Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1921-02-05
CHAPTER xLyIu

Mr.. Arthur Curtiss paced his private
office at the London Realm. He was in
AS usual, he was Immediately dressed ;
today he was rather better dressed than
usual, II that wero possible.
The door opened, the office boy came
In. Miss Popsy Giddens to SEQ you,
SIR" he said.
Miss Popsy Giddens was a famous
star. Agents and managers received
her, hat in hand ; she had been known
to receive three hundred pounds for
one weeks work, and the lowest She
would look at was two hundred.
Tell Miss Popsy Giddens to so to
say | can't zee her" Curtiss said.
But" he said.
Clear out" Curtiss said. 'I can,
see her, won't see her; tell her I'm
busy - Tho boy went out.
IF thought that that idiot of Do.
] thought for a moment" He paused
1T would serve me right! When /,
was too late, would suddenly realize
what 1t meant to me! ] won't walt till
It's too late! Nows the time. now's
the time. It's not too late yet! !" He
went to the bell and rang II.
Has that woman gomez"
Miss GiddcnS is gone, sir She seemed
angry she said It was an insult To-
Il don't care what she said; when
I want to know what Miss Giddens says,
et'EN = 10 boSio" tilc
building?'
Il don't know II she's come in yet,
SIR; she generally comes In for letters
OF a morning"
Well, go to the commissIonaire and
ask him If she Is here and II she Is
here, say ! would be glad II she would
spare me few minutes. II she hasn't
come In yet, tell him to tell her the mo-
ment she comes"
Very good. sir" The boy went out.
There's many a man." Arthur Cur
tIss muttered to himself, who waits
Just too long, who can't make up his
mind, and then makes it UP to find out
that he's lost everything that makes
lifo worth living. I'm not going 10 be
among that lot: I've made up my mind
making up. Somehow, II came natur-
ally: There's no one like her in the
world; she's only a child there needn't
be a hurry-another year, say--but !
want to make sure OF her"
The door opened and Sunny came in.
She was fresh from the sunlight OF the
streets and SEEMED 10 carry Il good deal
OF it with her into the room. Her face
was beaming. her eyes dancing
I've Just been down there to Havers."
she Sunnyvillc, ] mean. They're
getting. on splendidly. It's going to be
how I'm longing and looking forward
TO It when 1t Is all done. all ready
Those dear little cottages, such boxes
they do look, and yet they gay that they
will be quite largo: and there's TO be a
bathroom III each one. think OF that
and"
She chartered on. and he stood look
ing at her. Her little face was glowing,
radiant; her eyes gintcd and sparkled;
her red lips, like twin rose petals, were
parted, showing the pcarly glitter OF her
perfect teeth.
"a III
her shone around her little head like
an aureole OF glory.
Arthur CurtisS stood and looked at
her: he waS not listening. He could
only look ard look his MI Was there
in all this $onber. drcary old world such
eyes OF a man? And 10 think that this
picture, this wonderful breathing reality,
might one day bo his, all his own!
"Oh. forgot" she said breathleusly
IT rattle on and forget everything. don't
I? | am sorry, Arthur. You sent for
me?"
eyes, sent for you" he said heavily.
About that new sketch? It's to so
on in week. and I'm all ready. !
shan't make mess OF It, you can
betCher life !"
II don't anticipate that you will mako
n mesa OF II: It's not IN you to mako a
mess OF anything, sunny Ducrow!"
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me for the last hundred years" she said.
"I'll get through all right. Sec? Sunny
DuCrow az tragedennc, what" She
laughed, "And now, what 10 it?'
She looked at him eXpectantly.
Arthur Curtiss hcSitatod ; he pulled UP
his short collar, shot out his cuff he
cOughed and stallCcd to the mantelpiece
Here he assumed a graceful attitude of
negligence.
"You've got on new trousIs," Sunny
said. 81 like that pattern."'
I'm glad" nc said shortly.
And EardCn!a IN your buttOnhole
too :" Sunny said Things are looking
up"
That shows what "A lot don't know !"
she FaId. "Wcll, anyhow, you look very
nice this morning Going out 10 a party,
or WHAT"
~ am not" he said. sunny. want
TO speak to you"
"WclI, it's me doing most OF tho tax.
ing. isn't II, old dcar?" she said, whats
It HbUut-thc jam IN HCtory, or what? Or
IA II the new sketch" u It's the sketch,
for goodness sake don't worry Pm
coming through all right. I'll betchcr!'
It's neither the one thing nor tho
other, II iS-,ahcm "a moro personal'
he paused IA far more personal mat
ter"
~ know" sunny said. u know what
H. Is! It's that sis pound l'm over
drawn. tn make it all right this week,
when Friday comes and"
81 toll you, It Is not! :" he ERid angrily,
"Sunny, viii you listen: WIN you be
quiet nOment?'
(COTINUED MONDAY
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