Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1919-08-02
DAILY NOVELETTE,
SOMETHING VENTURED
SOMETHING Won
BY G. G. Robinson

"A chimed o. jeanette rose on one ell
bow to better survey the luxury sur
rounding her. After year behind the
lines in n French hospital the sudden
plunge into luxury was breaking down
Jeanette's morale .
The hospitality committee of the Red
Cross had given Jean the Fifth avenue
address, two weeks ago, when she had
landed in New York with contingent
of nurses. Jean wore a decoration and
was to take part in the big parade, and
meanwhile, members of the Red Cross
were furnishing entertainment to the
returned heroines.
The parade was over, but Jean lin
gered at the Warren mansion. Both
Mr.. and Mrs. Warren had urged Miss
Ross to extend her visit to them until
she felt thoroughly rested after her
arduous year in France.
Jean realized that even pretty nurse
with decoration could not partake of
strangers hospitality indefinitely. The
question was, should she secure n posi- /
ton or go for rest on Uncle Ben's
ranch? Neither course appealed to her.
''This two weeks of ease has spoiled
me-" thought Jean. She had $500 and
no one to whom she had to account.
Jumping from her reverie, she came
to hasty conclusion. "a month of
real living, and then back to work -
Jean spent the day shopping. With her
limited capital much care and thought
| had to be put into the purchase of each
garment. Jean telegraphed for reserva-
tions at fashionable summer resort.
The Warrens were calmly polite and
regretful when Jean said good by, but
the nackage of latest books and maya
zines and bunch of American Beau
ties in the car that took her to the sta
tion left Jean with the feeling that Mrs.
! Warren was very kind.
| The next evening Miss Ross regis
! tered at Point of Pines, and after re-
| questing a maid be sent up to help her
swept haughtiy by the loungers in the
| lobby to her room.
! 1t was not long before Miss Ross
| time was very much occupied. She was
| real pal 10 tnem all, up early IN tne
morning for sunrise swim, an ex-
pert tennis player and graceful dancer.
| She learned to operate Vandy Brooks's
speed boat. and young F'reeman's high
powered roadster. In her heart, Jean
had no admiration for these wealthy
spendthrifts, but she meant to have
glorious time while it lasted.
Jeans happiest hours were spent in
long walks over the hills with Allen
Stewart. a quiet, reserved sort of fel-
low, whom no one seemed to know
much about. Jean found this man oc-
cupying her thoughts so much that she
| fought with herself, and even avoided
him of late. Perhaps he was posing
at the wealthy resort, the same as her.
self. but somehow Jean could not quite
convince herself Of that.
Time was flying. also her. capital.
Her hotel bill she had paid month in
advance. but tips, laundry bills and
such incidentals had eaten into her
funds until they were at the vanishing
point. Jean put worries aside, and en-.
loved every minute of the time until the
month was mp.
On her last morning, Jean lodged the
rest and walked up to Table Top, a
gigantic rock. surrounded by pine trees.
Alone. with the beautiful hills coming
through the sunrise haze, Jean suddenly
, chokcd up and burst into tears, for she
earned to love this place, somehow.
There was a sound of some one ap-
preaching. Dabbing her eyes, Jean
turned to find Allen Stewart had iu-
vadcd her retreat.
"Iou are leaving today?' he in
quired casually
Yes Jean managed to choke.
"Whcrc are you going?' he de-
manded.
''To work. III tired of this-I want
to do something useful" Jean suffered
| hypocritically.
"You had charge of hospital in
France last year, he oucstionod
NO, T'didn :" said Jegu 81 u,s
only a plain, everyday nurse ono nC
many, and ! wanted good t;no i,St
once, so came here-7and now - nv
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