Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1915-04-15

The Daily Story
Visiting Philomela

! tone.
! Geraldine never even turned from tn,
window. out Of doors it was raining
/ q slow, gray November downpour
/ Through 1t the distant mountains looked
like heavy. low-hanging clouds. The trees
! were bare and desolatc. Geraldlnc's hear
felt bare and wlndswept and desolate
and there were tears in her blue eyes,
81 hate it, Uncle Ted she flung bach
miserably. "a won't stay here. II you
don't take me right straight back with
you III run off to those horrible noun.
tains and die"
The bishop smiled at her pleasantly and
consulted his timetable.
You'll grow to like 1t, my child and
your consin Phionela Is charming
woman when u-er-grow to know her
Tho change will do you good"
"Oh | know why I'm being planted
down here. You needn't try to gloss IT
over one bit, Uncle Ted" Geraldine
turned suddenly and made for the wide
tlat-tOppcd desk, Planting her hands on
it's glossy surface, she faCed the bishop
bcllgcrcrtly. You're ali AGAINST me,
even mother, and you've fixed this up so
I can't sail on tho Goth After 1ve made
ill INV Ih'ta~ l'l ll't year III HllN
Ridiculous, year iI Paris alone -
said the Bishop IL, fhc first place,
Gerry, your voice is very mediocre my
dear, very. In Fairfield It was a wonder
There arc many voices which astonsh
the little l'airilclds Of the land. Trans
planted to New York or Paris they can
not be heard, You have pretty, light
mcE"o-soprano, utterly unit for even con
cert work.
Geraldine stared down ut him. For
whole week she had been trying TO get
used to Grccnacrcs. Cousin phlomela 8
home on the virginia bank OF the ro-
t0maC. II might have brcn pleasant in
summer or spring. In carly December It
was dcsolato. Yet she had managed to
exist some way. If 1t had not been for
the long rides every tine the rain stop
ped, shn would have fed long ago. 1Sut
Mt least there had hecn the rides and the
man I'm the military cloak She had never
told tho bishop of him Somehow, now,
as she thought OF staying hero pcrforce.
he came back as the ono inducement.
"If you visit Philomcla until after
Christmas continued the Bishop, hcnev-
olontlE, "and arc willing to give up this
notion thereafter you are to join your
mother aud me in the West"
And If l don't"
You may visit phomcla indefinitely"
After the bishop had taken his de-
parturc. and PhilomcIa had tried to COM
fort her, Geraldine opened the window
wide to the night air and let the wind
blow on her face and throat. Below was
a balcony, and from that just a step to
the ground
sho heard tho dun thud Of horses
hoors on the wet grass before she could
see any shape and stood holding her
breath, slender, eager figure, silhou-
cited against tho golden patch of tho
window spncc. lust for q moment sbo
saw him in the lamp's glow ns he cross
ed it's path of light. the snrno youthf,rI
reckless figure on the bav horse and
the military clonI, nuuc bfrI, From, o,,,
shoulder ns hc looked nm M hrr ,rd
lifted his can
Phil, dear" said Geraldine ot break
Co., ~ -, W " ON
rrondrnoss .vbo o mE o, m,t" SusI,Gro1S
I've boyo,,,t ,r,. "no ,,, ou, ieIt ,,ooLs
70 sa,, nv TN, %. any I'sr oncs' III sorry
miles farther doy,n thn ri,o,. Wo,, '"Un o,,,
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croor d,,. tI tI, ~ - @ '.gu9o "'l t
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hnF 1Vt4, 4 H. /. ngs
dor,o,,o,, - G,.,I,,,, G r'o S"'
..rbon ,on 40 i.,,,,, t;,,, 10, ,.,
him cvcr, inrio da,, poe, ,,oo,, C,,,t
ri,linp. ana onro y,bo, ,,,, ,-i,,i ,,'aS
loose and Rutterfv stortoJ io 6arre Nc
was tightoninr # he came along md
fixed il for me-1nd boIned me ,nount -"
"Oh, my dear. my dear. and the bishon's
gone exclaimed her cousin Won must
not even talk to Jack Carterct."
whats he done?" asked Gerry. ratly.
Nothing. hut he's not one of us He's
a very ultra sort of person, Gerry, and
YOU won't get tangled up with him. viii
you? When Colonel Carteret died last
year, it turned out there wasn't a soul
left Of the old family, and this person
Camc from somewhere out of the
West--'
II came from there, too" put i'm Gerry.
mildly
But. dear, ho Ind been II cowboy, I
believe, or something quite as-as un-
controlled and unbusinesslilSe."
Geraldine's eyes sparkled. Memories of
some of the glorious old days at her
fathers ranch on the old Belle Fourche
River, up in wyoming swept over her
81 like him." she declared, land he's
coming TO see me- ana you'd better allow
It, PHIL for IT'S absolutely the only diver
sion can see
Philoinela gave IN hesltahtiy' put that
afternoon. as the CLOUDS prohe over
smoky Mountain JACK Carteret sat be-
Tore the elGHlnE tte IN the long old IL