The Washington times., 1936-08-04

there was the question of mol
isn't Spearhead Inn a swank
sort of place in Westchester? I'm
not dressed, Mrs. Vandaveer. I
couldn't go there"
She dismissed that airily, say.
ing that half the people at the
opening would be in sports clothes,
anyhow. She herself would wear
a suit.
"Joel'S reserved a table in the
gardens for supper and dancing.
With this moon iS will be beauti-
full out there. Come on, no argu-
ments," she said gaily, taking him
by the arm and leading him back
to the terrace where she informed
Wallace BriScoe, apologetically,
that her husband had just phoned
to ask Mr.. Randolph and herself
to join him at his club.
She thought: The old bore
doesn't belong to the Metropol-
itan, so that's okay.
Wallace Briscoe suggested that
he drop them in his car, but she
declined, saying her own car was
waiting and she must excuse her
self now, and change into a suit.
Wallace hung on, however, until
she reappeared. He insisted on
seeing her and young Randolph
into her limousine, and officiouSly
directed her chauffeur, from the
sidewalk, to drive her to the
Metropolitan Club.
ITO the Spearhead Inn, please,
Lewis" When they had driven
three blocks from the house, she
gave her instructions.
very good, Madam" rejoined
Lewis, like the excellent servant
that he was, though he held his
own opinions as to the change Of
direction.
The gardens of the beautiful
country inn were full of fashion
able people when they arrived.
Lorraine nodded right and left,
and said airily to the head waiter
as she slipped him five-dollar
bill unseen by Jimmy: Put an
other table on the edge OF the
dance floor, please"
A young sickle of moon hung
in the dark blue sky, and foun-
tains with colored floodlightS
playing on them splashed rhythm
ically, kaleidoscope of beauty.
There were fairy lamps upon the
trees, and a great splash of light
beat down on the orchestra.
Flowers bloomed everywhere, in
beds upon the lawn, in silver vases
on the little tables that cleaned
with the sheen of silver and china
and cutlery and glassware.
Lets dance" said Lorraine
quickly, "that glorious music sim
ply demands that we dance,
Jimmy"
He put an arm about her on
the polished platform, under the
sickle moon, and they moved
rhythmically together in the
strains of a waltz by Strauss.
A bare five minutes later, he
was staring as though stupefied at
a overwhelmingly lovely vision on
the floor. A golden-headed girl
who wore an orchid chiffon gown
of daring cut, with a cascade Of
orchids streaming from her shoul-
der and who, as she danced, was
laughing up at her partner, a
handsome, diSsipated-looking man
in evening clothes. e.
The girl was Luana Waters!
Luana and Handsome" had
been at the Inn a couple of hours
before Jimmy arrived. They had
dined and wined there and, be-
cause she was miserable about
Jimmy, the usually abstemious
Luana had had good deal Of
champagne, hoping to drive her
black mood off.
What was the boy to her? Why
must she think of him? Yvonne's
admonition came back to her, that
when one was young and beauti-
full. it was foolish to waste ones
time on pennileSS youth.
Besides, not once had Jimmy at
tempted to make love to her, nor
given her an inkling that he felt
anything beyond the platonic.
That had pleased her at first,
because OF her unfortunate con-
nection with the man who was
now IN prison and from whom she
was soon to get an annulment.
But as the gorgeous days of
spring slipped by, memory of Ger
aid Bruton faded. In new scenes
in a wonderful town where she
was kept inordinately busy all day
long and at nights, when her job
demanded that she step out to
smart functions and amusing
night clubs and shows, one had no