Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1920-09-07

at woman since, save to distrust ber.
never spoken to one without wondering
what were her real thoughts and feelings
| He was known everywhere as q woman
| hater, and as a rule, after the first early
days Of their acquaintance, women
Once Mrs. ' Tranter gently ventured to
remonstrate with him.
But my dear Miles, you ought to
| marry! You are q rich man, and a
rich man has responsibilities. You have
to think OF the future and Of posterity.
| son." -
Miles had turned scarlet, remembering
the foolish dreams In which he had once
permitted himself to indulge, and he had
answered curtly:
Il have a dozen poor relations who
can ngnt IL out among themselves when
anyway"
IT would worry me, IL you were my
son.. she had answered, and Miles had
relented as he looked into her reproach-
hesn h Eye Ss- ano aor sa,d shat perhaps had he
different. eee
In q queer sort of way Miles Fayer-
sham loved his friends mother. Sho
was the one soul In the world who might
Will VIII some truth, have claimed that she
's~sA "ppNhtsu 10 MIN to
Philip, and as ho stood there In the
hrelt room Miles was conscious ~ y
asked s"0
He had never seen Mrs. Dundas, hut
sron ns mad d,.n heard , great deal about her
women who sneercd at her, and he knew
pretty well---or imagined he knew-the
type OF woman she was.
Pretty. shallow and ambitious-in a
Word, worthless That would have been
asked. and It irritated him TO feel tSat
sn ph,,,p Zip should have been so easily en-.
Carried her photograph with him. did
heY Miles laughed aloud. oh, ne had
pee peen through II all.-he had scared UP to
sne me-, gates OF Paradise on the wings OF a
smile or kiss, and gone through days
OF purgatory afterward as atonement,
He could remember nights when ne
had paced up and down the street, too
miserable to sleep. too wretched to care
Of the one woman or a word from her
He could remember weeks after she had
finally sent him away, when all that had
KEPT Kept him from putting an end to his life
some day. he might meet her again. But
that day had never come! In all the ten
years since they parted, her path and
his had never crossed.
He had deliberately remembered only
hard things Of her, but this evening. as
perfume Of roses In the room waited a
sweeter, kinder memory to him out Of
the unhappy past.
A September evening-warm and
moonlit..a girl in a white frock walking
sIespnr roses nnwiIns smnrw scensed ,pUt with
to him OF her voice, her smile--and tho
touch Of her slim figure within the cir
Gle Of his arm.
You won't always love mo as you
40 % now, you know" she had said to
vanity liked to hear his eager assevera-
tions. Some day you'll look back and
remember. and wonder how you could
ever have been 80 foolish"
out OF the past her voice. with its
little. resretrul note. came to him as
clearly as II 1t had all been but yes
terday. and his own passionate answer:
~ shall love You to tho end Of my
me.s
To the end Of his life!' Well, he did
not love her now He hated her, and the
scorehing memories the thought of her
he still loved her, but because for her
sake he hated the whole sex.
Tranter's man came to the door again,
ana taVerSham started from his reyere
surprised to find how these memories
had shaken him. He looked at Adams
angr.ly;
The man raised mildly amazed eyes.
Il came to fix the fire. sir" He pohed
some wood on. Miles moved away and
lit a cigarette with a hand that was not
quite steady.
What horrible smell of roses there
In In this - ha uoi
Adams glanced toward the side
. There's a box Of them there. sir" he
tOld to me to leave them there till he came
i, Miles went over to the sideboard when
half open. He raised the lid, and saw a
mass of pink roses
Pink roses-they had been her IA
xorise' xons in. 9hH MI.s dsyS scy;v.d that were
the lid fall again. " 40 '''
! time Tine or another in their lives, he won
An outer door slammed, and he hur-
riedly picked UP paper and sat down |
IN N chair chair bE the fire. and a moment
He was whistlins chesriiy til he he caught %
sight of Fayersham. then he broke off, |
still with little blank look
Of chagrin which he tried hard to dis |
perse.
But Miles saw II, and again that little
heart.
Trantsr was a much younger looking
man than he, though In reality there was |
only few months difference in their
ages, but Tranter was of the slim, boy
lsh type that always seems to retain its
He had fair hair, rather too severely
brushed and small. fair mustaohe,
CHEEKY blue eyes and the most optimistic
nature In the world
Women called him a handsome boy,
and men with the exception of Miles
considered him rather
was an Injustice, for there was nothing
effeminate in his nature except perhaps,
the habit OF making too quick and too
violent attachments.
He would have quarreled with Fa-
scores of times had he been al
lowed to do so, but Miles was a difficult
nan to quarrel with when 1t did not suit
him.
o,.InEE y got your note" he said unoompro-
"oh All. yes" Tranter flung his
isn't T.? Have a drink7"
where are you Hsrs Eons W tonsht s tsas naeS our
appointment is off?"
'where? Oh. we'll. as a matter of
act. Mrs Dundas rang up. She wants
IN escort to a concert, and asked me-
couldn't very we'll refuse"
"And didn't want to. eh2'
Tranter looked up sharply.
mo. II you like to put II that way.
didn't" He gave up hunting In the
,ideboard drawer for corksorew and
aced his friend squarely
Look here" he said. III you've got
'nything to say. say 1t and have done