Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1918-03-02

of cigarette papers along the table.
cloth. IT'S n mix of my own. hope
you'll like IT,"
Hammersley opened the bag and
shifted at its contents.
Good stuff. that. Virginia. Perique
and a bit of Turkish. WHAT"
Byfield nodded and watched Ham,
mersley as he poured out the tobacco,
rolled the paper and lighted 1t at the
candelahra inhaling luXurlousiy.
Thanks" he sighed. Jolly good Of
YOU" and he pushed the pouch back
to Byfield along the table.
You must come to Scotland some
day. old chap" said the Honorable
Cyril carelessly.
Delighted When the war is over"
returned Byiield quietly. Not until
the war is over"
"Awf'ly glad to have you any time.
you know-awf'ly glad"
"In case of furlough--Ill look you
up"
DO" said the Honorable Cyril.
Hammersleys rather bovine gaze
passed slowly around the room, and
just over Lord Kipshaven's head in
the mirror over the mantel it met the
dark gaze of John RizZio The fraC-
tion of Il second 1t paused there and
then he stretched his long legs and
rose. sitting a yawn.
Lets go in-what?' he said to BY
field.
Byfield got up and at the same time
there was movement at the mantel.
Don't be too hard on the chap"
Rizzio was saying in an undcrtone to
kipShaVen. you're singing the
'Hassgesag.' He's harmless--I tell you
positively harmless" And then as
the others moved toward the door:
Come. Lady Heathcote won't mind
our tobacco"
Hammersley led the way, with BY
field and Rizzio at his heels.
Jacqueline Morley had been trying
TO play the piano, but there was no
heart in the music until she struc'- ~
"Tipperary," when there was a gem
erous chorus in which the men Joined.
Hammerslev found Doris with Con-
stance Joyliffe in an alcove. At his
approach Lady Joyliffe retired.
Handsome no end " he murmured
to her as lie sank beside her.
Handsome is as handsome does,
Cyril" she said slowly. "If you knew
what l was thinking of, you wouldn't
be SO generous"
"What?"
lust what everybody is thinking
about you-that you've got to do some.
thing-enlst to tight--go to France, if
only as a chauffeur. Thev'd let you do
that tomorrow il you'd 60
Chauffeur! Nc! Not really"
"Yes, that or something else" de.
termiin,edi!y.
She hcsitated moment and then
went on distinctly.
Because | could never marry man
people talked about as people are talk
ing about you"
Not marry" The Honorable
Cyril's face for the first time that eve
ming showed an expression of concern
Not marry--me? You can't mean
that, Doris
Il do mean it, Cyril" she said firmly
81 can't marry you"
"Why--?'
Because to me love is "a sacrament
Love of woman-love of country, but
the last Is the greater of the two
No man who isn't patriot is 1T to be
Il husband"
"A patriot"
She broke in before he could protest
"Yes-a patriot. You're not patriot
that is, il you're an Englishman.
don't know you, Cyril. You puzzle me
You're lullewarm. Day after day
you've seen your friends and mine &c
off in uniform, but it doesn't mean
ANYTHING to you. 1t doesn't mean any
thing to yor that England IS dancer
and that she needs every man who cat
he spared at home to go 10 the front
You see them go, and the only thing
it means u you is that you're losing
eliminates and sportmates. Instead OF
taking the infection of fervor 20 &c
TO Scotland to shoot, not Germans but
deer. Deer.' she repeated scatn
ingly.
But there aren't Germans in Scot
land; at least, none that chap coulo
shoot" he said with a smile.
Then 20 where there are Germans
to shoot she said impetuously. She
put her face TO her hands moment
'Oh don't you understand? You've
, got to prove yourself. You've got &c
u make people stop speaking of you a:
I've heard them speak you tonight
d Here Y are in the midst of Il lends
1t people who know you AMI like you
but what must other people who don
m know YOU so well or care so much "a
IS we? What must they think and say
"a Of your indifference, os your openly
II expressed sympathy with England!
:, enemies? Even Lady Betty, kins
IN woman and one of your truost friends
vi has lost patience with you-l had al
~ most said lost confidence In you"
w. v, Her voice trailed into silence. Ham
- mersley was moving the toe of his var
=, nished boot along tke border OF I'M
II. Aubusson rug.
~, ~, I'm sorry" he said slowly. "Awfl!
~ sorry"
sorry! Are you? But what ar,
te you going to do about it?'
"Do?" he said vaguely. 81 don
10 know, I'm sure. I'm no bally use, yo
OF know. Wouldn't he any bally use owe
there Make some silly ass mistak
~ ,robahly. No end of trouble-a
around ...-..,o. A.,
h. and you're willing to sacrifice tn
", good will, the affection of your lrleno
IN tho respect of the girl you say 70
" love- .,s
IS "Oh. | say, Doris. Not that
ly Yes. I've / got to tell you. ] can
he unfair to myself. ] can't respe'
ct a man who sees others cheerfully ca
er rying his burdens, doing his worl
Il, accepting his hardships In order thf
d, he may sleep soundly at home ia
10 away from the nightmare OF shot an
e. shell. You, Cyril, you! Is 1t that
the love of ease? Or is it somethin
ar else-something to do with your Ge
~ man kinship-the memory OF yoi
Mt mother. What is it? If you still wal
N. me. Cyril, 1t is my right to know
rd want you, Doris" his voice wei
ed a little lower. "Yes. l want 70
ce You might know that"
Gu Then you must tell me-
III He hesitated and peered at the ey
.o glass in his fingers,
'e Il think--it's because /"
"a paused and then crossed his han,
~ and bowed his head with an air
N. REIMBURSEMENT. Because l think