Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 14 April 1938 — Page 21

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+ SERIAL STORY—~

By Marion White (Copyright, 1938. NEA Service. Inc.) CAST OF CHARACTERS JOYCE MILNER, heroine; she took an Easter cruise. DICK HAMILTON, hero; he bumped into the heroine. } hy ISOBEL PORTER, \{zaveler; she sought a mate. ) 3 Si iy ei, Yesterday: Mrs. Porter interferes again, inviting Dick to judge a swim-

ming match. And her look almost dares Joyce ta take part with Dick. "

+ CHAPTER EIGHT De in her cabin a pleasant surprise greeted Joyce's eyes. In the center of the room, on a dress hanger hooked through the fan, was her white dress, spotless and “pressed as if it had never known a drop of water.

She tried the dress on. If fitted smopthly as ever. No one would ever

guess that it had spent many hours!

in Bermuda harbor. : So Joyce went up to dinner with a light heart, proof against Mrs. Porter's frigid charm and Isobel’s sophisticated pout. Dick, she noticed, was developing & nasty cold, sneezing and snif‘fling and gasping, yet all the while trying to persuade the doctor that he never had a cold in his life—not a real cold. : But ‘before the meal was over he ‘left the dining room, taking his sneezes with him so that the others might enjoy their own dinner in quiet, . 8 #2 2 O it was Mr. Gregory who took Joyce up to the dance on deck. After the first dance, Joyce and Mr. Gregory found themselves the center of a lively young group—none of whom they had met formally, yet who became in the short spaee of five minutes “Tom” and “Bill” and “Grace” and “Anne’—old friends whom they might have known from childhood. Even: Mr. Gregory, clinging to a false dignity, became “Greg,” because he would not ladmit, perhaps, that his name was “Hilary.” It was an evening for fun. Joyce regretted that Dick was not on deck to share it, but she did not lack dancing partners. After Mr. Gregory there was Tom, and then Bill, and presently her companion of the first day in Bermuda, Mr. Roberts. And Capt. Boyer, too, came forward to claim a dance. “The only trouble,” he remarked gallantly, “is that there are so many lovely young ladies that we can’t dance with all of them.” Joyce laughed, enjoying the moment. she suggested carelessly.

“A Paul Jones?” Captain Boyer |.

searched his memory for the meaning of it. Then recalling, he added brightly: “Of course. That's the dance where we all change partners, isn't it? Why didn’t I think of it before?” The music for the Paul Jones was more lively, lending that element of the old-fashioned “square dance,”

with everybody joining hands-all-|

round. Faster and. faster the music was

stepped up; more and more hilari- |"

ous became the dancing. Joyce went through the changes, her cheeks flushed, smiling in bright ‘abandon because she did not realize that anything so gary as a Paul Jones might bring its difficulties. “Form a circle!” ordered the leader, and quickly they all joined hands and swung around the floor, humming the rhythm of the music. “Right and left!” Once more they wove their way in and out, the ladies

to the right, the gentlemen to their}:

left. 2 rr =n

HEN Joyce, stepping along merrily, hand over hand, looked down the line of approaching men and caught her breath... For there, directly in front of her, just onc man. removed now, was pudgy Mr. O’Hara, still swaying unsteadily but beaming dssuredly. “Well-1-1!” :

Now she was in Mr. O'Hara's |

afms, and he, unmindful of thc - routine of the dance, took quick advantage of -the situation. He led her out of the circle, stepped her into a brisk twostep. :

“Tha’s the little girl!” he ap-|

proved heartily. “We'll show ‘em. Boy, you're some li'l stepper.” After the first few steps, Joyce forgot to worry about him. Let him have his fun, she thought. The whistle sounded once more, and the dancers fell into a line of march. But not Mr. O'Hara. “Think I'm going to change part-| ners - now?” he demanded. “No, sir-e-e-e!” So they kept up a little dance of their own, a dance which was a bit of a two-step, and something of a fox-trot, and not at all unlike an Alabama cake-walk. And the others who danced turned to look at them, and those who sat at nearby tables laughed appreciatively, and Joyce laughed too of it? - Now, prancing past the captain, he smiled proudly. “How'm I doin’, Captain?” And Capt. Boyer grinned good-naturedly. “Fine!” he assured

m. But enough is enough, Joyce decided. The perspiration was forming in tiny beads on her forehead, and her feet could stand no more. yet her partner showed no indica- | tion of giving up. “I think I'll have to stop,” shc protested finally. “It’s so very warm—" “Nonsense!” protested the gentleman; tightening his hold about her waist. “We're just beginning to step, Beautiful. Say, can you dc the BigiApple?” #No. I'm sorry—" “What? All the young people arc. doing the Big Apple. It goes like this. =. 2 ; In some devious fashion he began to limbeg his knees, to bend them this. way and that, looking for all the world like a toy balon & fork. ... To aT across the deck, she caught Mr. Roberts’ eye and he winked back, understandingly, and made his way toward the orchestra. But before he had taken two steps, pelief did come to Joyce. She felt a strong hand on her shoulder, and she was spun quickly about, to face Mrs. O'Hara. : : «Haven't you made a sufficient ctacle of yourself today?” she demanded of her husband. Sheepishly he tried to explain. His wife paid no attention. Instead she turned to Joyce, in a voice which carried over the entire deck, she cried: “As for you, young woman, T'd thank you to keep away from my husband.”

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