The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1921-09-06
FOR LOVE BY k RUBY, M

with Philip. The last two weeks had
seemed like years Of separation.
Once she found herself thinking how
very little he had changed. Then
she laughed, realizing the foolish.
ness of the thought-of course. one
did not change in q few days.
I'VE met Mr.. Faulkner at dinner
last night" she said suddenly.
II didn't remember him. but he
remembered me. MIR. Calligan intro
duced us all over again"
He told me 1t was all fixed up
about South Africa, so + knew be-
fore I got your note"
Yes"
II hope you will like IT," said Eva;
anything was better than silence.
II hope shall" Philip agreed.
Silence again; II seemed impossible
TO avoid II: she tried to think OF
something else to say, but there
seemed no other subject In all the
world but South Africa, and the fact
that a fortnight held but fourteen
days.
Does father know that you are
going away7' she asked.
II have not told him yet. We will
tell him today, II you like"
ut doesn't make any differences:
poor father! He will be upset, won't
her"
why should he be?''
well, he thought he had settled
US both so comfortably in life. He
hates to find that anything he has
arranged has gone wrong"
1T cannot matter to him." Philip
said. indifferently. but he was Sc
cretly relieved to find that his
father in-law was not at home.
There was nobody at home except
the servants. Mr.. and Mrs. Denni-
son had gone out driving and the
boys could not be found.
Eva was disappointed.
She told the maid that she would
come over again that evening, per
haps to dinner" she added.
Philip was frowning as they walk
ed away.
s"You can't go to dinner" he said.
as soon as they were out Of earshot.
What do you suppose my mother
will think-your first night here?"
II don't suppose she'll think any
worse Of me than she does already"
she answered, recklessly. why,
even Peter told me this morning
that he was ashamed Of me-" Her
voice broke Q little.
Peter" Young winterdick flush
ed crimson. Young puppy! What
the devil ."
Eva laughed extravagantly.
"Oh, Peter was sticking UP for
you; you need not look so angry.
He seemed sorry for you, think
sorry that you had got such a wife
as me ." She stood still sud
denly. ''Oh, I'm so tired" she add
ed, piteously.
Tired? Philip looked at her
sharply.
What have you been doing with
yourself?" he asked angrily. He
tried to take her -Ara to steady her,
but she would net let him; she be-
gan to walk on again.
I'm all right now it's just
I SUPPOSE I'm not used to walking.
We always had taxi everywhere In
New York"
Philip smiled grimly.
Il never knew Calligan had so
much money to chuck away" he
said brutally.
Philip was changing for dinner
that evening when q maid came
to the door.
III you please, sir, Mr.. Dennison
wishes to speak to you"
"Mr. Dennison-oh. well-just tell
my wife, will your" He opened the
door and stood there. one arm in
his coat.
"I'll be down In o minute-just
tell" The girl interrupted:
IF you please, sir, Mr.. Dennison
said that Il was you he wished to
speak to. and very particularly"
Philip stared.
"oh. very WELL" He put the other
arm In, gave his tie a twitch and
went slowly downstairs.
Something was the matter, Of
course! Probably the old man bad
already heard about South Africa.
Philip looked a trifle nervous as he
walked into the library.
Mr.. Dennison was standing with
his back to the fire; ne had not
taken off his overcoat, and he held
his hat in his hand; there was an air
Of antagonism about him which
Philip recognized at once, for he
just said Good evening" and waited.
Mr.. Dennison cleared this throat.
The fact that his son-in-l9w was IN
evening dress made him feel at a
disadvantage. He wished he, too,
had the protection of q white shirt
front. He was q man who was al.
ways greatly influenced and Inn
pressed by externals.