Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1921-08-24
--,,,e BEGINS THE STORY

ibrSs o.L III nm fhe estate of Jond.
uC~ WoGuire. He has charge
em IAN of men tohose duty "
pVrp II that no stranger op-
M ths house bp night or by
Ifec0", dinner gipen IN honor OF
IN. ~.1rai Of Peogp Mcclure. dough-
yonafhan X, Beth Cameron
IN ~ 0,,;fui oirl icing IN the neigh
yS yooS helps her aunt, the house
sesoo' q, ddishino up, and ioh'te
~" stranger, pho has mdnd0ed
MTe tbe guards, sees the house
Ioo ond friohtens her badly: NC
hsPo 4. fersrishlp ercited, aud Peter
Sis lin TO calm himself
AND HERE 1T CONTINUES
l,r,M AFRAID you make him very
III unhappy" he ventured'
.rs.t,s ais lookout" she finished.
p.,,r was taking a great delight III
\ .,.Ains her profile, the blue eyes
Is.aorsd under the mass of her hair'
- ..,hu deeply set and thoughtful In
.sose the straight nose, the rather
Il underlip ending in precipito"s
.boye her chin. He liked that chin.
~ was courage there and strength,
rM.n.d nj once by the curve OF the
.., flowing to where It joined the
deem breast. Yesterday she had
.d like a boy. Today she was a
Lsusn crown, feminine in every grace"
!, contormation, on tiptoe at the very
Iwge Of life.
prt there was no "flappcr" here.
|U,st she lacked in culture was made
rsanement. He had felt that yes
.,dav-the day before. She belonged
L..rhsre And yet to Peter It would
ksys seemed pity to have changed her
I sny particular. Her lips, were now
,vn In firm line and her brows bore
curious frown. TIL.
You don't mind my calling you
Ip.th. do your
Hhe flashed a glance at him: =.
That's what everybody calls me-
envy name 10 Petor.' -.
'Tes, I know And then That
FUNNY
.'You look as IL your name ought to
i|k Algernon. ,,
"Oh. / don't know. It's the name OF
man IN A book read-nn English =
msn You're English, you said.'
IIIolf English" said Peter.
.What's the other half?"
~Rnssinn," He knew that he ought
|to BE- lying to her. but somehow he
|eouldu't, ~ =,
HRussian! I thought Russians NIL
nd long hair and carried bombs"
I "sone Of 'em do. I'm not that kind.
In. half Of me that's English Is the
Hwest half. and the safest
I'm glad Of TINT. I'd hate TO think
X you as bein' Bolshevik.
"H.m. So would IT,
'sBut Russia's where you get your
uusic from, isn't It? The band leader
4 Glassboro is q Russians He can play
very instrument. did you learn music
b Russia7"
Beth was now treading dangerous
round and 80 1t was time to turn the
Fables.
eyes, a little" he said, 'but music
has no nationality. Or why would
fnd voice like yours out here?'
'Twenty miles from nowhere" she
|addcd mornfully.
"How did you come here. Beth
Would you mind telling me? You
weren't born here, were you? How
I'D you happen to come to BLACK
Hock?"
Gust bad luck. I guess, Nobody'G q
ever come to Black Rock just because
they want to. We just came. That's
|an."
"Just you and Aunt Tillie? Is your
hther dead?" he asked.
She closed her eyes moment and
men claspcd her knees again.
" don't like to talk about family
Aatters.'
"0h, L"
And then, gently, she added:
y never talk about them to any
"oh, I'm sorry" said Peter, aware
II the undercurrent of sadness in her
roics, II didn't know that there was
anything painful to you-"
II didn't know It myself, until you
played 1t To me. just now, the piece
with the sad, low voices, under the
melody. 1t was like somebody dead
peakin' to me. I can't talk about the
things ! feel like that"
liking"
he laid his fingers softly over hers.
ne withdrew her hand quickly. but the
locE that she turned him found his face
rk ,tk
psthy. And then with a swift incon-
equentfal impulse born Of Peters re-
antation--
II don't s'pose there's any reason
H l shouldn't tell you," she said
more e2aly. Everybody around here
a9ws about me-about US. Aunt Tillie
sd haven't lived here always. She
0Fenght me here when was a child" "
one paused again and Peter remained
Ilent, watching her intently. AS she
yhhced up at him, something In the
0pfession Of his face gave her courage
- 70 on.
Fathers dead. His name was Ber
cameron. He came of nice people, y
ne ieltered. "But he--he was no good
We lived up near New Lisbon. He uset
get drunk on Jersey llghtnin' ant
~ loose. He was all right between
Wniles-farmin'--but whisky made him
Sasy, and fhen-then he would CONE
aoms and beat US up"
Horrible! |"
IL was, I was too little to know
ush, but Aunt Titles husband cam,
nst and there was a terrible fight
onsie VIII was hurt-hurt so bad-cut
MM knlfe-that he never was th,
ne again. And my-my father went
y sursing us all. Then my mother
SI,uncle Will, too-and Aunt Till,
c ! came down here to live. That,
y. ~ Not much to be proud Of" she fin
retsr was silent. It was narrowing
u'a story of primitive passion. II,
very sorry FOR her.
os1n made an abrupt graceful move
OF an arm across her brows, a.
AV"n to wipo out the memory.
cont know why I've told you,'