i CHAPTER V
” Jim was staring down into her
lovely pointed face <*nd it seem
ed to be wiped quite free of
sophistication and affection. He
had not until then realized that
she was very young, much young
er than her pose.
"You forgive me?”
"Certainly!”
Again she laid her hand on his
arm and he learned that ecstacy
can cut like a knife. “Will you
dance the next dance with me?”
she asked softly.
i “I’ll be delighted,” he stammer
ed, “only I warn you I’m an aw
ful dub on the dance floor. I’m
no lady’s man.”
"Perhaps that’s why I like you
so much.”
Nothing in his experience had
prepared him for the rapturous
emotions which surged through
him at the feel of her supple frag
rant body. Once when he bent his
head a little bronze curl brushed
his cheek, thrilling him from head
to foot. He had a wayward de
Rre to press his lips to the se
ducive hollow in the slender ivory
column of her throat.
"You dance beautifully,” mur
mured Miss Sanders when the
music ended.
He still did not trust himself to
speak. Howard Leigh was coming
toward them with a scowl and still
Jim said nothing.
"I’ll see you in the morning?”
she asked, “for our first lesson?”
Jim swallowed hard. “Yes,” he
said unsteadily, although he knew
that the first lesson was behind
them;
It was apparent on the sur
face that Janet Phillips no longer
occupied the same position in re
spect to her old crowd which she
had once held. She did not suffer
for lack of partners at the dance
that night.
Gordon did not look happy. In
Lpite of his mother’s persuasions,
■Jordon had never liked Priscilla.
Even when it was her whim to
be amiable, he never knew what
minute she might turn upon him.
Janet understood the distressed
wicker between his eyes and why
ft spite of himself he glanced
ftngingly at her from across Pris
cilla’s sleek blond head. When
some one cut in on him he could
not resist the temptation to tap
Janet’s partner on the shoulder.
|k "Hello, Gordon,” said Janet.
' Gordon drew a breath of relief
as his arms closed about her. It
was as if he had escaped unpre
dictable perils and rediscovered
security.
Involuntarily Janet’s voice took
on a soothing note.
"You mustn’t feel conscience
stricken about me, Gordon,” she
said gently.
"I feel terrible about letting
you down!” cried Gordon in a
choked voice.
Janet still found herself in the
Anomalous position of defending
nimself from herself. “It isn’t as
though we were ever formally en
gaged, or as if you had jilted me
at the altar,’’ she said' kindly.
"I wouldn’t have hurt you for
the world. My one consolation is
that you’re too good for me,” he
said with a mournful smile.
It was Janet’s cue to bolster up
Ids self-esteem by a denial of his
statement, but she had a sudden
vision of truth. "Yes,” she said,
"I am.’”
She wished some one would cut
in, but her friends were too tact
fid. She muttered an excuse when
the music stopped and escaped to
the dressing room.
She arrived at the ballroom to
(md that her partner for the next
dance had looked everywhere for
her before retiring in dudgeon to
the bar. Had Janet followed her
[inclination she would have hunted
! up Jim and asked him to take
her home. She felt sure he was
bored to death and eager for an
excuse to go; but at that moment
a couple drifted by her on the
dance floor. Janet could scarcely
believe her eyes. From the rapt
expression on his rugged face,
her brother with Miss Helen
Sanders in his arms was anything
but bored
“Oh, no!” cried Janet.
She did not realize she had
spoken aloud until some one who
had come up behind her address
ed her. “Shall we finish this
dance?”
She turned sharply. Tony Ryan
stood at her elbow. Evidently he
had only that moment arrived.
She intended to make an excuse
for not dancing with him. How
ever, he gave her no chance to
do anything of the kind. He
merely put out his arms and
danced off with her as if he be
lieved any girl would feel flatter
ed to be singled out by the fam
ous Tony Ryan.
Janet was glad when the music
| She gave him a grudging
glance. “That at least needn’t
worry you any longer.”
“I always get what I go after,”
he said quietly.
“Modest, aren’t you?”
“No, just sure of myself.
There’s difference.”
“Who am I to take exception to
your pride in your accomplish
ments,” she inquired bitterly.
You are an your way up, I am on
my way out.”
He stared at her curiously.
“Yes?”
She. shrugged her shoulders.
“As you may know, a generation
ago my family was prominent
locally. Now my mother works
in a store and so shall I when I
finish my course in interior deco
rating.”
He was studying the dead end
of hia cigarette. “If you’re an
expert on interior decorating, I
might have a job for you.”
“A job?”
“Perhaps you aren’t interested
in jobs.”
“Oh, yes,” said Janet with a
hostile smile, “I’m interested in
any chance to earn money. It’s
•3
“I always get what I go after,” he said guietly
e'nd&d, glad when Phiscilla came
skating across the room to assert
her prior claim to the visiting
celebrity, glad when everybody
crowded around Tony Ryan so
that Janet was edged to the ex
treme rim of the group and fin
ally extricated from it entirely by
Ted Hughes with whom she had
the next dance.
The last dance of the evening
was the only one in which no
cut-ins were allowed. Every one
was supposed to dance it with his
escort, but Janet had not seen
Jim for an hour. She had a
notion he was lurking outside
with a cigarette. However, she
made a circuit of the veranda
without locating him. She was
perched on the porch railng star
ng somberly at the setting moon,
when Ted Ryan again came up
behind her.
“Want to dance?” he asked.
“No,” said Janet without turn
ing her head.
There was an interval of silence
which Janet found trying. In
the end it was she who broke
what had begun to seem a contest
between their wills,
“It must be nice to return to
the old home town in the role of
conquering hero,” she remarked
in a light, disdainful voice.
He laughed. “It’s a complex, I
suppose. I could never convince
myself that I had outgrown
Shanty Town until I came back
here and had the seal of approval
put upon me by the elite of Bay
City. Queer, isn’t it?”
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“I’ve bought the old Radcliffe
mansion.”
“My grandfather’s house!”
i . “I signed the, papers a couple
of hours ago.”
“But,” cried Janet breathlessly,
“It’s dreadfully run down. That’s
why Mother let the property go
practically for back taxes. We
couldn’t afford to live there and
no one would rent it. People don’t
care for those huge, old-fashioned
places any moire.”
“I do,” said Tony Ryan. “It’s
like this,” he explained. "When
I was a ragged alley rat I promis
ed myself that some day I’d buy
the best of everything. At that
time the old Radcliffe mansion
represented my idea of the most
elegant thing of its kind.”
“It broke Mother’s heart to give
up the place,” said Janet icily.
“It’s one otf the few times I ever
saw her cry. Since then I've gone
blocks out of my way not to pass
the house. It isn't pleasant to be
reminded that the glories of your
past are past.”
“If it would be painful, forget
it.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,’’ said
Janet. “Paupers cannot afford
sentiment.”
“That’s settled then? Shall we
fix a day to go out and look
thinks over? Tomorrow?”
“If you like.*’
“I’ll pick you up at two at your
homa.”
“She gave him a curious glance.
“Won’t you rattle around like a
marble, alone in that huge place ?”
He shook his head. “Of course
I shan’t live there, long alone,”
he said.
She stared. “You’re going to
be married?”
“Naturally,” he said, “one can’t
select a wife as quickly as a
house.’’
“You haven’t selected one yet!”
cried Janet in a dismayed voice.
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that she’ll have to be out of the
top drawer.”
Janet decided she hated 'him.
“Locally you’ll find Priscilla
Leigh our highest priced article,”
she remarked disdainfully.
“So she’s given me to under
stand,” said Tony Ryan.
So far as Berenice ana Bill Car- j
tea- were concerned, the party at.
Lou Fletcher’s that same evening
was not a success. They ran the !
radio and danced and made a *
great deal of noise. The people
in the adjoining apartment knock-1
ed on the wall, but no one paid
any attention. They were a
quiet middle-aged couple and did
not belong to “The Bunch,” as
Bernice’s friends called them
selves.
The Sheltons were middle-aged
too. “But we don’t let it get us
down!” cried May, shrieking with
laughter when Guy draped a
tapestry from the wall about his
| shoulders and pretended to be a
bullfighter in action.
Guy was screamingly funny, or
so Berenice thought, but Bill sat
in the corner and sulked just as
she had expected him to do.
She went over to Bill. “Ready
to go?”
“What do you think?” he ask
ed.
He did not trouble himself to
tell the Fletchers he had enjoyed
the party. Berenice seethed with
anger.
“I hope you’re satisfied,’’ she
said when they were alone in
their own apartment.
Bill stalked into the dressing
room and began to hunt for his
pajamas. “If I refuse to go to
their darned parties, you’re aore.
If I give in and go, you’re sore.
It’s got so it’s hell around here
any way you take it.”
“If you could manage” cried
Berenice in a choked voice, “We’d
never have any friends.”
Bill let down the in-a-door bed
with an angry thud. “Can’t you
see that this 9ort of thing is play
ing the devil with us?” he asked.
When Bill’s voice quivered like
that, the hard core of defiance in
Berenice’s heart gave way. She
was never able to resist, his ten
derness.
“If I weren’t crazy about you
I wouldn’t care, what you did,” he
said unsteadily.
“I know,” whispered Berenice.
“I had something to tell you
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“only you weren’t in a receptive
humor.”
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