The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1937-08-18

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look in the clerks eyes.
That look changed to frank
curiosity when she returned early
in the evening after a fruitful
visit to the accommodating gown
shop, and, stopping at the desk
for her key, was given another
batch of letters.
But that incident was forgot
ten when she put on the new
white taffeta gown, SplaShed
with vivid flowers, and went to
meet John Graham who was in
a formal dress.
YOU'RE so SWEET
Il almost wish there wasn't a
dance" he said gravely. You're
SO sweet that I'd-well. like to
be alone with you"
On the dance floor he made
his meaning more clear by the
firm pressure of his arm, and
the ardent way he gazed down
at her live little face.
BY the time that dance was
ended, he'd persuaded her to call
him Jack" adding, "All my very
good friends do" with a smile
which said much more.
During an intermisSion, they
went up to the roof and walked
under the stars. And though AL
lison knew, before his arm
slipped about her, that he meant
to kiss her, she hadn't imagined
kiss could be so stirring. Nat
urally, the meeting Of their lips
dissolved the last pretense Of for
mality. They were two young
people then who frankly admit
ted a strong attraction for one
another.
Hearing approaching footsteps
they drew apart hastily, their
hands still clinging.
ELUSIVE JACK
A middle-aged woman with dyed
red hair and too much makeup
was coming toward them purpose
fully. Allison had seen her several
times in the hotel and diSliked
her mincing walk and coquettiSh
air.
Her nerves tensed when the in
truder twittered, my, but you've
been an elusive boy, Jack! I've
been waiting to thank you for
sending me those delightful creams
and powders and things. If I turn
into a raving beauty overnight, it
will be your doing"
Chilled of sudden, Allison
snatched her hand from John Ora
hams, and mutely acknowledged
an introduction to Miss Parnell.
MY dear" the older woman
purred, couldn't you spare Jack
for just one dance?"
why, certainly" But Allison
avoided the young mans eyes.
I'll meet you here in a few
minutes" His tone was desperate. ="
But before that dance was over,
she was in her room Savagely toss
ing little boxes and jars and book
lets into the waste basket. When
the telephone rang she decided at
first to let it ring, but on second
thought lifted the receiver. She
had a few things to say!
"Why didn't you wait" he
began.
Because I detest practical Iok-
ers," she stormed. IT know I'm no
beauty, and must have struck YOU
as being good material for q re-
modelling campaign-and maybe
I'd be more grateful for your kind
attention if were over forty"
Hold on!" he interrupted
tersely. II don't get this"
Good night" She hung up and
burst into tears.
The taffeta gown was crumpled.
her face tear-streaked, when
knuckles raped on the door and
John Graham'S stern voice ord
cred, Come out or I'll stand here
and pound until we're both dis
graced."
Startled, she opened the door a
crack and said, Go away"
He caught hold of her wrist and
pulled her into the hall. We'll
finish this battle in the library.
There's no one there"
In the deserted library he faced
her, demanding, Nov what's this
about my trying to remodel your"
"AS if you didn't know" she
flared hotly. II looked dowdy and
my haircomb wasn't smart, so you
piled me with ads for permanentS
and complexion aids. Also invita-
tionS to visit gown shops"
He gripped her arms hard. 1T
had no such motive!" he declared.
II just happened to notice how
disappointed you looked when
there was no mail for you. So when
Miss Parnell-an old friend of my
mother's-turned up here and
limited that she'd love to try some
of the stuff the cosmetics company
work for puts on the market, I
had the sample line sent to you.
ON THE LEVEL
And to make sure you'd have
some mail to ponder over, I filled
out a few coupons in magazines,
and gave your name to several
concerns that handle our prod.
uctS. But, gosh, I had no idea of
making you over! I don't give
hang what you do to your hair,
or what clothes you put on. It's
you I fell for-the adorable, visit.
ful-eyed girl I first saw and
wanted to know better. And
that's on the level"
Half convinced, she asked,
But will this heavy mail come
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