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EEC EEE Lo he Kh ke he Kh Ln e and the dancing had bec fat ad furious. A fine mist rose the floor, and, mingling with rette smoke, hung like a haze the room. Through the haze the PF gxophones whined, and the shu gf feet and occasional bursts ol | Ruger and voices merged into a ' gort of steady dull hubbub. ! The air was suffocating. Collars wilted, the men's faces ohh the rls dresses looked bedraggled, and isp bobs that were rapidly losing eir curl were pushed carelessly d damp faces, : ' Barbara, as she danced with Link, discussed the Wilsons' cousin, 1 "Do you think she's so pretty, on ' "Well, she looks sort of crazy and Russian with that black hair and white skin." " "Barry can't stand her." "Well, I'm not crazy about her Bankrupt Sale of Men's Wear at 79 SIMCOE ST.N, « CPR, TIME T. tNew Schedule taking affect 12.01 om, ay, April 5 ' Going West 5.48 a.m. Daily, 6.23 a.m, Daily. 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(Effective on and alter hy >E Annas bee 11] Leave Bowmanville Oshawa 6.15 a.m, 7.10 a.m. 53 PoPTOTTOOT EES - BEEEpEBBEEEIES - 8 =» of T BREE; CS RaW i O00 &8 ® S8ES =} - --_ at nd ha at oo ---- mao OPN ~ 4 Song ' aBLBLTE8E RE we Shuai: ™ wo §2BEEEEEEEEEE = oPTTTIOPTRS 5 - cPOTTTTOOP RES ~~ room on a Es Zomarawn~SEman Sst i SPIT YTTTEEPER ES wEEBEEBBEEESEES : EB oud aan i Omar cEsucueRioulyt CE 2 Ro o pr to the light, soft, loose garment, and she and Link Mepped out into the dark, cool street. The fresh night air, striking her hot face was licious. The little park, spattered with blots and streaks of moonshine, was just opposite the hall. Rows of cars, unlighted, were parked between, The night was so still that they could hear the sea, crashing on the, shore, a quarter of a mile away. Link was not. as large a man as Barry, but there was something. in- finitely more impressive about him, His voice, his strong hands, the keen lance of his handsome grey eyes, the male notes of his pleasant voice, and a hundred other things made Link seem more of a man than Bar- ry. Link was rich, but even if he had not been of an age and nature that take small soquizance of material things, he would have been far more, at 25, than a rich man's son. He was temperate, industrious, conscientious just a shade too much indeed, of all these good things to seem quite hu- man, Link's wealth seemed a natur- al appurtenance, rather than an act. uating element, in his life. Barbara had too honest an indiff- erence to money in her own makeup to appreciate t is particular guality in him, She never thought of her- self as becoming a rich woman, when the other girls teased her about Link as a beau. Now she glanced toward him, as they strolled slowly between the pep- per and palm trees, and saw the glitter of his eyes in the dark, "I thought 'you hated women smoking," she said. "Well, I do--in a way, At least; 1 told you 1 was kind of glad Lucy and Margaret didn't, But--but--" "But what?" asked Barbara, sur. prised, as he paused, They were in a dark, deserted part of the park, Now suddenly he threw his cigarette away, and caught her tightly in his arms, Silently terrified, Barbara bent her body back, her hands hard 'against his shoulders, her face twisting and jerking madly away from his ex- pected kiss. i "I hate this sort of thing," she said breathlessly, Link was not moving. And after a few blind seconds of struggle the girl, held close against him, became motionless, too, : ' "Link, this is so silly!" she pant- ed, trying to laugh, "I tell you hate it." . "Exactly," he said, a little shaken himself, vet with a sort of easy mas» tery. "I know you do" ; #Please--" Barbara began, making a sudden and ineffectual movement to free herself, "I'm not going to kiss you," Link said unsteadily, h #Then--then why hold me this way?" : "But the point is you've told me twice that you hate it. But why do you hate it? Most girls don't" "I don't know about other girls, Phone 193 W. J. SARGANT Yard--89 Bloor Street, E. | Orders Promptly OPTOMETRIST 8 KING STREET WEST Hund~eds of peclle wear 'with utmost comfort Hare's Fa: "tic © Lenses THE OSriAWA Y TIMES, MONDAY, NOVEMBER 26, 1928 ish?" A reluctant laugh, not entirely un- . 2 | er, massed f like a sob, broke from her. is : ? , " oliage ig STARR, Shaw many boys have ection from which "How 1 think you're very Mi What on ly 'Barbara asked |Sives all that--" at insulting, 0 boys, of course, ex-|c curiously There was a silence. Then Link allowe'en parties, and un- ip "hia atned 4 bin -" threw away his cigarette, and said f, Taletoe and all thats, with a |llrong for petting parties and hip acomemedy. a flasks?" the ¢ now, and despite the that--that a girl FFT, 3 fact at his fingers still kept her 5 i Sishness, she supplied scorn- i inious prisoner, she spoke pS as he groped for a word. with natural interest, it too far!" 'Well, is it your idea that every | Tupi, "pai nonsense You know | bara countered ere | boy in Joa Snail vy Jigs JS very well that all the mothers and Wouldn't want to be any different." pen to like?" fathers in the country have been per- han heyy he a He Sronped 2a ple have been going on, at dances | th] back into the darkness, toward the and roadhouses, and the way they've best windows that were gushin a rahe been running round in motor cars--' y from the hall. The first relieved feeling of get- ting safely back to her familiar moorings was presently invaded for Barbara by an odd sense of anti- with them. Barbara pondered. Link was, af-|denly, resentfully. ter all, an important person in her siomately. "And how are you ever going fo get $"§28ed, if you are so sf per bet; the dark row of the cars, and A das I of the park. e in the di. BAe Hl whe he y dear when it is t CUS | real thing, one--ome breaks. One \ Some women Dever get it, o riumph, . - never want it, and never miss it. She had forgotten everything but| "You know I'm mot. 1 only feel| mother was like that. Cotloving, but not demonstrative. She'd put up her cheek for us to kiss." dishn: "l think your mother was one of ell. piv 5, the, an any the finest women in this town," Bar- M 4 triumphantly. "I| "Go ahead," she whispered. Again his iron fingers gripped her longed to an- | shoulders, but he made no attempt idn't do the |to kiss her and he did not smile. "No, I'll be d--if I will" growled. "Not while you feel that "Yes, but mother bel . | other generation. They fectly aghast at the way young peo s in her day that they do now." " "xactly. And 1 like the old way "I know it. Only--only you're too| "You like to go down to the river ; J young and pretty, Barbara, to side |with Barry and have him read his laughed sensibly, 'when " poetry to you," Link burst out, sud- "Well, why not? I 5 TTT) Oe way about it." climax. If he wanted to kiss her, [World and she was impressed ta TE he i Ha Id dicate, Inc.) g and q eagiest- back there in the park, why hadn't he dome it? Was there something | "®%* el about her that not only didn't invite| "I have a good time," she offered advances but had actually repelled | presently in self-defense. "I dont them? sit around talking to the old ladies "You don't smoke, you don't drink, | 3! dances." bs don't make up, you don't let x kiss you," Link summarized it. |But all the fellows know that you most defending the custom. "That is, | the least--" use rouge, only it always shows on |asked innocently. dow. love a person madly without wanting him to grab me in his arms all the time and kiss my face out of shape." "That shows how much you know. Tim never with you Barbara," Link § : confessed, a little re i "I know you do--or don't, I] mean! | what I want to ed enti ne ' N S ¢ i 1 do make up!" She was al- [won't stand for the slightest--for Mop 15h reatand. of - tawa. "But back there in the park," she fuss, then that made you mad, too." "We're talking different Wh 'y |ages," Link said quietly. 3 i (Copyright 1928, By the Bell Syn- (To be continued) HON. R, B. BENNETT VISITS WINTER FAIR Toronto, Nov, 26.--Hon. R. 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