The orchestra was beginning again.
 Shall we dancer" Bob held out his arms. The melody was one to which they had danced often on the roofs of Manhattan, at ho- tels along the ocean and on crowded floors of night clubs where one went after the theater to talk in an atmosphere too noisy to even think. Memories of all these places came together to make Q path to carry them