Detroit evening times. (Detroit, Mich) 1921-1958, 1941-12-08

pantomime and heard the laughter
not high and shrill as laughter
often is. but low, broken, heavy
and gay just the same.
He realized TO his amaZement
that he was losing any sense OF
pity for these people. Pity was
being replaced by definite ad.
miration, by gladness that there
was this institution which could
bring them so much JOY in living
He really was getting ideas about
humanity.
The evening was almost over
when he strolled out into the
grounds around the spacious build.
ing. There was a swimming pool
there was a small grove, he could
see lounging chairs so the folks in
the institute could have plenty OF
sun.
There was vegetable garden al
the rear of the building, and he
could hear the sleepy Gathering:
of chickens coming from a fenced
enclosure.
LIT A CIGARET
He lit -eigaret and turned
around a great tree toward Z
group of chairs. Then he stopped
One of the chairs was occupied
The moonlight shone on the fail
hair of a slim young girl who, like
himself. evidently had found the
festivities a little firing. She
leaned back. relaxed. her feet or
the foot support, her hands lying
idly along the chair arms.
Barfield first started away, then
was afraid he might startle her
more by that. so he quietly walked
on until he stood almost beside
her.
She looked up. surprised and
Barfield found himself gazing into
a pair of the bluest eyes he ever
had seen. almost violet they were
in their deep lovelineSS.
Even as he smiled and bowed
he felt pang that so lovely a girl
should be SO handicapped. The
girl smiled back at him, motioned
to another chair. Barfield sat
down. He felt ill at ease. But the
girl smiled again, spread out her
hands TO take in the beauty, lifted
one hand toward the moon and
took a deep breath.
Barfield understood - she was
saying in almost as many words
that it was lovely night, that
the moon was gorgeous. He
nodded. Then they sat quietly.
Somehow, a sense of peace seemed
to enfold him and the girl. Occa-
Sionally they looked at each other
with a slight smile. But they
didn't seem to need to talk. Bar
field offered her a cigaret. She
took it. lit il on the match he
proffered and leaned back.
At last she looked at her wrist
watch and motioned Barfield also
looked. astonished that time had
passed so quickly. The music still
was playing. He could hear it
He motioned eagerly TO
her--twirling his hand round and
round. moving his body little as
though dancing. She laughed de-
Iightedly and nodded her head.
hit HIM HARD
On their way back to the house.
Barfelds mind was going like a
merry-go-round. This girl had hit
him hard. lie was going to find
out what could be done for her.
He was going to learn the finger
language. He thought woefully of
his slender purse and also of the
very definite possibility that she
would accept no help from him.
He stole a glance at her as she
walked beside him.
Her clothes looked all right
Barfield didn't know much about
women's raiment. but hers looked
as though money had been spent.
He was all at sea.
They reached the house. went
TO the auditorium from which the
chairs had been cleared as soon
as the play was over. 1t was filled
with happy-faced couples swaying
10 the music.
Barfeld slipped an arm around
the girl and they swung into the
waltz. She danced perfectly. 1t
seemed the perfect ending 10 a
perfect hour. As the music
neared the end of the tune. Bar
field decided he was going 20 find
out who she was. what he could
-do-fer- heF- He wasn't going 70
let her get away from him
He saw the friend who had
brought him standing by one OF
the exits apd steered his partner
there for The closing strains. But