The guardian. [volume] (Boston, Mass.) 1901-1960, 1939-02-04
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By GLORIA SINCLAIR
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WNU Service.

siderable excitement in what fondiy
believed itself the younger set"
Nashville was fast emerging from
villagehood and was eminently city
conscious. Celia came from New
York. All the girls we're prepared
for ultra-sophistication.
few came over to her aunt's
farm to see her the very first eve
ming. They found pretty, healthy
girl with markedly simple straight
forward manner.
Dumb, she seems to me-" said
Violet Ray, who was in normal
school, was too thin and had no
steady boy friend.
I've come down here to play ten
mis-, get some swimming in really
truly lake and run wild in the sun
shine" laughed Celia to her aunt
later. 81 simply won't be inveigled
into bridge parties or indoor waste
OF time. Yes, dearest aunt, you may
give one dance for me, only I really
want to live in the lake, excepting
when I'm on the tennis courts
Evidently she can't play bridge.
l guess she's not much of a dancer,
either. And, gosh, that dress had
no style at all. You might buy it
anywhere. l thought from what
Mrs. Weber said her niece was
something marvellous"
Darn good LOCKER" said the
boys, hoping their tennis would pass
muster.
Mrs. Webber laughed. ''Never
mind, Celia" she said, 81 want
them to see you dance-that's why
I'm giving dance for you. They're
all run silly with trying to be what
they believe New York is. They
are just babies with new toys. Your
uncle can't stay in the room when
Milly Bait tries to smoke. He says
she looks just like 'Guendolyn the
Tame Chimpanzee' who smoked at
the last circus. | know you'll for
, give them if they try to snub you.
If they knew who you were they'd
crawl at your feet"
But all l want is for them to be
kind and friendly" said Celia,
stretching her well-molded arms.
I'm simply spelling for a swim"
Did tell you that Wyatt Fischer
is coming tomorrow" asked Mrs.
Webber. well, he is. You know
he is just through the Beaux Arts in
Paris. He has been offered a posi-
ton in his fathers office in Phila-
delphia and we think he will go far"
Il knew him-a little-in New
York, and Celia blushed slightly.
'Wel(, he won't tell these good young
people word until we say he
may-about anything" she said,
vaguely.
There isn't anything to tell" said
/ Celia, excepting that l am on the
stage"
The farmhouse made a lovely set
ting for Mrs. Webber's dance. It
was filled with fine old furniture and
boasted wide rooms which had been
recently ioored with polished oak.
Celia looked lovely in a simple pink
dress that none but her aunt knew
bore a Paris label.
The rooms were filled; some good
jazz musicians gave their best. And
in the middle of the evening young
Wyatt walked in and smiled at
Celia.
$50 you're really back" was all
she said.
"And with a real job" he replied
meaningly, as they glided out on
the floor.
Gosh, she can dance all right"
said Violet, powdering her income
Iy nose.
"Tu say she can. But she has
no line responded Mildred Bait,
who was short-winded and clumsy.
Line nothing She's got it, de-
clared Polly Dawson, a freshman
at the state university, good looking
and first-class athlete.
After delicious supper Mrs. Web
Der, who loved young people and
knew how to make an evening hap
Ply, rose and, nodding to Celia, said:
eve have tonight been celebrating
my little niece's engagement to
Wyatt Fisher, whom you all know"
CONSERVATION registered on almost
all the girls faces. "You will also
like to hear that dear little Celia
is Isolde the dancer, whose picture
know you've seen in the rotogra-
vure sections of your Sunday pa
pers. She will be married from my
home Tuesday next. Now, Celia,
have you anything to say, dear?"
only that l do hope you will like
me, for l am going to live here in
the summertime. You see, Wyatt
knows you all and l don't" The
sweet, gentle voice went on: 81
feel rather lost among you, for I am
the only stranger" .
Polly Dawson jumped up and ran
to Celia and Rugged her. Gwen be
friends, for your service is fine and
you can dance and you can SWIM"
Every one laughed, for all loved
impulsive Polly. "And we won't
give a darn for the eats" she
whispered naughtily in Celia's ear.
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