Evening star., 1921-09-25

Morley Smith had meant. 1t paused
before the second house.
els this the house, SIR, Henry
asked.
NO matter" said Morley Smith,
and looked up at the house oe1ore
which fate had landed him. 1t was
bors on either side, except that IN
some places the Clipped brownstone
had not been repaired. There was
q mat on the stoop with the house
number woven in red. There were
flowers behind the curtains in the
well-known cards - food conserva-
tion, Red Cross and liberty loan.
From second-story window an
American flag hung fat against the
house, considerably faded. and from
short staff above the door a serv,
new, futtered. Morley Smith mount
ed the steps and pushed the bell
There was wait, but not long
one, and q maid arpeared.
"If you will Just step into the
drawing room, sir" she said, Mrs.
Tuilerville will be down Immediately.
She Is not quite ready, sir
Morley Smith walked into the
drawing room.
The room opened into the hall
through an arched doorway, heavily
edged with holdings. The room it
self was quite long and at the far
end opened through a similar arch
into smaller room. Neither the
drawing room nor the room behind
it Gn other days known as the back
parlor) suggested in any way the
avenue that was SO near. 1t sug-
once been fashionable but that had
once been fashionable but that had
ct T.
ture of another day. Near the door
into the back parlor was a huge.
old-fashioned divan with an old
fashioned, tall piano lamp standing
at it's end. and in one corner of the
divan sat a woman, her back to Nor
and had chosen this position to get
the best light, perhaps. She did not
look UP as Morley Smith entered.
although she must have heard him.
' Morley Smith seated himself and
waited. The young woman turned a
she looked over her shoulder. and in
the full glare of the light Morley
Smith saw her face distinctly. In an
instant he was out of his chair and
hurrying toward her, both his hands
extended.
Coral" he exclaimed. my word!
Well. you dear old thing"
The girl dropped her book and
arose. a smile of baffied memory on
ner face. She took a step toward him,
holding out her hand. puzzled and
trying to remember him. His eager
greeting left no doubt in her mind
that this was some one she knew or
had known well.
Well" she exclaimed. but he sa "
the questioning in her eyes.
Il say. you don't remember me,
what?" he cried. "Morley-old Nor
ley? Morley Smith. you know.
Why. of course" she said. al
least. But how in the world did
! you ever know I was here? And
where have you been all this long
time? The idea, meeting you here!
I've Just this minute been reading
this book. The Chilled Heart have
you read it? BY Palsworthy. I do
adore him. The manner In which
he fathoms the human, heart! So
| deep and SO true? Just hear me talk
read it somewhere. or heard it at
a club. That's why we are here. but
! I expect you know all about that, or
you would not have hunted US up"
"Ah. Just go" said Morley Smith.
! full tide Of speech, pouring out her
words at tremendous speed. inter-
jecting little laughs and throwing in
an "Oh! or q Say" now and then
. as she leaped from one topic to an
divan again. without pausing in her
| rush Of words. and Morley Smith
seated himself in a chair. much as
he had In the old days when Cora
was too full Of things that must be
!, said to take time to ask him to be
1 seated.
| II Il
CHE was q wonderful talker-.won-
derfull Morley Smith felt the same
brain strain he had felt in the old
years, his poor head three laps be-
hind in the effort to keep pace with
Cora's talk. If anything, Cora had
speeded up since he had seen and
heard her last, and II anything. he
was slower and less alert. He found
himself missing whole topics as she
rushed over them, and not yet fully
grasping what she had said about
| topic before last. Morley Smith had
| q feeling that very soon his head
was going to begin aching fright