The Washington times., 1921-03-25
sBIRTHRIGHT
A Fascinating Romance Of Society In Which
Poor Rich Girl Sponsors
Rich Poor Girl


Almost without search they fol-
lowed the half-efYaced path. II led
them leisurely upward, and stopped
where the sunlight fell warmly on
the blue. wide waters OF the dam.
AT HER FEET.
Aawide bulkhead of cement held
the waters back: there was little
spilway where they foamsd free;
for the rest. they were motionless.
sapphire. and satin smooth. The
bank rose sharply on the opposite
shore. and the reflection OF flaming
trees lay unbroken in the still
water. Patricia crossed the dam
daintily. and sat down with her
back against q great oak. She took
on her hat smoothed her hair back
with q quick motion of both hands.
and gave 2 great Sigh Of utter
happiness.
sidney fung himself at her fest.
and for . time there was no word
between them. and no SOUND. in all
the world except the smooty tumble
Of water from the dam. and the
little crack and snap and rustic of
small life in the woods. Chipmunks
ran boldly about their own Affairs.
q trout jumped. and two great blue
Jays. in mad pursuit Of q plumy-
tailed gray squirrel. curved and
swept through the low branches Of
. maple.
"Why do we think anything in
the world 10 worth while. except
"Do wey she asked dreamily.
I'VE think we dol! he answered
sombrely. I'VE get all mixed!
other things seem worth while.
Some day we'll have q cot
tage in the woods like these, Pat.
and we'll bring our breakfast
down. to the dam, or our supper
They had planned 1t so. for
years, she thought. looking half
sadly at his handsome, happy face,
his half-shut eyes.
"Do you know the Palmer mot
to, SidT'
"Great Allah! Have they q mot
to? And . coat-of-arms. of course?
Where dldsthey get them?"
RATHER A SHEER
II don't know where they got
them, my. dear. but they have
them. On Beatrice's notepaper. on
the table linen and on the linn
CUISINE. This Is the family mot
.since week before last" he In
terpolated. "Well. what is is?" he
added. as she laughed and was
silent.
TT Is Make the Way" Patricia
said,
Good motto for climbers" he
commented drily.
She laughed again.
''Good motto for anybody" shs
said. tits mine, now, Sid. / am
going to make them my way. They
want to climb into society on my
shoulders; I'm going to climb into
independence on theirs. The way
was Caponsacchi! They are my
Caponsacchi."
"Ts there 70 much money in it?'
he asked, after . silence.
'Lotsw she answered promptly.
"Do you mean that you are really
going to push that youns-youns
young camel into society. Pat?"
Exactly that"
But. my dear. what is there in It
for your"
Money" the girl answered bra
zenly.
"Well. but-my dear child!-is
money everything"
"Yes!'' she answered, smiling,
but In earnest. my dear Sid. you
know 1t is. The only people who
mako light Of money are the people
who have it."
"You flatter me!" he said dryly.
"Ah, well-you! You're different.
And even you have always had the
things money can buy, somehow"
she persiSed. women, was
thinking o. A woman has got to
have clothes and carfare and club
dues and tips, or she might as well
be deadv'
might better be dead" he agreed
mildly.
''well. Tn not deadr' the girl re-
sponded, with new spirit. "Tt 10
hard for me, Sid. It's terribly hard.
But I'd rather chaperon Pansy
Palmer than go into Uncle Pauls
faculty at $40 q month, or marry
Con Hamilton and watch him drink
himself to DEATH"
you couldn't go on as you were.
by way OF alternative?"
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