Evening star., 1937-08-15

E WAS wonderful. He was divine. And
Isabelle simply could not bear to look
at him; his blue uniform and brass
. buttons, the gold braid - not much,
but still gold braid - on his sleeve. She mur-
INJURED, How do you do, and wondered what
to do with her hand as she withdrew it from
his. Gracious, she felt like gawky fool but
after all, Nary man! He gave person that
twittery feeling you got seeing newsreels of
the fleet going out to sea while band played
Anchors Aweigh'
so this is little Isabelle Cummings he
said
Isabelle's expression changed from shy con-
fusion to surprise, to resentment, to frank
and stubborn hostility. so this is lille lsa-
belle Cummings like he was patting her on
the head and telling her to be good little
girl and run along. His BROTHER Wally - two
years younger - did not treat her that way.
Quite the opposite, in fact. And if Edgar
Bowen, Just because he was smart enough to
have gone through Annapolis and been a
whole year in the Navy - if Edgar Bowen
thought because he was so disgustingly smart
it gave him the right to treat her like baby.
he was out of his mind She was sixteen and
that hardly qualified her for pats on the head;
even tone -of-voice pats And he wasn't such
great big man himself - wearing his uniform
when he could just as well be wearing his
natural clothes. Wearing his uniform because
his mother wanted to show him of before
everybody at the country club tea.
Isabelle turned to the Navy mans even
handsomer brother "Waly," she said with
the grandeur befitting one who had just swept
the American Navy off the map, lets 60 get
limeade."
What do you think of him?" Wally asked
as they sat down at table beneath an UNI
brella on the lawn.
Il think he's very different from you"
Different from mer Wally fairly beloved
hurt surprise. We'll should hope so!'
'Wally, you're proud to death of him and
you know it." That little speech let her out
very nicely. She hadn't said word against
Edgar Bowen and, thank heavens, her
thoughts we're her own.
Sure I'm proud of him." Wally added:
But don't you tell him said so. It's a rule
of ours never good word for the other.
With US it's argument is the spice of life.
He sighed like gust of wind on a radio. Eds
great guy; but conventional - boy! Lives by
the rule book. Still you can't disrespect him
for it because he means it. Now me -" Wally
shrugged his great shoulders.
You're the wild bull of the pampas or
something
Wally laughed. He was delighted. Isabelle
was sure the girl!
Most of the gentlemen in the younger set
held the same opinion. Two of them drifted
over to her table now and Isabelle was told
about the boat they had acquired the day
before from "a feller down by the lake.;
small sailboat for which Wally, Clifford Reed
and Chester Armstrong had paid fifteen dol
lars and which they owned equally. No one
was to see her until she was fixed up and ready
for moonlight sails on the lake.
To Isabelle this picture was not the thing
of beauty it was to the boys. Gracious, any
body could 60 all the way around the lake
and be back where they started from almost
before they got started. And besides, suppose
the boat sank? The boys had said something
about fixing the leaks. How did they know
how to fix leaks? They had good sense but
people had to have special kind of sense for
boats She shuddered. That lake was muddy
and full of weeds.
Susie Clayton, Kay Oliver, and Kay's best
friend" Marcy Moore, joined the group In