The Washington times., 1937-08-10

We'll" said the youth lightly
"let's hope the story has a hap
pier ending than the play. Here's
to keeping out of quod!" He
raised his glass.
Brock Stiffened. Was this smart
Aleck trying to get at him over his
deal in San Francisco?
Toni said quickly, Hes refer
ring to poor Peter in the play, who
ended his days in jail"
Brock chuckled. 1t had a hol.
low sound. Let's drink" A waiter
was passing. "A Scotch and soda.
please"
BREAKS PROMISE
Nov, you promised to keep on
the wagon" reproached Toni pre-,
tending to be playful, but already
worried. If Brock got tight again.
And here, of all places!
Someone was approaching them.
She turned. It was Guy Halstead.
Flagg. May ! join your party.
marquise?" he asked in his we'll
bred, charming voice.
The orchestra was playing a
waltz from 1.-THE Pink Lady" Guy
Halstead-Flagg claimed Toni for
the dance and they moved off
toward the ballroom.
She thought, What does Brock
matter? What does anything in
the world matter but thiS?"
He held her lightly, though firm.
ly. They moved as one.
The ballroom was long and cool
and fragrant with flowers. There
were few couples on the floor, most
of the guests congregating at the
two bars.
"You dance very beautifully,
marquise."
And you, also. monsieur" She
was divinely happy. all her cares
forgotten.
"You love music?"
Completely. You, too?"
with a beautiful girl"
Her heart throbbed.
EXCITING DANCE
He had not only marvellous
speaking voice, deep and resonant,
but he could sing, as we'll. Very
softly, thrillingly-he held her SO
close that she felt his warm
breath on her cheek-he sang a
verse from the famous old waltz,
to the last soft, CareSsing line,
Come, come, beautiful lady, to
paradise!"
The music stopped.
She said, in a breathless muir
muir: THAT was lovely. Thank
you, Mr.. Halstead-Flagg."
He smiled down on her. Flushed
eyes shining as though with some
inner radiance. she was wildly
beautiful at that moment.
Don't you think we know each
other well enough to call me
'Guy'?"
There was something humble
something so utterly sweet and
girlish in the way she looked and
spoke to him that, for time, he
forgot all his doubts and suspl'
cions of her. Indeed. for a mad
moment, he had the impulse to
kiss the lovely curve of her mouth
that was like bright flower. seize
and crush her tantalizing beauty
He took her arm.
II want to talk to you. I want
to be alone with you. Come" At
the far end of the room a velvet
portiere hid a door. He opened
it, and they were in smalle"
room, Uttered with books and
magazines. Facing them was a
narrow, curving staircase. up
here"
Enchanting Salon
He was so close behind her he
almost touched her as she climbed
to narrow balcony running
round three sides of the room
open that door, dear. Go right
ahead"
The dear" fell on her senses
happily.
He followed her into a small,
enchanting salon with pale yellow
moire-Silk walls. The effect was
of floods of sunshine.
She gave a quick exclamation
where are We?" she asked.
The salon was exquisitely fur
nished. Tiny porcelain urns. Deli
cately tinted etchings. Everything
dainty and pale-toned. Where
are we?" she repeated.
I'm paradise"
She gave a happy little laugh
Flung out her arms. Il love it!
See the tiny Dresden china shep
herdess. And isn't that a Sevres
pierrot? And, oh-look at the fat
little marquetry commodes"
He thought, struggling to con
troll the Iot feeling that threat
ened to submerge him and his bet