The Washington times., 1920-10-07
(C~aed.seA Ers. Yesterday.

Practically. you're just practical.
Helen. You're nice to everybody.
impartislly; you go about your
sculpture with the cheerful certain
~ Of genius; nothing ever discon-
certs you; you are always the cool.
freshly gowned. charmingiy poised
embodiment OF everything lovely
and desirable-wonderfu TO look
at. engaging and winsome TO talk
to--and-a-nd all marble inside!"
Phil! You unpleasant wretch
Therefore" he said deliberately,
when you sentimentalize over the
Belters and how they loved each
other madly for several years after
having bounced each other. your
enthusiasm leaves me incredulous."
'"The trouble with every man is
this" she said; amy girl who
doesn't fall In love with him Is
heartless-ail marble inside-mere-
Iy because she doesn't flop when he
expects 1t. He gives that girl no
credit for warm humanity unless
she lAvishos II on him. II she
doesn't, she's an iceberg and he
sticks that label on her for life"
GrAyson sat up among the ferns
and gathered his legs under him:
"It isn't because you don't care
for me-" he said. but ] tell you,
Helen, you're too complete In your
self to fall In love-"
self satisfied? Thanks." But
she still did not believe he meant
II.
You are conscious OF your self
sufYiciency," he said coolly. "You
are beautiful to look at, but your
mind controls your heart; you do
with your heart what you choose
to do" He added. half TO himself:
1T would be wonderful II you ever
let 1t go. But you're far too prac-
tical and complacent to do that"
Let what go?"
"Your heart. You really have ono
you know"
The pink tint of rising indigna-
tion still fingered on her cheeks:
she looked at this presumptuous
young man with speculative brown
eyes. realizing that for the first
time in his three years sweet
tempered courtAhip he had said
something unpleasantly blunt and
virile to her-unacceptable because
OF the raw truth in 1t.
This was not like Phil Grayson---
this sweet-tempered. gentle, good
looking writer of literature which
might be included under the term
Of bellies lettres-this ornamental
young fellow whose agreeable de-
votion she had come to take for
granted-whose rare poems pie ased
her critical taste and hattered 1t
when she saw them printed in the
most exclusive of periodicals and
hailed effusively by the subtlest Of
critics.
phil" she said, her brown eyes
resting on him with a curiosity not
free from irritation. .fs this really
what you think 'am--after all
these years of friendship"
''It really is, Helen"
Into her hurt face came the pink
tint OF wrath again; but she sat
quite still, her head lowered, pulling
fronds from the fern on her lap.
I'm sorry IL you are offended"
he said cheerfully. and lighted q
cigarette,
Helen's troubled face cooled; she
tore tiny shreds of living green
from the fern; her remote eyes rest
ed on him, on the blue hills across
the valley. on the river below them.
sparkling under the July sun.
Down there. Marie Better, with
her red parasol, was sauntering
across the pasture, and Harry pad
died faithfully beside her. tanning
his features with his straw hat.
There goes Marie and Fido,"
said Grayson, laughing. Good
Lord, After all. it's a dogs life
at any angle you care to view It,"