The Washington times., 1921-03-29
By Kathleen Norris.
Author Of ~Mother." ssrhe Heart Of
Rachel.o "sisters,S and Other


Author Of ~MotAer.s 'Srhe Heart Of
Rachel.s ssisters," and Other
Fanous Stories.
RI ND then some." Dan said
She raised her eye
brows, but punished him by giving
him no answer.
"rn tell you one ching. Miss
Chesebrough." Dan added, after a
silent half-mile. His voice was
half rough, half contemptuous. ne
laughed. but there was no mirth
in the laugh. "If you were en-
gagged to me, you wouldn't go on
for a day In the woods with me.
like a couple of nice. nlddle-aged
school teachers with their knit
tingY
A little puxzled. she glanced up
at him with her self-possesseo
smile Then her eyes narrowed
with . look of affront and The
Splendid color crept from her
throat to the dark hair that fram.'d
her forehead A pulse flutt.rei m
her throat she raised her chtn
proudly and fixed her eyes upon
the street ahead of them. Bar
barian!-she thought. haughtily.
But she was routed, and fell silent
before the strange glimpse of the
male.
That night she slept in the un-
believable luxuries of the Castle.
Sidney had had an engagement
and left them when they reached
the city, and Patricia, who was
giving Beatrice a luncheon at the
club the next day. was anxious to
have a little talk with the girl
before her first real appearance.
There was a supper that almost
was Indecent In it's abundance, and
after it Patricia and the brother
and sister played bridge. The three
young people had a spirited game
, Of dummy, while maid unobtru-
,sively changed the disks on the
big photograph, and the mother
dreamed contentedly by the fire.
Later on Dan went into the ad-
Joining room and busted himself
with his player-piano. but Patricia
would not encourage this obvious
showing off" and followed Bea-
trice upstairs.
Monday is the big day at the
club. You know" she reminded the
girl, "and you'll wear your old
school tailor~made, won't you, and
no jewelsf Lot them talk. and don't
listen too attentfvely. We don't
take them seriously. you under
stand?"
BEATRICE SPEAKS OUT.
Beatrice listened haughtily.
~It's very nice Of you to take an
interest In me, Miss Cheseborough,"
she said. with resentful girlish cool
ness. at seems to mako a great
difference to mama and to Dan,
but, for my part, ! don't see that
the Pomeroys and the Throckmor-
tons are one bit better than any
body elser"
II don't know that I ever asid
they were.- Patricia answered
coldly.
"Why, who are the Bruces?~
Beatrice went on angrily; their
grandfather used to have a depart
ment store Mamma remembers 1t
very well over on East Pearl street!
And the Cheneys' uncle ran a sa-
loon-and one Of tho Pells was
mixed UP in that Terry scandal"
my dear girl, I know all that"
fact remains that they are all rich
and exclusive, and-wen. and pow
erful now. and they are societyr'
"And those are the people I am
expected to kowtow tor Beatrice
said scornfully.
Those are the people. You can
take them or leave themw
The two girls had stopped in the
dim soft light Of tho big upper hall,
and now Patricia ended her ulti-
matum with a little cynical shrug
and smile. '~They have emphasized
the good things in their various
families" she added, "and ignored
the bad, and their money has helped
them to put their best foot forward.
don't suppose there's a family in
America that couldn't make a pretty
good showing in grandfathers and
uncles, II It had the money!
"I do know that there arc real
American aristocrats in this town
for instance, there's a little seam
stress at my boarding house who
is q direct descendant of Lord Balti-
more, and that consumptive actress
who committed suicide the other
day was q Fairfax, OF Virginia!-
bat these women arc poor. and
that's enough to shut all tho doors!s
~We have money enough" Bea-
trfce muttered.
Exactly. And at thirty-hve you
can be a social leader!" Patricia as
sured her. The younger girls
cheeks dimpled. She liked the
thought
A SURE PROMISE
But how are you going to man.
ago it?" she asked doubtfuliy.
"Ah, I'll manage itr" There was
certainly in Patricia's infection. as
she nodded q good night and opened
her own door
Slowly enjoying the unwonted
luxury, she prepared for bod. The
bathroom was larger than her room
at Mrs. Rogers, gloriously hot