Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1915-04-30

the terrace, Miss Manwaring, I'm sure
| you'll find It worth while And let your
| ill-gotten gains rest lightly on your con-
science; put them in the war chest against
/ the rainy day that's sure to come even to
| the best players. I myself play a rather
conservative game, you'll find, but there
are times when for days on end can't
seem to get ahead much better than a
| yarbcrough."
do you" Sally faltered, tlmidly APP
preciating the impertinence, do you lose
very much?'
"I7 No fearW Mrs. Gosnold laughed
| again. 1T amuses me TO keep bridge
account and there's seldom year when
1t falls 20 show a credit balance OF at
| least a thousand"
II sally's bewIlderment was only the
deeper for this information, she was sem
sible enough to hold her tongue.
/ Why need Mrs Standish deliberately
| have uttered so monumental a falsehood
| about the losses of her aun. at cards? She
| might, Of course, be simply and sincerely
mistaken, mlsled by oversolctude for
well-heloved Nnswoman.
On the other hand, the gesture of Adele
standish was not that OF a woman easily
deceived
Thus the puzzle swung full circle.
Mind II I show you the way, Miss
Manwarlng7"
"oh, nol' Sally started from her alb
straction to find Trego had fingered, and,
smiling, turned to the steps that led
down to the terrace. "Tll be very
glad"
But the truth was that she was not glad
OF this unsolicited company; she wanted
uninterrupted opportunity to think things
over; Furthermore, she thought the sheer
weight and masculine force of Trego's
personality less ingratiating than an
others-Savage's for instance, however
shallow. was always amusing-or Dyttle-
toms, with his flashing, insouciant smile,
his easy grace and repose of manner
But this Mr.. Trego, swinging ponder
ously by her side down the terrace walks,
maintaining what was doubtless intended
as q civil silence, but what achieved only
oppressveness. of n sudden inspired a
sharp impression that he would prove n
man easy to dislike intensely-the sort of
man who is capable of inspiring fear and
mako enemies without any perceptlble
difficulty.
And II that were soft, as 1t seemed, she
had already. intuitively, acquired dis
taste for Mr.. Trego-how could she at
once retain her self-respect and his money
money which she had won in defiance of
the rules of fair play7
1t etuclS in her fist, hard little wad of
silver wrapped in tho BILL nearly s21, the
equivalent of three weeks pay for drudg-
cry the winnings OF an idle hour, tho in
crement of false pretenBes.
There's your view" Trego's voice broke
upon tho reverie Pretty fine, isn't it7'
Thnv paused in corner of the terrace,
where low stone wall, gray. weathered
and lichened fenced the brow of the cliff,
and Sally's glance compassed panorama
of sea and sky and rock headlands, with
little appreciation OF. its wild, exquisite
beauty.
She uttered an absent-mlnded YES"
hesitated, plunged boldly: "Mr Trego. 1
do wish you'd let me give back this
money!"
His slowness In replying moved her to
seek an answer In his face. He was un-
questionably sitting his surprise for some
excuse for her extraordinary request;
deep gravity informed his heavy-lidded
eyes that were keen with an intelligence
far more alert than she had previously
credited.
He said deliberately: Why"
"I'd rather not say" She offered the
money in her open hand. But I'd feel
well, easier, If you'd take 1t back.
He clasped his hands behind him and
shook his head. mot without good rea-