sat beside me, and you spoke little... I knew that my suit was not in the new style and that the shape of my shoes did not go with the dinner jacket....

That dinner! It was a long, drawn-out torment for me!

At last the girl students went up to the upper floor to fetch their wraps, while the young men were putting on black overcoats and white gloves. My brown checked overcoat struck a discordant note. And you came down, wrapped in a white evening cloak embroidered with silver threads. Never in my life had I seen you more beautiful...

You said:

— Some of the girls go to the party in a taxi. As for me, I prefer to walk with you to the dance hall.

Of course — I ought to have thought of the taxi.

The dance was held at the college, so we walked in the moonlight, your arm in mine. During the first dance I noticed that the girls wore flowers on their breasts. I ought to have brought you some flowers — but how was I to know duties of that kind!

I said:

— I am sorry there are no flowers on your dress!

— Jim! Flowers do not matter in the least. I...

And you leaned your head on my shoulder, and I held you for a moment as you pressed close to me, and I thought that that minute was the beginning of the end! Still, I managed to hold out to the end of the evening, and I tried to keep pace with your friends in their conversations; and if I failed, it was not for lack of will, but I was a stranger to the subjects of universities and student societies and plays and the rest...

And we danced together. But the music that evening did not come from above, from the stars. After the party you wanted to accompany

me to the station, and in the carriage that carried us I confessed everything to you: the modest room where I had changed my clothes, and my hired coat. When I had finished, you said only these words:

— Oh, Jim! I wanted you to spend an hour of pleasure at this party, and I see now that you were never happy at all!

— That is the truth. I ought not

to have come here, to where I feel myself a stranger.

The locomotive threw its lights along the rails, and I laid my hands on your shoulders and said:

— If it should happen one day that you think of me, my dear — will you remember how much I love you?

You closed your eyes and leaned

Odorono

Do men look at you with admiration —

or do you see them whispering about you?

The unpleasant odor of perspiration in summer drives men away from you.

So try today

ODORONO

cream or liquid — and notice the difference.

Agents and depot: Baroudi Bros. & Co. — Beirut — Damascus