The moon is responsible for many things—so is the back seat of almost any
automobile. Instead of wading through the usual tiresome description of
the “perfect summer’s eve,” let us draw our own conclusions of moonlight
scenery and peep into the cozy little sedan belonging to Ken Conniston,
the hero.
As no two women in the world are identically alike, we can give them all
a “write-up” and the heroines will be somewhat dissimilar. Anyway, just
because the two occupants of the back seat happen to know that old Mr.
Moon-Man is “Johnny on the spot,” is no reason to claim that his rays are
any too bright, and as you can’t see the girl to advantage, I’ll tell you
about her.
Of course she is beautiful (every heroine must be), but hers is an
unusual sort of beauty that is made up of large brown eyes, tawny hair
and adorable red lips.
Ken knows “the way of a man with a maid,” and he is not wasting precious
time by talking of the weather.
“Sweetheart,” he whispers tenderly, as he draws her closer to him,
“wonderful little girl, I love you and I want you to——”
“Yes, yes!” she interrupts excitedly, remembering fond Mater’s advice to
waste no ammunition on lame ducks, and realizing that Ken is far from
being lame, “you want me to——?”
As he hesitates, a pained look creeps into his eyes, and just as she
is congratulating herself on her “vamping” ability, he concludes his
promising little speech with, “I want you to—damn that flea—scratch my
back.”
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