The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1903-07-22

things. Meeting persons who live In
tenements Is bad enough, but going to
bohemian gatherings with nondescript
young men is impossible. To work
among the poor with people Of no so
cial position is sometimes, know. uri-
avoldable; but to recognize them in
any other way seems to me fatal"
What reply Eleanor might have
made was happily averted by the
ringing of bell. Here's MIR. Trent,
now, Auntie," she exclaimed. "Oh. no.
of course you must stay" as that lady
prepared TO beat an offended retreat
1T would never do for me to receive
Mr.. Trent alone up town you know"
And Mrs. Meredith, speechless be-
fore Eleanor's audacity. helplessly
awaited the next move Of the game.
When she saw Schuyler Trent, son OF
one OF her lifelong friends, advancing
deferentially to meet her, her anger
was converted into terms OF unmiu-
gated amazement and delight.
Schuyler. I'm charmed To see you."
she cried with warmth that surprised
that modest youth. But with no
thanks to Eleanor, who has been CIV
ing me the most disagreeable sort Of
q shock by telling me was about tU
receive one of her social pariahs from
the east side. | had no idea you had
gone into that sort of thing, too"
Il assure you no one is more of a
social outcast than | am, Mrs. Mere
dith," laughted Trent with his most ir-
resistible air, which never failed,
among women at least, of its effect
You are both misguided children"
retorted Mrs. Meredith In high good
humor, "but suppose we shall all of
us be only too willing to kill the fatted
calf as soon as you show the least de-
sire TO be forgiven"
Don't forget that, Auntie," laughed
Eleanor, as the house door closed on
them. when throw my prodigal self
at your feet And now" turning to
Trent with childlke glee, "please tell
the man to drive up Broadway. It's SO
long since I've seen the dear old glar-
ing lights"
left by the closed doors of the hanson,
and looked happily out on the gay
whirl of color, light, and sound.
Isn't 1t intoxicatng?" she sighed,
her dark eyes brimming over with un-
conscious delight. do you Know, Den
beigh Hall makes me feel most of the
time as If were being starved out Of
my youth. Do you know what mean?"
she appealed to Trent.
Certainly" he returned, by virtue
of sharing similar emotion. I'm
afraid. Miss Cayendlsh, that this social
conscience of ours is too young not to
require its natural fling"
well, mine will soon be enjoying a
prolonged fling" returned Eleanor.
for my three months of residence will
have expired in two weeks. and don't
intend to extend the term"
"And what shall you do them"
Trents manner suddenly became very
grave.
Wear the purple robe, I hope"
laughed Eleanor, "and the gold ring.
Didn't you hear what Auntie said to-
night? Well, feel that the time Is ripe
to enact the part Of the Prodigal Son.
Why don't you try 1t yourself?"
II rather think shall" said Trent
slowly. only, before do that, l must
know II have anything to hope for in
coming back up town. You see, Elean-
or" as the girl glanced at him in shy
surprise that made his heart beat per-
ilously fast, "instead Of falling in love
with the new democracy I've fallen In
love with you. and-oh. Eleanor,
wonder IL you won't give me just one
word that will make the coming back
worth while"
| Eleanor's head was turned toward
| Broadway, but her hand, Of which he
had somehow become possessed, still
lay quietly enough in his own. Finally
she turned and looked at him. Her lips
were quivering, but her eyes spoke in
leffable things.
1--WE fallen in love with the new de-
mocracy for just one thing" she de.
clared, "and that Is"
| But 1t is of no account, save to one
person, just what reason she assigned
for her sudden leaning toward the new
democracy. That it seemed to hin
wholly logical and satisfactory Is per.
haps the best proof that she stated hei
case clearly end we'll.
AS the hanson approached the Sher.
wood studios Trent had reached thai
point OF masculine assurance which en-
abled him to say:
And after we're married, darling
we'll 1.-Two"
"Up town." concluded Eleanor
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