The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1921-02-04
PART l..
Moral EmbIems.

hight up and down, broad of Shout
and narrow Of nip, sandy-haired,
ie-eyed, nose slightly appended and
caring a saddle of faint freckles,
can shaven, well groomed, very cor
city dressed, and twenty-six years
Id. Let it be added that his eyes
Iere placed just far enough apart to
lamp him forever honest; he had an
bpen and most ,prepossessing coun-
enanee.
At the moment of the start of this
|apid yarn, he was standing in the
Fan Telliers' library, looking down in
aimed and flushed surprise at Miss
ladge Van T., who was sitting in
huge leathern chair half facing the
Ire in the open CRATE, one leg very
much under her, the other waving a
Satin-and-silk combination of foot and
ankle in distracting accompaniment to
her disturbing speech.
Bobby" said Miss Van T., ''you are
darned good-looking; you're strong,
straight, and a gentleman; there are
times when you are wholly adorable,
but nevertheless I'm not going to
the show with you tonight, or to the
opera tomorrow, or anywhere any
/ more. There, there, dear boy; you
don't have to say anything. You have
one of those faces that is absolutely
beyond the aid of a vocal organ. 1t
says everything that is in. your heart
of gold before your brain has time to
ltinkle bell"
''Look here, Madge," said the panied
DMr. Randolph: "are you making fun
Aof my face or of my brain or Of
! both?"
my DEAR" said Miss Van T. quite
gravely, 'Tm not making fun of you in
any way whatsoever. I'm merely tell
ing you how lovable you are, so that
you will understand how serious 1t is
when say that I've decided not to
Rove you any more"
"B-but how can you help it?" STAN
mered Mr. Randolph, his tongue for
once saying the same thing as his face
at the same time.
Miss Van It's breast f1uttered as
though rising against it's mistress to
the defense of this disingenuous young
man, and she was obliged to swerve
her eyes from his and draw long
breath before she answered.
81 can, because WILL" she said, her
face paling. "Oh, Bobby, can't you
wake up? Look round you and come
to earth. You are born and bred on
Manhattan, yet you've never seen New
York"
II guess you're right" said Bobby
thoughtfully. "Look here, Madge: why
should try to see New York, and
why should we be talking ash-cans
when I've got you to look at in one of
bits of dress goods that ever revealed
completely adorable person? Tell
me that"
WELL" said Madge, her face hard
ening, II will. It's long story, not in
words but in generations. The Van
Telliers have lived in East Ninth
street since the year one of the island.
That is, they used to live here; now
they hardly exist They are merely an
assorted lot of animated corpses that
crawl out of their tomb periodically to
take strange air, leaning on a rotten
stave called the old Order Listen to
this, Bobby: The new New York is a
fever. and I've caught it. want a
rainy-day car, a calling-car, and q
touring car; want dresses that will
stab with envy the heart of every
woman that looks at them; want my
Jewels to run to size and quality, and
want yacht just for the papers to
the smelly things"
Bobby's eyes had grown rounder
and wider as the list progressed.
"Do you think you could get along
on hundred thousand i year% he
asked very softly.
81 don't know" she said slowly.
tive been going into the subject
rather thoroughly, and hundred thou
sand would dbe running it on a pretty
close margin. BY the way. just what
Is your allowance under that crazy
will?"
"Ten thousand" said Bobby.
"Well," said Miss Van T., "there you
are! Just enough to keep you COM
fortabIy in debt, and you want to
marry me on it 1t wouldn't be quite
so out Of the question If you knew you
We're going to have 1t forever. but you
don't 1t may be cut Off"
"Any day." said Bobby promptly.
''It isn't likely, after all these years.
but 1t may"
.Weil, there you are" Miss Van T.
repeated herself. I'm not altogether
a pig. Bobby. Ten thousand with you
thrown in is enough to make any
woman think three times. but the
truth is you have been killed by too
little and too much kindness. II you
had never gone aner for q dis