The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1937-06-03

into his eyes. Around the huge
ballroom they went, the man:
arm holding her unnecessaril!
close, his cheek brushing hers il
spite of her effort to hold stifflI
away. AS they passed Don agar
she eXtricated herself with a quicl
side movement. She knew Dor
watched her, knew too that it was
through no sense of attraction
merely his inborn kindliness il
the face of distress.
She tried to leave the floor hui
the swarthy pirate again caught
her roughly. This time her blue
eyes sought DOn's with frank
plea for help. lie abruptly left
hls companion and zIg-zaggco
across the floor in pursuit. The
gross, half-drunkcn viking had
turned the trick for Pats. Quietly
but with determination, Don cut
in. Without enthusiasm he put his
arm around her slim waist and
they were dancing. Pats feet
scarcely touched the floor; she
was like Sunlit sea foam.
"Thank YOU" she said, softly,
breathlessly.
at was a pleasure"
4 don't know that 1 care for
masked balls" she remarked al
ter silent rhythmic movement.
"Thcy allow SO many privileges.
Zone is supposed to be among
friends he returned.
Pats mind darted about in an
effort to find some way of catch
ing Don'S attention. He was be-
ing kindly courteous, that was
all.
Perhaps you and | are
friends" she said, "but | have a
feeling that | never saw you be-
fore" If Don felt safe behind his
mask ne might relax his vigilance.
"And yet l may have talked to
you today, who knows"
"Does it matter who | am he
asked, evidently treasured. "Per-
haps | have no right to be here.
Any moment | may snatch your
pearls and"
"Oh, how thrilling. I've always
wanted to meet a stick-up man.
Tell me how and I'll help YOU"
Don laughed. He was enjoying
himself. Pats knew it. His anti
femininity complex had vanished
with the certainty that he was not
being lionized.
"Or | may be your favOritc
screen star" he venturcd. This,
Pats felt. was a test. If she failed
to rise TO the bait he was safe.
She laughed deliciously. I'D
know my favorite screen star,
she told him. "She's 6 years old
and about as big as your thumb y
"Then you haven't Il suppress
ed desire among the men. How
about Don Monterey? | under
stand he is quite popular with the
ladies'"
Hes all right but he leaves me
cold" She slanred glance into
DOn'S amazed eyes. She was hav-
ing glorious time, better than
her widest dreams. Her voice was
alive, vibrant, no more like that
of the competent Mrs. Monterey
than the Silvery tinkle of a foun-
tain is like ditch water. She had
caught Don's attention; he was
completely off guard. "PcOplc in
the public eye are a bit stuffy,
don't you Think" she asked guile
leSsly.
Holding her a little away from
him Don regarded her approving
ly. "Too stuffy to be of interest, =
he agreed. Lets talk about you.
Just who are you supposed to rep
resent? You might be a fairy
queen but you wear no crown, on
the Lily maid of Astolot, or a lit
tie white cloud with spot Of
gold where the sun shines on you.
Wait-don't tell me. have it.
You are Goldilocks. You live in
a little house near a big woods
and every day your mother warns
you to play in your own back yard
cause there's bars in them
woods" For a sworn woman hater
Don was doing quite well. Pats