Evening star. [volume], September 14, 1947, Page 21, Image 98

About Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972

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back to the table Mrs. Haley
said, ‘‘It isn’t fair, John, that you
monopolize Miss Wilton. Let the
young man dance with her."
“Quite all right,” I croaked,
“perfectly all right, don’t mind
a bit — ”
Mrs. Haley laughed and pushed
me into the arms of La Wilton.
She moved in close to me on
the crowded floor and around
we went. “Speaking of the paint
business, Miss Wilton — ” I be
gan.
“My friends call me Bunny,”
she said.
It was a nightmare, but finally
it was over. We unloaded the
Haleys at their hotel and started
uuuugn me mgnt tor home. Miss
Wilton curled up on the seat
beside me. Going through the
Holland Tunnel she fell asleep,
her head on my shoulder.
She slept all the way; 1 had to
wake her up at the hotel where
she was living. I tapped her
shoulder; no result. “Miss Wil
ton,” I said, “ah — Bunny.”
She opened her eyes. I felt as
though I were falling — falling
— my lips landed squarely on
the target She let me have a
small sample, then pushed me
away and patted my cheek.
"Night, Harry,” she said. ..
Came the morning and I was
myself again. I wasn’t going to
fall in love with Miss Wilton.
Not Carson the Man of Iron. I
had been through the fire before,
I had learned my lesson.
The office was in an uproar
wnen 1 amvea. miss Wilton was
efficient all over the place. She
complained to me that the lunch
room didn’t put enough vitamins
in the sandwiches.
I put her out of my mind and
didn’t see her again until that
night, when she called up and
said the Commodore wanted me
to help her plan the annual com
pany dinner. Would I meet her
in the hotel lobby?... I wouldn’t
have gone, but it was business,
wasn’t it? I had to go, didn’t I?
It was dim in the lobby. We <
talked about the dinner — but
not for long. In a matter of
minutes we were discussing other
things, such as our favorite movie
stars and books.
We left the hotel finally and
took a turn around the block,
pausing in front of a furniture
store window, discussing our
taste in furniture. It was funny
how we both liked the same
things. And a couple of minutes
later I seemed to be holding one
of her hands as we walked along.
“You know.” Bunny said
finally, “I didn’t like you at all
at first.”
I said, “I didn’t like you
either.”
She sighed. “But then," she
went on, “perhaps I was preju
diced. You see. I’d had some
trouble. Oh, I won’t bother you
with it, Harry, but I was dis
illusioned about men.”
I stroked her finger tips. “And I
was disillusioned about women,”
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She gave me a smile that
curled my. hair. “There was a
man,” she s»*d dreamily. “He’s
an impossible person. He was
positively rude. He said I wasn’t
capable at all. He laughed at me
when I told him I could make a
perfectly good living. I proved it
by going to work for my uncle. I
made good, too, and I’m making
good here, aren’t I, Harry?”
“You’re wonderful,” I said.
I was thinking of what the
Commodore had said — the pat
ter of tiny feet, coming home at
night to an apartment where a
bride —
“Bunny,” I croaked, “Bunny—”
“Harry,” she said, “it’s rain
ing. I’ll ruin my hat. Night,
Harry.” She ran up. the hotel
steps. I drove home not knowing
if it was raining rain or pink
lemonade.
I put on my Sunday suit the
next morning l tf>r>U twire aa
long to shave and put stuff on
my hair. I passed by Bunny’s
desk at ten o’clock and my knees
behaved like castanets. “Ah,
Carson,” I said, “this is the Real
Thing, at last.”
I tripped back to my desk over
pink clouds. A card was there; a
Mr. P. Terwilliger Fraser was
waiting to see me.
He had shoulders like a bam
door, crisp curly hair, and a chin
you could hang a lantern oa.
“You have a Miss Wilton here,”
he said. “Has she mined the
office as yet?”
"On the contrary,” I said
coldly, “Miss Wilton is one of
our finest assets.”
His jaw dropped. “Now look,”
he said, “she’s the most wonder
ful girl in the world — but she’s
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