Evening star., 1938-06-19

Lefty for the sole purpose of putting her there
No need for Isabelle to make any pointed
remarks; she could be subtle about the whole
thing.
A week later Jonathan O'Neill came home
and made his way Immediately to Isabelle.
Isabelle and Lefty waited for him on the front
porch of the Cummings house, though Lefty
did not know she was waiting. Isabelle had
merely invited her over to spend the day."
Gracious, girl had to have experience to walk
in cold on date with boy as attractive
as Jonathan.
Its Jonathan" Lefty whispered in awe
as his car came to stop before the house.
Maybe I'd better CO."
MOI" Isabelle commanded, and went for
ward to meet him. She wished her heart
would behave. But goodness, she'd sort of
forgotten how terribly attractive he was! He
came up the steps three at time, caught
both her hands.
"Isabelle!' he murmured. 1T has been
years and the longest of all the drive from
my house to here"
Her eyes fed to his necltie. Oh, how could
she have forgotten how utterly divine he was?
so tall and nonchalant in his English-cut
clothes, the sun shining on his blond hair, his
voice thrilling and deep in his chest. And the
way he could talk like somebody in a play -.
The way he could talk.
Like drowning person Isabelle clutched
at sanity Yes, and the way he expected yon
to talk. And talk. What good were moments
like these if other moments strained girls
brain to the breaking point?
Its marvellous you're home" she said.
And you know Lefty Scoggins don't you?"
She laughed feebly. Though maybe you
don't recognize her with her new hair cut"
There was pang Isabelle could not deny
as she saw his interest fare at the sight of the
small figure cMled in the corner of the couch,
the face that seemed all eyes looking upath him.
'Of course, we've met" he said to Lefty.
Tilting his head to one side he added, Strange
didn't notice before - yet perhaps it is your
hair that's brought it out. Really you know.
you're quite like Laurencin."
Isn't she though" Isabelle agreed, for a
Lawencin must be something nice from the
way he'd said it.
Il like Marie Lauencin's paintings, Lefty
said calmly Il was reading only the other
day what Ellie Faure has to say of her work"
You know Faures books?" Jonathan ex-
claimed as if he had discovered long lost
relative.
why, of comse" Lefty answered.
They were off, Isabelle realized. This soon
the intellectual conversation had begun.
Isabelle managed to hold her own by agreeing
with whatever Lefty said. And what Lefty
said was even worse than Isabelle had imag-
ined practically unintelligible to mere
normal brain. As the afternoon wore on,
Isabelle slipped more and more into the back
ground as Lefty began to use her eyes, and
80 lowered to that certain
,ona;.-~ ,..-~'s vu.~~
thrilling note. 1t hurt little " liz :7I to..~
spoken to another girl, but Isabelle salved
the hunt by thinking of the hours of such talk talk
she was escaping; and, more comforting still,
by imagining the look on Susie Clayton's face
when she discovered all. Isabelle was certain
now that the plan was going to work. Why,
it was working so fast it was practically an
insult!
1t was definitely an insult, vile slap in
the face, Isabelle concluded thirty-nine hours
later Raging, she sat in shaft of morning
sunlight before her dressing table and fused
with a scarf at her throat. No word from
either of them since Jonathan had taken
Lefty home day before yesterday. A fine pair!