Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1916-02-23

trust me. The things I know that
YOU do not know shove the duty OF
denial on to my shoulders. could give
YOU an empty she'll but won't"
Alan had not looked at Glenn. He had
talked like one rehearsing n lesson, with
his eyes far away In the gray world. He
dropped the bit OF brush, and his hands
locked about his knees, gripped each
other till the knuckles and fingers showed
white against the tan Of his thin wrists
When he stopped speaking Glenn turned
curious eyes upon him. rs that all?"
she asked.
Alan sprang up and faced her. "All7
Alp he cried. isn't that enough?"
Glenn rose TO her feet. In her up
lifted right hand she held her agate
headed riding whip. Alan's eyes fastened
on II as she meant them to do. Then with
full, free swing she flung 1t from her.
The whip, weighted by the agate head,
described a long curve through the air
and plunged into the brush far down the
mountain side, That" said Glen, her
eyes flashing into his. "for the beacon.
| kept 1t for YOU 1t was too good for
you; you would not take IL, so there It
goes" Her lip trembled and she snapped
her fingers. ut is not worth that to me-"
Client" cried Alan, protesting.
Don't speak," said Glen; you have
said what you had to say. Now listen
to me. You are blind. Alan, or worse
than that, asleep. I'm not a thln-legged
elf with skirts bobbing above my knees
any more. You can't make me swallow
my protests today. wlth-'Clem, you
mustn't this and you mustn't that
There's one thing you've closed your eyes
on long enough. I'm n woman Alan.
bone, spirit and great deal of flesh.
1 love you and you say you love me-"
Alan started forward, but Clem held
him pm Va hot do
think 1 love in you? The things you have
spent? The things you have thrown
away? Has n woman ever fallen in love
with man because he was perfect"
Glen made a desponding gesture with
both hands as though she sought words
that would not come. Some men clap
a wife on to themselves" she went on.
'as you clap lid on hot fire. II the
fire grows cold quick enough the lid
cracks Some just let the fire burn out
and take the dross with II. A woman
knows that there is always something
left In the man she loves. And even II
she did not know IL, 1t would be the
same. She would rather give all for
nothing than never give at ALL"
Clems voice fell into lower key.
THE things you know that l do not
know! What child you are among
men. A half-wtted woman is born with
more knowledge than the wlsest of you
ever attains. and the first thing she
learns Is that life laughs at knowledge"
Clem stopped speaking and her eyes
that had wandered came back to Alans
face. She drew a qulvering breath. Her
face had been pale, but now the sudden
color surged up over her throat and into
her cheeks. She put up her hands to her
forehead. "Oh," she susped, you have
driven me too far. l am n mean thing
in my own eyes as I am in yours"
At first Alan had stood stunned by the
words In which she had poured out her
overburdened heart. but as she went on
pitilessly laying bare her subsection
flame lit up his eyes and fired his blood.
Now he sprang forward and dragged her
hands from her face. Mean, Glenn?
Mean in my eyes?" Then his tongue
failed him. He sank to the wet grass
at her feet, took her knees in his arms
and hid his hot face In her skirt. "My