The Key West Citizen Newspaper, July 24, 1947, Page 9

theme, Chapter 15 A™M through the contest, this particular. night had been job. She pictured herself enter- ing the drawing room, . where Steve would get up. languidly 4) “ It was enough.: No. more. Susan turned. Shoes reo with a radiant ee , , from an arm-chair—he would be] getic and m * She pigeonholed in Susan’s mind as| dressed in’ a tuxedo, of course.}patted her Pit ith’ assur- “Theater and: Supper Club|And he would come forward}ance. ; Night.” Steve had told her, just| Smiling, as if he andshe were the} “Susan, my dear,” she i casually, to “get tickets saad oi onl Lawe mee in the world who herself, “you're growing. “up! ‘ ’ reaily counted. ... ; cans for tupper after the tPeatey | It seemed like a continuation|"[HE next half-hour somehow, in those work-filled days, she had wangled tickets to a musical comedy. For the night club, she had picked a noisy and not too expensive club with a small floor show. In the dim, dis- tant past when she was not en- gaged in being hostess to a grou of morons, Susan remembere she had even found time to tell Steve about the tickets and res- ervations.. His reply had been characteristic: “The show’s all right, I sup- pose. I haven’t seen it—have ou?” When Susan shook her ead in the negative, he went on, “But that Venetian Garden you’ve chosen—that’s little more than a juke joint. Call off the reserva- tion and for Albert and make the reserva- tion in. my name. It'll be okay.” Like a schoolgirl, she pag ae gene and done as she was tol tonight, as’ she went Siowh downstairs to the living room, it} 1} was small satisfaction to realize that she had: been ‘right in her original choice.- The’ Venetian} with an extraordinary earnest- Susie. You play. for te had Garden, even if it was a juke|néss. He ampeated: pital her hair, that’s what a man: ig. Ste jeint, would have been quite ade-j her throa her|wouldn’t understand. “He's 4 quate. In fact, this crowd would have found a roadside tavern on|he took the flowers from her. and| thinks all girls.ate the sa Long Island just ag exciting, if] fastened them to the eee of her/may get hurt,\. sugar, . you not more so, than the Club eli- dress, Their fragrance: was part] Steve’s kind ‘is. ‘the wrong,’ ‘kind can—the swankiest and most ex- pensive night spot in town. But there was at least some Satisfaction in ‘the knowledge that she looked her best. The midnight-blue faille dinner suit was Sleek and elegant. With her curls piled high on her head and just a glint of gold-and-blue ear- rings to match the buttons on her suit jacket, Susan knew that she would appear as well dressed as any woman who entered the Club Pelican’s portals. she walked toward the drawing room where Steve Gellis waited, she tried to forget for the moment that the house was peopled with a motley group. | hone Club Pelican. Ask } bac of that dréam ‘to see ‘him ‘unfold his long legs and hurry toward her as she entered. She forgot to be embarrassed, or shy, ‘as came forward with hands" out- stretched. “l’m so oes yoy came down first.” He drew’ her toward. the little table beside the arm<-chair, where a florist’s cellophane box sparkled up: at her. “Here—I want you to wear these. $y “For me?” The werds were in- adequate, Susan th t, but her dream had been top fleeting to — her to think up eonversa- eStupidly, she stood holding the box until ve took it‘ and opened it: When He handed it ck, ‘three enormous gardenias amed from the green. tissue. e could not repress: a cry of delight as she lifted them “and enon against her ch cheek. oe hey ‘re—they’re:” too heaven- go looked at Steve now and found his eyes fastened on her cheek, for “ne fh first. ‘ttase.” Gently. of the i © quality of of “the moment te even stnstied, me "surprised awe his arms closed around her, and Als lips pressed lightly against hers. It was so_right—so @perfect! Susan touched his cheek wonder- ingly: Was this happening to her? Was this Steve Gellis—her boss —kissing her? “Hold it, folks—might as well get the picture!” said a hearty voice. But Steve did not at once re- lease her. He held. her for per- haps a second longer, and -his whisper bey so soft that only she could hear him: “Sweet ... so and that she was just doing al sweet!” }the Marathon at - Oly mpic Games, mands for a 25: ‘percent wal ei he} two cars. It did-not seem to. for’ without even a tog ; those precious moments. ‘ f were twelve pergons. to, al : ‘te ter at all that Ellen. Mansfeld elected to ride with Steve, and there was no place left for. Susan but the station wagon. The :im- portant thing was. that ses himself blew her a fleeting | before he steppéd into his car. “How are you doing, Susie?” : John Bates’ voice was pitehed ow, answered hi same soft voice: “Wonderful, | John. Isn't it” a perfect night?” - “Poor Susie! Just riding alone ona rose-colored. cloud!” > dreamily in ‘the “Referring ‘to the scene’ you ‘ ‘bungled into, E suppose?’ +22 i “What else?” .returned John. . “I thought you didn't in romance. Can't. a. ‘girl. kissed without :you rea ding’ a proposal and, live-happilg-ever- after into ‘it “Some girls can. But: nat? used to this debutante fsth fe ' irls like - -“You needh't“ a ‘ managed to interrupt, ~ int. /a chokes voice. “You're just ies it . nag # to say Steve’s out of m don’t need a diagram, I “Listen, the world in your as I'm concerned: just, don’t want to see you ‘get hurt.” °- for eo eas alone. Sugan © on,” Susan { baby, mere $. no ps Phy in: % ass—as far j: a ae 5 ae ee “Why, thank. .you,' John,” said ‘ Susan formally. John shook hig ‘head, but, the bs traffic was taking yes his. atten- i tion now. Susan leaned away from him and started drawing on her gloves. 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