The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1914-01-25

value him directly. You might play up
a little. Craven. for my sake-eh?
Sylvia rising)-You're too awful,
Leonard. For shame! However. any
thing to Obligc a fellow 1bsenite. III
bear your AFFAIR in mind. But I think
} 1t would be more effective IL you got
Grace to do II.
Charteris-Think so? HIM! perhaps
you're right.
Page Boy toutside as before) DIR
Paramore! DR.. Paramore DR.. Para
more
Charters calling to the page)-Dr
Paramore IL in the dining room.
Page Boy-Thank you. sir. lie IL
about to go into the dining room when
Sylvia swoops on him.)
| SylVia-Here; where are you taking
that paper? 1t belongs to this room.
Page Boy-1t's DIR. Paramore's par
ticular orders miss. The British Medi-
cal Journal has always to be brought to
him dreckly 1t comes.
| Sylvia-What cheek! Charters
oughtnt we to stop this on principle?
Charters Ito the page)--Of with you,
my boy, Dr. Iaramore's waiting breath
less with expectation.
Page Boy 6serously) -1ndeed, sir.
tHe hurries off)
Charters-That boy will make his
way In this country. He has no sense
of humor. tGrace comes in. Her dress
very convenient and businesslike, IL
made to please herself and serve her
own purposes without the slightest re
gard to fashion. though by no means
without careful concern for her per-
sonal elegance. She enters briskly, Ike
habltually busy woman)
| sylvia running to her)-Here YOU are
at last. Tranficld old girl I've been
waiting for you this last hour. I'm
starving.
Grace-All right, dear. Ito Char
teris) Did you get my letter?
Charteris-Yes. l wish you wouldn't
write on those COMPOUNDED blue letter
cards.
Sylvia Oo Grace)-Shall / go down
first and secure a table?
Charters taking the reply out OF
Grace's mouth)-Do. old boy.
Sylvia-Don't be too long. (She goes
into the dining room)
| Grace-Well?
| Charteris-I'm afraid to face YOU af-
ter last night. Can you imagine more
horrible scene? Don't you hate the
very sight Of me after it?
| Grace-Oh. no.
Charteris-Then YOU ought to. Ugh.
1t was hideous-an insult-an outrage.
|
you happy--for making you an eXcep-
ton to all the women who swear have
made them miserable
Grace tstting down placidly)--I am
not all miserable. I'm sorry: hut |
sha'n't break my heart.
| 'harteris-No: yours is a thorough
bred heart: you don't scream and cry
every time it's pnched. That's why
you are the only possible woman for me-
Grace ,shakirg her head Not now.
Never any more.
Charteris-NeVor. What do YOU
mean?
Grace-What | say, Leonard
Chartcris-Jilted again The tickle
ness of women | love is only equallcd
by the Internal consistency of the women
who love mo. Well. Well | see how
1t Is. Grace you can't get over that
horrible scene last night. Imagine her
saying | had kissed her within the last
two days.
Grace risng early)-was that not
true?
charters-True' No: humping
lie.
Grace-oh, I'm 50 glad That was
the only thing that really hurt me
| charteris-Just why she said it, How
adorable Of you to care Ny darling.
tHe scizes her hands ana presses them
to his hreastD
Remember, It's all broken off.
Charters All. yes; you have my
heart in your hands. Break it, Throw
my happiness out Of the window
Grace-Oh Leonard, does your hap.
piness really depend on me?
Charters tenderly) ABSOLUTELY. (Sh.
beams with delight. \ sudden revul-
sion comes to him at the sight, he re-
coils, dropping her hands and crylng)
All, no. why should | lie To YOU? Tile
folds his arms and adds firmly My
happiness depends on nobody but my
self. l can do without you,
Grace tnerving HERSELF So YOU
shall. Thank you for the truth. Now
! will tell you the truth.
Charters unfolding his arms and
again recoiling) No. please Don't.
As a philosopher it's my business to
tell other people the truth. bu, it's not
| their business to tell il to me. | don't
like it; 1t hurts.
Grace tquietly)-It's only that | love
you.
Charteris-Ah, that's not "A phlo-
sophie truth, You may tell me that as
often as YOU like. Tile takes her in his
arms)
GraCe-lcs, Leonard. hut I'm an ad-
NdUttu Wolllin. 'fic tIttkS nlfnSslI
and looks at her in some consternation)
I'm what my father calls IA New
Woman. lie let's her go ana stares
at her) ! quite agree with all your
ideas
Charters ,scandalizcdD a nice
thing for respectable woman to say!
You ought Ia he ashamed of yourself,
Grace am quite in earnest about
them too. though YOU are not: and |
Will never marry man ! love too
much. 1t would give him "A terrible
advantage over me. | should be utterly
in his power. That's what the New
Woman Is like. Isn't she right, Mr..
Philosopher?
Charters- struggle between the
Philosopher and the Man is fearful.
Grace. But the Philosopher says you
are right
Grace know ! am right. And so
we must part.
Charteris-Not at all. You must
marry Some one else. and then III come