Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1921-03-01
THE 2AILY NOVELETTE,
When Greek Met Greek
BY CHRISTINE HAYES

always knew" wrote Emily, ~
would be fun to refuse proposals, and
nsonm HIN !, commented Aunt Sarah
sounds quite wholesome"
Aunt. Dorrie said nothing, but later
to Emily she wrote:
The game of hearts Ia dangerous
game, dear, and one cant go on win
., ming always. Besides, are you quite
sure you're playing fair? In that game
ful, Emmy
Emily, reading laughed outright.
Dear, square old Aunt Dorrie making
out the rules for the game OF hearts
She, Emily was much better qualified
for the role of Hoyle than Aunt Dor
| rie.
Not long out Of school. Emily was
| haVing her first taste of social gayety
health, wealth and beauty are good
cards, and she played them like vet
eran. But always, with a laugh, she
scattered her winnings to the four
winds. There Had been Walle Johns,
Allan Still, Jimmy Dorr, Frank Cramer,
Grover Vance and so on through long
| list.
Don't you worry. Auntie dear! 1t
did not hurt them one single bit.
| They're all as vain as can be, and they
| Just need to be taken down little" she
wrote.
Bless your heart. child. it's you I am
| worrying about OF course It won't
hurt them. It's the effect on you.
Youth is never really insincere or cyni.
pretends too long, the insincerity and
| cynlCism become facts. and what un-
lovely qualities they are. Besides, you
| aren't-playing fair and the little gods
| Of compensation will get you If you
| don't watch out"
But | cant help it II they will be so
silly" walled Emily, in violet ink on
lavender paper.
"oh, can't you?" Aunt Dorrle's brief
reply, was of deceptive mihness,
don't say nobody told you fire was hot"
Emily did not waste much time in
pondering this advice. What a little
| preacher Aunt DOrrie Is - she scored,
smiling, and went TO put on her prettiest
gown, the better to fatter Jack into the
belief that she cared for him.
That evening the fates provided fresh
| fodder for Emilys guns. A stranger
arrived at the small southern resort
where she was stopping-.,- avery pre-
possessing stranger Emily, meeting his
eyes, decided that the game of hearts
was even more thrilling than she had
supposed And 80 1t proved Motoring
bathing, golhng, walking and sailing
followed, with Martin shore most at
tentive. Emily played her cards with
renewed interest, then with extreme
care, and finally with desperate skill
For the first time 1t really mattered
that she win. She must win She was
convinced that she would never care
for any one as she cared for Martin
Shore
The season drew to q close. and
Emilys host and hostess, the Shack
fords, were planning to leave the next
day. She chose white for the dance
that night---a wise choice, for no one
else wore It; and with Martins white
violets she stood out as lovely as a
young saint against a background OF
black and brilliant color.
Martin danced oil the evening with
her. His dark eyes glowed apprecia-
ton. and Emily's shallow, callous little
heart was stirred to what depths II had
They slipped out into the court and sat
by the fountain In the moonlight. She
that the moonlight enhanced her love-
illness. Martin talked on, tenderly. but
always lightly. Emily found herself
unable to speak, but apparently he did
not notice When she arose to go he
did not protest For the first time fear
frightened in the little tritlers throat
In the morning Martin came to the
train to see her Off, with flowers and
| bonbons.
perhaps came faint hope to
| Emily.
Through the hurt of it all she realized
| vaguely that he was saying something
about the pleasure her society had given
| him-"delghtful memorIcs'-but with
n inality that gave her no opportunity
to suggest continued acquaintance.
| Board :" And again " Bo-o-ard -
She thrust her hand out of the open
car window Martin kissed 1t grace
fully, giving Emily long look and,
what hurt most of all. in his eyes there
| lurked hint Of laughter,
| The train moved out
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