The Washington times., 1921-03-28
By Kathleen Norris.
Author Of "Mother," 1The Heart of
Rachel,- "Sisters" and Other
FannOus Stories.


Famous Stories
YYE had kissed her often enough
n in the carefree first days
4 i of their engagement. seven
or eight years ago, but he did not
often do so now, and to Patricia
this unexpected and almost grave
embrace was full of a new and
wonderful significance.
The whole happy day, with its
talk OF new plans, its laughter and
its silences. seemed momentous.
and this exquisite instant the seal
set upon 1t.
She linked her hand in his as
they came down past the farm and
cut across the old cemetery that
lay sleeping in the level lines of
sunset light. They were climbing
the old wall by way of an exit
when they first saw an immense
car, standing by the fence. in the
road below. In the car were the
three Palmers.
Sidney, magnificent, tanned, quite
at ease in his old clothes, strode
forward to greet them; Patricia
kept her place on the fence. smii-
ing under her gypsy hat, until Dan
left the wheel to help her down.
Then she went back to take her
place beside him, while Sidney was
ftted in between the pleasantly
fiuttered mother and daughter in
the tonneau.
THE PALMERs ARE THERE.
"I don't want you to think We
were spying on you" Dan said
clumsily to Patricia, as the laugh
ter of Beatrice and Sidney promct-
ly began behind them. 1--WE come
over here quite often to visit my
fathers grave-mother likes it,"
why should I think you were
spying on me?" Patricia asked,
widening her lovely eyes. "In my
world a gentleman does not spy
upon a lady, nor does a lady sus-
pect him of it," her manner added.
Dan flushed uncomfortably and
made no answer aloud, as he watch
cd the rough. descending road. To
himself he said savagely that he
was a fool. 1--WE were picnicking up
by the old dam" Patricia vouch-
safed. "Have you ever been there?"
He gave her a sidelong look, lost
his head completely, cleared his
throat
Ill" he said in. confusion.
~But I didn't hear you"
Pleasantly she repeated her ques-
ton. The processes by which men
fell in love with her were familiar
to Patricia Chesebrough. She knew
by this time that Dan was acutely
wretched in her company, and yet
never for one moment happy when
he was out of her sight. His man
ner was unnatural when he spoke
to her, his voice thick and strained.
The simplest greeting as he passed
her on the stairway Of his own
house would make him break into
violent perspiration; he felt himself
= blundering yokel when she turned
upon him her amused and family
questioning smile. He speculated
about her necessarily in his own
thoughts.
Dan had been taught from baby
hod that his money was invinei-
BILE, his passport to whatever he
desired in life. But college, and
the humiliating experience Of the
last year or two in Deerbridge had
taught him better.
He had taken refuge in bragga-
docio, he had staggered and blus-
tered, tipping extravagantly, in
duling in all sorts of display and
ostentiation, and noisily assuring
his own set that he thought Deer
bridge joke; it was a jay town
full of buffers and snobs.
A DIFFERENT SORT.
His friends were chiefly found in
young married set, loud-voiced
young women who could run their
cars, dance all night, drink like
men and play good game Of
poker. They had great many
jokes, and spent a great deal of
money, but they were not the sort
of women with whom Dan wished
to see his sister intimate, nor the
sort of jokes he would have cared
to have her hear,
Hence She summons to Patricia,
the unknown whom he had char
acterized as a snob and toady,
before he saw her. Since that mo-
ment his life had been completely
upset. 1T had taken him only a