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If one judged by appearances at most of the parties held at this meetinK place of fashion, it would seem to be very bad form for husbands to express any fondness whatsoever for their own wives, or vice versa. Gentlemen who wore pained, bored expressions on their faces during the first dance with their spouses, blossomed into regular cut-ups when, having completed this concession to convention, they were free to mingle with the other ladies. It was just so with the women. The passion for "kindred souls" and "affinities" ran high.
The evening came for Henry's and Evelyns first dance at the country club. Excitement, enchantment — and yet oddly a trace of fear — seized their unsuspecting, unw-orldly hearts as the hour drew nearer! Evelyn took two hours doing her hair, and spent another hour deciding whether to wear her blue evening frock or the orchid colored one trimmed with black net and ostrich feathers, and when the orchid gown had it, it took her another aeon putting it on! Henry destroyed four collars — though be it said he kept his temper in better manner than most husbands do during such a trial — in his eagerness to look the presentable gentleman.
It was late when they arrived at the country club, in their own car, Henry acting as chauffeur. The orchestra was playing a fox trot. They hurried to their respective dressing rooms, then met at the door leading into the ball room. Arm in the arm the radiant pair paused between the portieres to gaze on the scene before them — the room bathed in rosy light, the
If you're young, and married (or going to be) and in love, and ambitious, and all that sort ol" thing — this very human story of a very human young couple is something you can not afford to miss.
beautiful women in glittering gowns, the men handsome and immaculate in evening dress.
"If the girls in Baxter Street could only see me now," thought Evelyn as a picture of her last party in the Baxter Street Auditorium came to mmd.
"Oh, Henry, isn't this wonderful! Who ever thought we would be here?"' she whispered to her husband, squeezing his hand.
"Uh huh," sighed Henry happily, squeezing back. Both believed this was the supreme moment of their lives. From now on the road to fashionability shone clear and unobstructed before them. The Road to Fashionability!
"And darling," Henry's voice fairly vibrated love for the wife who had been responsible for bringing him here, "the next ten dances are mine!"'
But the next ten dances were not Henry's. He had exactly two — and supper — with Evelyn.
Then Mrs. Trude drew them tactfully aside and intimated that she would think it advisable for them to mingle a little bit more with the other guests, to divide up their dances, as it were.
"You can dance together at home, said Mrs. Trude. "Remember, a young wife mustn't appear to be too much in love with her husband in this day and age. "
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