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TUESDAY, DECEMBER 23,1919.
IIIP/ol ancle«K
by Marion Brunot •>
THE STORY OF HER LIFE AND
LOVE.
CHAPTER XIV.
Mu® Kate is the “Go-Between ’’
'* e went to Garvey's, Miss Kate
and I, and sure enough there was
Roy, leaning against the cigar stand
as if it were his support instead of
his father. He was talking to the
younger Garvey. They made an aw
fully funny picture, for the Garvey
boy is extremely small, and exactly
•what Roy sees in him is more than
I’ve ever been able to fathom.
Roy never so much as looked up
when we entered. I didn’t look his
way, either. I feel sure he saw us
from the first, though, as I saw him
all the while even to his every move
and he rather accentuated the latter
after we entered. I swung on
every particle of elegance I knew,
and chatted a blue streak to Miss
Kate although I don’t recall what I
said. We glanced over the various
magazines (my companion keeping
her eyes open all the while and when
one little peep in our direction, eagl'e
like, Miss Kate was ready with her
most entrancing smile accompanied
with a nod such as the King of Hono
lulu, if there were such a personage
would recognize to the extent of
coming over right away and ac
knowledging.
And Roy was no exception.
Over he came, red to the roots of
his blonde hair and looking as fool
ish as he can, and that’s saying a
good deal. For boys don't have any
thing like the poise of us girls.
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“How d’ do, Miss Kate,’’ he sput
tered, reaching out his hand, which
she grasped cordially. He never so
much as noticed me. I stood meek
as Moses and my eyes as big as sau
cers, at least they felt that way.
“Roy, you’re looking fine these
autumn days,” responded Miss
Kate. “Yolande and I,” (at this
Roy did give me a sly glance, as if
I had arrived on the earth for the
very first time), “came over for a
copy of ‘The Delighter.’ I'm reading
the most unusual romance in it, and
knowing the magazine was out to
day, my womanly curiosity could
hold out no longer.”
“Women are impatient,” conceded
Roy, as if his years of experience
in the ways of femininity had taught
him all there was to know. I could
have turned up my nose to show dis
dain at his utterance, but my better
sense kept me expressionless.
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Looking as foolish as he can, and
that’s saying a good deal. For boys
don’t have anything like the poise
of us girls.
“We are, Roy,” (apologetically)
“I mean, Mr. Kimball—much more
impatient than men,” said Miss Kate
bequeathing upon him a look show
ing appreciation of his perfect man
hood and agreement with him in that
his glorious stubborness should not
yield an inch.
This went straight to his head as
if he had been indulged in some of
that champagn’e I’ve heard consider
able about, but never tasted. And
Roy asked: “Where are you two go-
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ing after you buy that magazine?”
“Home, to my place to sit in the
sun parlor, no doubt,” said Miss
Kate, much as a spider would coax
a fly into the web. I’ll love that
woman until her dying day, and per
haps on into eternity.
“You’re not, either,” contradicted
Roy. “I’d like to take you for a soda
or an ice cream of some kind.”
I thought of refusing. A disdain
ful group of words such as a vere
de vere would have used, formed
themselves. But Miss Kate gently
swayed me otherwise as she replied
for both of us:
“How delightful! You read our
very 'wishes."
So three of us were transport
ed upoWmur tootsies to Mac Murray’s,
Miss Kate, with her magazine under
her arm, and Roy and I soon were
sitting on those revolving seats
which seem to grow like water lilies
clustered about the thin legs which
rest beneath the glass-topped tables
of soda water emporiums.
I was weighing diligently what I
should eat, all th’e while the growing
chances of my being present at the
Community Club Dance running like
a pleasing melody through my mind.
“The Nigger Rose,” composed of
chocolate ice cream, fled cherries
chopped nuts in profusion and cover
ed with a thin maple syrup filled me
with longing desire at first. No: I
wouldn’t take that, either. Me for
that more stylish concoction of pre
served pineapple with watermelon
balls on top, and underneath vanilla
and peach ice cream, and the whole
thing crowned with a licorice gum
drop on a toothpick. “A Southern
Dip” it had been chistened.
Miss Kate replied to the unword
ed query of the same young -oda
clerk who had laughed so unbecom
ingly at Emmy Cunningham’s and
my one-earring effect the night Be
fore, as h'e stood close to our table:
“I shall have a plain vanilla,
please.’’
“Mine shall be ‘A Southern Dip,”
I said, rather proud at my admission
of being so much more of a fre
quenter of Mac Murray’s than evi
dently Miss Kate was.
Roy said: “Same here. That
sounds good to me.”
(Tomorrow —Everything Peaceful
for Yolande.)
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