Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1916-03-17

Observation-Disclosures
THE GREEN
MANIKIN
A Story With Heart
Interest"
By AGNES G. BROGAN

When David Bronson heard an Amer
lean speaking voice In that little far
away Partisan restaurant an emotion
that was surprising surged within him
80 this was what had been the trou
BILE Of late, this the cause of his un
finished observation-disclosures, pure old
fashioned inconsistencies"
Long ago, as lad, he had realized
this desperate feeling. Now the sound
of that familiar tongue brought bach
longing to be among his own" which
was almost unbearable, back again In
little old New York." for from her &C
cent the speaker had also lived In that
vicinity. Bronson whirled about tC
look at her. Demure and unaware OF
admiring glances, she sat at a nearby
table, "conspicuously simple" In heI
close fitting black suit and turban.
Bronson struggled against an uncon
trollable desire to hear again that soft
voicing of his mother tongue, then with
muttered, May If'' sank into seat
at the opposite side of the table, The
restaurant being unduly crowded. his
intrusion was calmly taken for grant
ed Happily absorbed, he gazed at the
lovely, downcast face of his companion
and she, glancing up at last, smiled. A
frank, engaging smile II was, like that
of a friendly child.
"The saltT' Bronson asked politely
while the girls smile deepened.
80 you, too, are American" she said
All the pentup longings Of the mans
home yearning soul broke forth at her
question.
"Amertcan-yes," he answered, land
If you could but know the Joy 1t gives
me merely to be again In the presence
Of an American l might have sought
out my countrymen here, suppose,
but"-he laughed shoruy-"I did not
recognize my need until heard your
voice"
Tho girl leaned impulsively forward.
II know" she breathed. ooh, l know!
For weeks I've been fighting of the
desire to go back. Sometimes 1t was
almost too strong for me. I've got to
stay here, you see. 1 must, until"--
Until" he prompted gently. The
girl drew back, continuing her meal.
Until / make good" she answered
quietly.
STUDENT" the man questioned She
nodded her head.
There are 80 many OF u.s." she said
ruefully, "'would be- artists, musicians
mostly failuresp
"And you"
The girls low laughter ended In a
wry smile. "Pm an art failure" she
replied, with shrug of the shoulders.
Bronson's quick glance was sympa-
thetic.
Perhaps not" he encouraged. Bet
ter stick It out little longer and see."
She arose, drawing on her gloves, and
stood looking now on the gloves, now
on him.
II intend to-" she answered brightly.
With visible regret the author also
arose.
Pardon the holiness of fellow
Ahe N"n, ne en'reateu' put may
NOT nope 10 see you againF
"Why notT" the girl carelessly re-
sponded. IL dine here every day"
So 1t happened that the small table
Deneath the WINDOW came quite natu-
rally to be u place Of meeting, a place
for the exchange Of simple condolences,
ior comforting recoiiections OF nome
t.aI..
Deioveu scenes ana nome happy times.
~ tne ninn tniS one hour was sort OF
panacea Ior all tne Trials OF troubled
oay' ABOUT II MS creams centered as
re"aru Ior hlghtly hours OF writing.
Anu the srrs open pleasure IN these
meetings was constant growing JOY.
10 you KNOW. she asked In her In
senuous way cannot get over the
iuea that nave known your race De-
ioret IL was strangely famihar from
the mist, and yet
Aheh DaVm bronson knew that MS
hour OF announcement mad come. 1t
had been gratifying thing to hide
lor time from the paths OF fame and
70 ieei that MS unknown personality
had powers OF its own 10 awaken In
tereSt ana pleasure with sigh ne
ure" iortn MS cara ana placed IL Do
Iore nsr.
David D. bronson, the girl read
aloud' wnhe recoilection widened In
ner eyes.