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Show His Dutiful Wave Br H. LOU19 RA YBOLD Mi'l'lultf NrWbpiipel' h.vilitll-ul, WNU Sfrvli-. 1UL1E; 1UCATHCOTE ceused flut-tiring- a napkin betwaea tlit window win-dow hungiug und turned to hrr younu sisler who was busily brek-(tittinti. brek-(tittinti. 'Diin't you tliink," she said, 'that It ii just sweet of Dun to wv l!k that every morning?" "No, I think it's silly." "Why, Juney!" "I don't believe," explained Jane, "that, whutever it may hav been at tlrst, it is any longer a spontaneous spontane-ous gesture. Dut because you expect ex-pect it of him, he dutifully stops hn car on that busy curve, Hips out hi hanky and gives you the Chautau-quu Chautau-quu salute to the amusement of all bystanders." The Healhcoles occupied an apartment in one of the buildings of a new development plan whose aim was to give the tenants all possible light and sun. Jancy, who was proofreader for a publishing house, lived with them and managed to maintain an interest inter-est in the other apartment dwellen which annoyed Julie considerably. "It just isn't done," she protested on the very evening of this samt day. "Well, Julie " the three of them were at supper "I guess even coldblooded cold-blooded you would have been interested inter-ested to come up In the elevator with absolutely the most stunning girl you ever saw in your life. I waited and asked the elevator boy when he came down who she was and he said she lived with her brother in the apartment right above!" Don Heathcote dropped his knife with a clatter, recovered it awkwardly, awk-wardly, and gulped down some water wa-ter in an effort to cover what seemed a strange confusion. "A star for looks," declared Jane. "Great brown eyes and such glorious glori-ous tawny hair. Rather lik the heroine of the book I'm proofreading. proofread-ing. My guess is ... she's some tremcn- W M K T dous person on the stage or screen." SHORT Next morning Julie Ju-lie announced her SYQJJY intention of going shopping. "I'll run in with you, Don," she arranged, "meet Jane for luncb and come out early." With a thrill of pleasure In the morning sunshine, she stepped in beside her husband. They traversed the street to the corner, where the car slowed down as Don's hand went to his pocket "Oh, I forgot I needn't wave this morning," he said quickly, but his glance had flown back to the apartment apart-ment house. And so, involuntarily, involuntari-ly, had Julie's. And, horrors, there from the dining-room window of the flat above fluttered the unmistakable white of a signaling handkerchief! "Now just who is that?" When Julie found her voice she used It with vehemence. "I don't know, I am sure," said Don, honestly enough. "Does she always wave?" "Yes no that is " The rest of the drive continued In silence. D Y THE time the shopping district - was reached, Julie in true feminine femi-nine fashion, had worked out a solution so-lution which made her too miserable for anything. Don and the stunning girl had met, fallen In love and she had moved in upstairs to be near him! She parted from Don without the usual interchange of affectionate farewells and went about her shopping shop-ping forlornly, wishing she had not promised to meet Jane. Then, when lunch time came, that young woman was late and when she finally arrived, she was not alone. With her was a tall, mon-ocled mon-ocled young man who was a total stranger to Julie. "The oddest coincidence," said Jane when introductions were over and the young man had ordered for the three of them. "Here I've been proofreading his books and he's living right over us! You know," she threw in explanatorily to Julie, "the brother of the girl I was telling you about last night. He's been describing de-scribing how he gets his plots straight out of everyday life. "For example," and here Jane managed a surreptitious wink for ' her sister's benefit, "he's just sold a I story about a man who thought a I woman threw him a kiss every morning and he returned It only to find it was her husband. Only in i reality it wasn't a kiss but a wave of a handkerchief and ha thought it was I!" "And so," said Julie that evening to Don, "I forgive you." "For nothing," said Don crossly. Then, curiously, "Is the stunning girl his wife?" "No," said Julie, "I fancy our I Jane is going to be that It really ! looks like a case of love at first ! sight with each of them. No, she is his sister and is engaged to a man in Chicago." She paused. Then, i meanly, she chuckled: I "Oh, Don, when I think of the two of you you and that monocled young man gravely waving to each other and each one thinking " Here Julie rocked in a gale of laughter in which her husband at last reluctantly Joined her. |