THE REGISTER-GUARD. EUGENE, -OREGON
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8y LOUISE HOLMES
COPYRIOHT. 1940.
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, CHAPTER XX
said, "if yu're smart yu
vT kiss me.
I. 'blundered into another
couple and almost lost his
that'll you do?" he
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t's a gift." she answered.
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LA looked imploringly at the
ITiline. Immediately iuui sen
Km stepped forward. A boy,
Kg a bright red necktie with
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shoulder.
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4 again. "You're wanted at
. co,-fl " he said.
". .,'. a drink. Ann in-
Lintox can't say intoxicates
.-( plenty.
Ill stranger kept pace with
at Steve's shoulder.
L,'saw Paul with Irene Temple.
darklv. watching
Ert, not responding at all to
kits coquetry.
1.11 .ko'c sn eood let me dance
t her," the boy insisted.
Stive crushed Ann to mm. -iou
,uut of here. Ann's my girl. I
a her first." Suddenly he was
m. Loosening his hold on
Juhe whirled on the accom-
oditing stranger, ins arm snoi
:., .H fnrfnnatelv. missed its
i Instantly there was a rush
Cilags and Steve was bundled,
Uttinff InuHlv. from the floor.
Li found herself dancing with
l rescuer. He was very young
Ei fair haired.
Hy name is Ray Stan Ray."
'How do you do. rm Ann
bra."
"Yes, I know. The Evanston
him?"
Jio." She was ashamed of
:jt had hapoened. For a mo-
lat it dampened her joy. "Will
M oacu.' sne asKea.
"Steve? No, he's finished for
tonight. The Claybourne butler
and the taxi driver will carry him
in."
"Isn't It a pity?"
"Yeah Steve's a swell guy." He
changed the subject. "Look, Miss
Brown are you dated for the
week-end?"
"I'm afraid so." Cinderella must
not step out of her glass slippers.
"Too bad. A crowd of us are
going to my dad's fishing lodge
on Lake Michigan. Like to have
you come along."
"It would be lovely. Another
time, perhaps."
"Right. I'll give you a ring."
Ann thought of the tinkle of the
telephone bell in Mrs. Follet's
back hall, of Myrtle's scream,
"Ann there's a man on the
phone." She also thought of Stan
Ray's dismay when he learned
that he had invited Mrs. Pringle's
assistant to a house party on Lake
Michigan. He did not ask where
he should call, obviously certain
that a little inquiry would locate
the attractive Miss Brown in the
social register.
Paul finally freed himself from
Irene Temple and cut in. He took
Ann to the supper room. She sat
down while he filled her plate
from the immense buffet table. It
was good to sit down, she hadn't
realized that the little gold slip
pers were tired.
The plate of food was to be one
of her memories. Tiny open-faced
sandwiches like flowers, a fluted
cup of chicken salad, huge black
olives, a lSUe boxed ice, salted
almonds.
"I'm dreaming, Paul," she said.
"In a minute I'll wake up and it
will be creamed dried beef."
He laughed. "As a casual
friend, I'm going to tell you some
thing, Ann. You're the loveliest
girl here."
"Thank you, Paul."
"And Steve Claybourne is a
bum. If Miss Temple hadn't oc
cupied me so thoroughly his face
would now be jellied."
"Crazy." Persons in the supper
room turned at Ann's tinkle of
mirth. "That was part of the fun
having a man fight to dance
with me."
"A drunken bum."
She put her pretty head on one
side, regarding him seriously. "I
didn't like it, Paul. I hated it."
"Well, that's better."
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A waiter took their nlatoe 1
Paul pulled a box from his pock
et. "It's your favor," he said.
"They had different things, but I
thought you'd like this best."
She opened the box reverently.
"A present oh, I love presents!"
Ann's favor was a silver link
bracelet. It fastened with an in
finitesimal padlock. There was a
tiny key. She was quite breath
less while Paul put it on her arm.
"I'll keep the key," he said. "If
you ever want to take it off you'll
have to send for me."
"Who's flirting now?" she asked
with a side glance.
He sighed and put the key In
the box. .
It was 2:30 when they left the
hotel. Ann had never been so
tired, nor so completely happv.
Many things had happened, things
which she had tucked away in her
memory to take out later and sa
vor to the full.
In the taxi, she said, "Tell him
to drive slowly, Paul. I don't want
it to be a memory quite yet."
"Take your time, fella," he
called through the glass. As Uiey
left the quiet city, she said, "I'd
like to do the craziest thing."
"What?"
"I'd like to walk in the park."
"Let's."
They left the cab at the corner
of Garfield park. The driver
stared after them as they went
into a shrubbery lined path. He
shrugged. It was no concern of
his if a couple went completely
whacky. He drove away. I
Ann and Paul found their bench
near the lagoon and sat down. The
night was warm and hushed. The
city slept, even the park seemed
to drowse.
"It's lovely, Paul," Ann said
dreamily. "You think of the nicest
things."
They did not talk. Content
ment closed around them like a
warm wrap. Ann leaned closer
to Paul's arm. Her golden head
nodded. Finally it rested on his
shoulder.
Paul put his arm around her
and she sighed childishly, cud
dling her head against his collar.
He muttered, "Just this once
just this once."
After a long time in which he
did not sleep, he removed his arm.
"The sun is about to put in an
appearance, Ann," he said in a
matter-of-fact tone.
She sat up, blinking her sleep
filled eyes. "Oh," she wailed,
"I've missed all the beautiful
time."
Paul could not be truthful in
saying that the time had been
wasted for him. He had allowed
his lips to touch her hair and her
forehead and the sweetness lingered.
They walked to Murray street
through the sun-flecked mist of
morning. Ann lifted her skirts,
the jeweled heels twinkled with
every step. At Mrs. Follet's
door she held out her hand.
"Why, it's Paul Hayden," she
said, pretending surprise.
"And Ann Brown," he returned
soberly. It was as if they delib
erately stripped the morning of
any bits of glamour which might
nave clung to it, as if they stepped
back into their rightful, workaday
lives. They did not speak of the
evening. It had already become a
memory. .
It was after 6 when Ann slid
out of her finery. She examined
the alarm clock, found that it was
set for 7, and lay down beside
Clara. She did not sleep, nor did
she feel the need of sleep,
Oddly enough, she did not dwell
on her small triumphs at the
Athens Club ball. She thought of
Paul, his innate fineness, the rap
ture of his nearness when they
danced. She lay with her lips
pressed to the tiny silver padlock
(To Be Continued)
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