The Washington times., 1938-06-27

she might. she could not get
Biff out of her mind, and yet.
instead of riding with Biff, she
was with Delmer who was so
sweet, but so different! Some
how. he appealed only to her
head. She liked to talk to him,
to go to concerts with him. ...
But with Biff: there, her blood
was stirred, her heart was
aroused.
Oh, if only life had given
them the same ambitions, if
only they had not been separ-
ated by this abstract something
this muisc. They would have
been so happy, with their
love and their simple tastes.
Instead this big city was put
ting more and more between
them. She would never again
see Biff. Oh, Biff. Biff A
melancholy something twisted
her heartstrings.
She longed for Biff in spite Of
herself. And yet she hated Biff
at the same time. He was so
proud, so relentless in his am
bition to be a swing musician.
And the way Broadway was 60
ing to his head.
HERE THEY ARE
The raindrops' melody of
monotony gradually lulled her
thoughts, so that she was
startled when Delmer an
nounced: Here we are. Har-
riet."
What? Where?" she asked.
With an effort she drew her
self back into the present and
Delmer. They we're in a shadowy
alley of Greenwich Village that
looked as if it we're part of a
French or Austrian faubourg.
How do you like the placer"
asked Delmer, taking her wraps.
It's nice-and-and cozy," "
she said. She had never been
in mans quarters before under
such unconventional circum.
stances. It made her feel un.
easy-almost guilty! But then
doing things like this seemed
to be accepted as part of the
mores Of the group she went
with.
Delmer left her alone for a
few moments and she had time
to look around. It was a tiny
living room with two ultra-com-
Portable chairs, a phonograph,
an upright piano, pieces of sheet
music lying scattered every
where. magazines pell-mell, rec.
ords here and there.
Through door she could see
part of a bedroom, as rumpled
and upset as the rest of the
apartment. She tried to reassure
herself that she wasn't doing
wrong.
Terrence returned bearing a
decanter of wine and two
glasses. "An excellent Chablis, u
he announced tremendously
1913. The best vintage with the
possible exception of 1929"
SORRY SHE CAME
Harriet accepted a glass Of tht
vine gingerly. slipping it slowly
Her head began to zoom strange
ly. her hands were getting warm
She began to feel definitel!
sorry that she had come.
After finishing his glass, Del
mer rubbed his hands. And nov
for Mr.. Schweitzer. A grea
artist, ahem, a great artist"
Harriet nodded timidly.
Delmer carefully place a IL
inch record on the phonograph
his hands showing an ugly white
against the pitch-black wax o.
the disc. The solemn, churchlI
fugue began to issue from thu
loudspeaker.
IT'S truly beautiful" en-
Unused Harriet.
Then, while the music played
Delmer approached and put hi!
arms around her. Harriet wa:
so shocked that she made nj
movement or protest. Ther
Delmer proceeded to place hi
face close to hers =.
But in a second she recovered
her senses and delivered
resounding slap on Delmer'
face. A white-hot fury seizet
her.
80 this is the kind Of per
son you turn out to bel" Ha1
riet cried, her eyes blazing
This was the reason you talke'
to me so beautifully about ar
and music and culture. Now
understand you and all you
friends. understand things a
never before"
Delmer absorbed her tirade
quite calmly. Evidently, thi
was not the first torrid tongue
lashing MIR. Terrence had taken
WHAT'S UNDERNEATH
"All your beautiful talk" sh
continued in the same Shri
vein. sis just a shield unde
which you take advantage of
girl. Well, I'm glad I've see
through you before it is to
late. You and your kind ma
seem clean and well-bred bl
underdeath you're-horrible!"
Burning with rage, Harri'
grabbed her coat and hat, storm
ing out of Welmer's apartment
For a few moments she roame
in the rain, her brain on III
and remorse in her heart
having let Biff down. Ever
thing around her began to tai
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