Evening star., 1936-01-05
THIS WEEK
Be Kind to Buster !
Continued from, page four

look of doubt, tinged with condescend-
ing amusement, directed at Isabelle.
Every time an automobile came
down the street, she became rigid with
listening. Suppose the car were Cliff
ford's - what was she going to do
when he came in and saw Buster?
How could she make him understand
that it wasn't true. it wasn't! She
was the same girl that Clifford knew
when he told her goodbye; she hadn't
lost out with the crowd. She didn't
have to be nice to children so as to
have a lot of boys around her. for
she was still the most popular girl in
town. But would he, could he. believe
that, with the crowd looking at her
this funny way and Buster behaving
like Buster?
Buster had taken over the party as
his own. He greeted everybody as if
he. Buster. were the host desirous Of
making all comers feel at home. He
turned on the radio and gave an ex-
hibition tap dance during which his
wildly swinging arms knocked over
pile of books and a vase of flowers.
Allowing Wally to clean up the debris,
he grabbed Isabelle in a tight en-
brace and whizzed her through the
living room, out into the hall. on to
the screen porch. then back to the
living room. He laughed in masculine
glee as she tried to push him away,
crying: let me 60. Busterr'
you cute little thingr' he muir
INJURED and held her closer.
Isabelle had about reached the end
of her endurance. She knew that it
couldn't be much longer before Cliff
ford Reed would arrive. At that
moment, an automobile, tearing down
the street, came to screaming stop
outside.
Clifford; he always stopped his car
abruptly like that.
Isabelle could bear no more. She
saw that the only thing for her to do
was to say she was i'll and go to bed.
Only by getting rid of everybody
could she get rid of Buster. She put
her hand to her forehead.
My head is simply -" She stopped
and looked at Buster. dawning de-
light in her eyes. as a sudden in
spiration burst upon her. MY head.
she began again, ''is simply whirling
after that dance. Buster" She added
quickly in a voice for his ears alone:
Listen. Buster. you maybe wouldn't
like to take little ride with me"
''Surer' he agreed nonchalantly.
well, you sneak out to the drive
way and back Papa's car out into the
street while l get a coat. Then Ill
meet you there"
''Okayr' Importantly mysterious,
he skunk out of the room with an ex-
aggerated stealth that drew all eyes
to his exit. Out in the street could
be heard the loud bang Of an auto
mobile door as it was slammed shut.
Isabelle, giggling nervously. ex-
claimed to the room in general: my.
my! What child! What an infantw
She caught Wally Bowen's arm and
hurriedly led him into a corner:
Listen, Wally. I've just remem-
bered something I've got to do for
that child, Buster. If anybody asks
where am, just say you don't know.
but I'll be back soon."
She heard feet clumping up the
front steps as she snatched a wrap
from the coat closet before she ran
out of the side door and into the gar
den. Across the edge she saw Clifford
Reeds car parked behind Wally's
battered roadster. She found Buster
seated at the wheel of the Cummings
automobile and bursting with self
satisfaction. AS she climbed in beside
him, he asked with a caressing, con-
descending smirk:
"All right, cuteness. where d'you
wanna go?'
"Ohr' She had to pause to catch her
breath. 81 think it'd be kind of nice