Evening Star Newspaper, June 30, 1929, Page 94

-~ -~ 7 10 THE SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C, JUNE 30, 1929—PART 7. - HEBA By Pina Delmar Sheba Was One of Those Independent Girls—That Was All Right With Jack, but Nicky Was Independent, Too—A Story by One of the Well Known Writers of HERE had been a period in the life of the young community of Fordham when all slim and pretty female at- tachments had been known as shebas. The period passed, but the name . If one was not a stickler for accuracy, one E; . 5 1 pharmacy on Fordham road. together or went to took walks on Jack's nice, hard-working boy, i 4 king. 3 tough, wouldn't it?” “Pll say so. Where would you get another fellow?” “In any drug store, brother.” “Yeah? I don’t see you geiting them! Honest, Sheba, I like you heaps. Sometimes I get thinking—like now, for instance—and I think, if you don't set a day, I'll croak from the suspense. *Well, it's a nice night for it.” “That's a fine way to talk, ain’t it? Say, I saw' a picture the other night where a girl ‘thanked a fellow for asking her to marry him.” “Yeh, but the guy wasn't Jack Daugherty.” “Come on, call off the guns, Sheba. Your father says I'm OK. so when do we do it?” “Get married.” . “Oh, pardon me, Mr. Daugherty, my mind Nobody—Jack least of all—would have be- Jieved that Sheba had a snap shot of her drug sweetheart on her dresser. Morning and her tongue out at it, and some- at it. Quite often Sheba’s TEfES §ge g éggggg Eggéée i I g § ; i ? g E e HitH it ity sy Hik g 4 EE B -4 H i g& i Y i : i h : Eg ! : g g § ; | i I S i h | 1 i 1 3 i it g i a drug clerk, and he clerked and everybody agreed . at the snap shot, and some- 1 FOR.DHAI( damsels dressing to go a girl friend always remind man who went fishing and took a rifle “Well,” said the man, “we might see a movies and Maude McCabe appear to be all of the evening's promise. s Sheba combed her hair very thoroughly, then wet it. It was the kind of hair that squirms n't have dressed up' like that to go to the movies in Inwood, but she’d never wear the ‘When Sheba reached Maudie’s home, Maudie had a caller. He laughed when she presented him to her friend. “What's the matter?” Sheba asked. “Do you find my name very funny?” This was a mo- ment for dignity. “No, only my name’s Solomon. That's & good one, isn’t it?” “Solomon? What's funny about that?” “You're Sheba, and I'm Solomon. Sheba and Solomon. Get it?” - “Is that your first name?” 3 3 “No; Nicky is the rest of it—Nicky Solomon. A bit of a mixture there. Say, you haven't got the Sheba-Solomon thing yet, have you? Well, never mind.” Nicky took Sheba home. “Say, how would you like some m’;‘he asked, as he helped her into his car. “Pine.” “I know a place where the spaghetti’s fine.” It was a half-hour’s ride from Inwood, this place of Nicky's. Not much farther downtown, but far east. Sheba didn’t worry much about where he was taking her. He was a nice boy, and he was different. Nothing commonplace about Nicky. They talked and laughed a great deal. She told Nicky about Maudie and the office and about Jack. “What does he do?” Nicky asked. “He's a drug clerk.” Nicky's lips expressed contempt. - “Not m money there,” he said. “How does he expect dress a swell girl like you? 2 “Well, we're not exactly engaged. What do ughed carelessly. “Oh, this and that,” TN Koy “You're not such a big shot that a girl is going to stand for an hour waitin for you.” : Joe gmiled and waited. “Run along, Joe,” Nieky told him, “Can’t you see I want to talk to my girl friend.” EF The little man then departed without delay. When Sheba reached home that night the had pushed Jack’s picture behind a cologne bottle. : But she told Jack all about Nicky. It seemed the only decent thing to do. “Wha#'s his name again?” Jack asked. “Nicky Solomon.” “A dark fellow, quite good-looking?” “Yes, do you know him?” . “No, I don’t know him, Sheba. I was just wanting to make sure, so if I see you with a light fellow I'll know there’s another guy in the field.” “No kidding, Jack, do you know him? You asked that awfully funny.” “Oh, everything is funny to you. I don't suppose you'd want to marry me tomorrow, would you?” “3 wouldn't mind, if you'd let me keep my date with Nicky tomorrow night.” “Swell chance. Say, Sheba, let me ask you something? You wouldn’t do anything foolish, would you?” “Well, I haven’t married you, have I?” “Serious, now, baby, you wouldn’t do any- thing rash, would you, like run away with this bird, or anything like that?” “Oh, be yourself.” “On second thought, I guess the guy wouldn't do anything rash like quite casually he gave it to her. Nicky made Sheba.think that marriage could be something “You don't need to be afraid to tell me,” Sheba would blaze. “I'm not going to pop in on you. Don’t worry.” Si s Nicky would laugh. It was a nuisance not' But then there hadn't been anything Alnteruflnz to know about Jack. She saw him one night when she went to get a refill for her compact. He was still the old ordinary kind of fellow. It gave her what's the matter?” she inquired politely. Jack smiled. “Oh, nothing important,” he said. “In fact, less than that. What do you-* Rachel powder?” : “Yeah. ' Make it snappy, will you?” “Got a date?” “Yep* “How's he treating you?” “Fine.” e Jack was rummaging in the plate-g where the powders and creams were he continued to search the case: you like he’s crazy about you?” “Sure thing.” £ “Well, then everything’s all right, I guess. There’s your powder, Fifty cents, kiddo.” Sheba peid him and went out. Now she would go to her corner and wait for Nicky. He It struck her funny when different, or am I going to leave you standing - there?” . . “Well, Nicky, no fooling, don’t you think might be here once on time?" ; “I apologized, didn't I? I tried to get here; - but say, don’t you ever talk to me like that had their usual argument about each not loving the other. » “Well, how about marrying me?” Nicky asked. He apparently had never thought of “That's different. I could do that, I sup- “Don’t do it if it hurts,” he said. “Gee, I thought you'd be delighted.” : 3 “Say, big boy, I'm crazy about you, but don’s - be that way. I'm not disgusting-looking and - I'm good natured.” s e “Well, answer, yes or no: Will you marry me?” - “It's like this, Nicky. My father don't know - you, and he likes Jack Daugherty. I'll have to have time to preparé for the shock. Will you - : come to meet him?” 5 “What for? Say, Sheba, he don't have to ap~ | prove of me. He’s not marrying me.” “Don't be mean, Nicky,” “Well, don’t be foolish,”