The Key West citizen. [volume] (Key West, Fla.) 1879-current, 1937-11-02

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You can't CO."
1t was impossible to argue with
her. After a day or two had gone
by, Nina spoke to her stepfather
about it.
Now it was Richard with whom
she had breakfast every morning;
and she supposed it was so par
ticularly nice, because she had
been eating alone these last two
years.
Nina was not one of the people
who are grumpy in the mornings
neither was he; and it was fun
to be taking especial care over the
spun sugar halo of your hair again,
and the selection OF your pajamaS,
because you knew you were going
to be seen and appreciated. For
Richard did appreciate her i.
and told her so.
On the morning that she had de-
cided to speak to him about NOV
ing away, he told her again, en-
phatically.
Its marvellous, you know, hav-
ing breakfast every morning with
someone who is so entirely-deco-
rative Gets the day off to such a
splendid start Have ! told you
before?"
'FYou did, when I wore my new
American Beauty.
She stopped, lblushing to think
that she had remembered the very
day and everything.
That was Sunday"
And she bluShed again-with
pleasure this time, to think that
he had remembered.
She said, Quiekgy:s there's
sometn I've been wanting to
speak to you about. ! talked with
Honey, but she only said: No as
/ rather expected she would. I'd
like a tiny apartment of my own,
Richard" She fibbed a little. I've
wanted one-to fuss over, you
know-for ages, but naturally /
couldn't leave Honey alone. Now,
though, / can -. Would you speak
to herr"
He was eating grapes in the
most marvellously efficient and
fastidious manner.
He paused with his brown hand
in mid-air, and looked at her
steadily. There was amusement,
and a terrifying piercing quality
in his dark eyes.
Nina's heart was doing a tap
dance against her ribs.
II will not" he said. calmly.
II didn't intend to get you in
volved in family argument, If
that's what you're afraid of"
And he said: ut isn't. I'm
afraid that she might say: All
right. Go ahead +"
The tap dance turned into an
elaborate routine. She realized
with sudden conviction, that she
hadn't ever really wanted to 60,
at all: and she supposed the relief
Of not having to was what was af-
fecting her so strangely.
She said: "Expound your grape
technique. win you. Richard? ! am
COMPOUNDED and envious."
He showed her how he removed
the seeds of the preceding grape
neatly hidden in the skin of the
current one.
They talked, very gravely for
some minutes, about grapes.
Incident On The Avenue
a UNIT Carrie (Horseface) Van
"A Alstyne was holding forth in
front Of the living-room fireplace.
She was telling stories on Honey.
and the eight or ten people gath
cred about her were convulsed
with laughter.
1t was Thanksgiving afternoon
and Nina was feeling little sick
from her enormous midday meal
Mushroom soup, and turkey,
of course, with rich chestnut dress
ing, cranberry sauce, and old Mar
garet's famous candied sweet po-
tatoes, that were really more can
dy than potato; then more turkey
again 3. Nina sighed.
She signaled her stepfather.
!. ~ think I'll walk up Fifth ave-
n2e ways, Richard, or / shall
meyer be aisgA toaswegfood tonight.
IT frofoWeu WOO
She got on her things and went
out into the stimulating Novem-
Der ADJ A.efd, itl felt good! She
struck out briskly and shifted
great invigoTatingIsDiffs.
At S6th street, on the park side
Of the avenue, she ran into Betty
Halliday and her brother.
Don't tell us. We're out doing
the same thing. Are you going to
the Fenwicks tonight. Nina?"
IF I recover sufficiently.
A small group of urchins dressed
in bedraggled grown-up clothes,
their faces painted groteSquely,
gathered round a taxi that had
drawn up to the curb.
How about a dime, mister :. ?"
Richard Challoner stepped out,
laughing.
Hi, Nina! / thought I'd catch
you
He stopped to pay the driver and
then threw coin high up into the
air. The urchins leapt for il.
Betty Halliday's brother whis-
tied, softly.
so they even follow YOU
through the streets, en-, NIna9
Who's the new heart throb?"
And Nina felt the hot blood
rushing 10 her cheeks as she said:
Hush, you idiot That's my step
father"
'Oh-ol Sorry"
tcopsTsgAs. 1887. Margaret Hsrsosl