Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1919-12-04
A story Of Notp York LiJo
Bu LEROY SCOTT

I But how had he done it all? How
had he got up here? Jennie sat won
dering through the succeeding scenes
of the play Once she had start
of different sort. Glancing back, she
saw a man leaning against the orchestra
at her. She thought it was Harry Ed
wards, and she turned quickly again
to the stage. But few minutes later
curiosity impelled her TO look back
wards; a more composed glace showed
her that the man standing where she
thought Harry stood was not Harry
Edwards. She had been deceived by a
mere fanced resemblance, had been
played upon by this resurgence Of old
memories. = For the rest of the per-
formance she continued to wonder about
the rise of Slim Jackson.
She was relieved to get away from
the theatre. With Slim out of her
sight, and in the company Of the little
party which was now in gay mood, she
tried to throw off the disturbing mem
ories, the sense of nearness to her old
life. BY the time they were all in
Kenneth's car, the feeling of security,
of confidence, which she had slowly
won during the last four years, had
returned; it reassured her, convincing
ly, that time had wiped out all re-
membrance of her, that she had gone too
far, had risen too high, ever to be con-
nected with the Jennie Malone who
once had been.
Spring had ended with summer like
days that year, and the roof gardens
were already open. Ten minutes after
they had left the theatre the four step
ned out upon the Astor roof. A cap
tain instantly sighted Kenneth and was
beside them. Your table Is this way,
please, Mr.. Harrison" he said, and led
them across the roof to table be-
meath an arbor of varicolored lights.
The quickness with which her escort
was recognized, the Difference paid him,
elated Jennie; and she was further
gratified when she saw that the table
} was already set, and when walters
!. began Immediately to serve. She knew
then that the table had been reserved
and the supper ordered in advance
This, indeed, was attention!
Then she noticed something else
which in the first excitement of this
new experience she had overlooked
"Why, there are five covers!" she ex-
! claimed. There are only four of us
who's the fifth place for?'
"a friend of mine promised to drop
, around if he could-none of you know
| hlnl, hennetn duSWeTeus
He spoke casually. 1t was an ele
ment of his character, which Jennie
/ was yet to discover, that he liked to
. do carefully planned and perhaps even
big things in an offhand manner--as
though they were commonplaces to him.
Perhaps he SO acted because it was
, subtle way Of increasing his own i'm
portance-because it fed his egotism,
which his sister had declaimed against,
but of which Jennie had seen no trace.
Perhaps it was merely because of his
quiSzical bent; perhaps merely because
he had a penchant for little surprises.
/ Jennie had danced one number with
Kenneth, dancing it very formally, and
was seated again at the table with Sue
? and young Grayson, when coming out
: upon the roof she saw that which
caused her whole being to go suddenly
still. 1t was Slim Jackson. Captains
| and head walters hurried toward this
great celebrity of their world, eagerly,
? obseouiously; but before they reached
: him his scanning eyes had caught sight
4 of Kenneth, on his feet with a signal
2 ing hand, and he was crossing toward
the table.
Y It went through Jennie like a shot /:
so-that fifth cover was for Slim Jack :
son!
4 Frantic, yet controlling herself, she
turned her back as if to pluck a sprig
from tubbed privet tree; but all the
while her sidewise glance was watching
> slim draw nearer. ''Sorry il I'm latel
Kenneth she heard him say--'but
e YOU know you can't just wish your
: make up off" And then she watched
= his introduction to the others. What
r would he do when he saw her? her
frenzy kept asking. He would start
= with amazemept at this unexpected
meeting with her, and his involuntary
start would lead to her certain ex-
n posure-
e miss Miller" called Kenneth.
n 1t was inevitable. Jennie summoned
d her strength, and turned, holding the
u spring of privet she had plucked.
d miss Miller said Kenneth, 81
y want you to meet Mr.: Jackson Holt
e whom you saw tonight
Her face was pale; the gaze she
o raised to him was strained In its fixity
n But he did not start, as she had thought
g he You'd. The look e'gave her was
:. conventionally pleasant; it was the look
e he might have given any woman he was
s meeting for the first time.
: 81 am, indeed, pleased to meet you
Is Miss Miller" he acknowledged In ar
o even voice, bowling with his extraordi
IS nary grace.
(CONTTNTJED TOMORROW