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turn away again, and lie added sudden
ly, “Wliat kind do you like?”
“Oh, I don’t know. I like classical
and semi-classical and some popular
“Don’t you like jive? Boy, that’s my
dish!” She did not appear to he inter
ested. “I played sax in a jazz hand for
four years while I was in high school.
We made pretty good money.” Still she
did not reply. “You mean to tell me
you don’t have rhytlini? You ain’t a
“Well, I swan.” He sqiurmed to get
matches from hia rear pocket, pulled
a cigaret from his breast pocket and
tapped it on his hand.
“You don’t care if I smoke, do vou?”
“Have one with me.”
She looked at him with tliinly dis
guised boredom. “No, thank you.”
He grunted and lit liis cigarette.
CatcJiing sight of a magazine under her
jiurse, he pulled it out and said, “Mind
if I glance at this?”
“Not at all.”
He flipped through it, luimmiii''
under his breath. He stopped short
at the picture of a beautiful girl with
tile caption above, “Ivory Hides Her
Birtlidavs!’ He •rave a i.
Birthdays! He gave a short laugli.
1 hat s a good one! the way dames arc
sucked in by these ads!” Then lookin-
at her. Guess you don’t have to worry
about your birthdays yet, do you?
Sa-a-ay, how old are you anyway?”
“Why do you want to know?”
Oh, just interested,” he replied
nonchalantly. “I het you’re not a day
^ f?3zed on her in amazement.
Iwenty-two! well, I wouldn’t have
said you wore over nineteen at the
most! Guess how old I am!”
I m not good at guessing pcoiilc’s
ages, she said.
“I’m eighteen. Just finislicd liigli
sc lool in May and now I'm already
tlirough lioot. Arc vou through
A smile played alioiit her lips. “Yes,
was graduated from college a year
“College! Is that right; \^'ell, I think
CO lege is a good thing for those that
can take it. I’m not much at hooks.
Say, you mean to tell me you're through
college and not married vet?”
“What do you do for a living? I
hel you VC been spoiled all vour life.
Do 1? Again the smile iilayed
around her mouth. “There are four
cliildren in our family.”
are you doing now?”
^^ALHIAG. \oii a school teacher?
'Veil, blow me down!”
He gave a long sigh and settled down
once more in his seat. “Well, I guess
that 8 that, ’ he said.
Before long the passengers in the
coach heard his gentle snores.
knocked on the door of my heart,
you were trying to he polite;
knew I was standing there waiting all the time.
—By Clyde M. McLeod.