The Washington herald., 1922-08-02
Continued from Yesterday.

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At present no such analysis was
possible to Anthony. His clarity
OF mind. all those endless resources
which he thought his irony had
brought him were swept aside. Not
only for that night but for the days
and weeks that followed his books
were to be but furniture and his
friends only people who lived and
walked in a ntbplous outer world
from which he was trying to escape
that world was cold and full Of
bleak wind, and for a little while
he had seen into a warm house
where fires shone.
About midnight he began to,
realize that he was hungry. He
went down into Fifty-second Street.
where IL was so cold that he could
scarcely see; the moisture froze
on his lashes and In the cor
ners of his lips. Everywhtre
dreariness had come down from
the north. settling upon the thin
and cheerless street, where black
bundled figures blacker still against
the night. moved stumbling along
the sidewalk through the shrieking
wind, sliding their feet cautiously
ahead as though they were on skis.
Anthony turned over toward Sixth
avenue, so absorbed in his thoughts
as not to notice that several pass
ers-by had stared at him. His
.overcoat was wide open and the
wind was biting in. hard and full
of merciless death. After
while a waitress spoke to him, a
fat waitress with black-rimmed
eyeglasses from which dangled a
long black cord.
order. pleaser
Her voice. he considered. was un-
necessarily loud He looked up re-
sentfully.
You wanna order or doncha?"
'Of course" he protested.
well. 1 asst you three times.
This amt no rest room"
He glanced at the big clock and
discovered with a start that II was
after 2. He was down around
Thirtieth street somewhere, and
after a moment he found and trans
lated the
S.TIIHO
in a white semicircle of letters upon
the glass frone The place was in
habited sparsely by three or four
bleak and half-frozen night-hawks.
Give me some bacon and eggs
and coffee. please"
The waitress bent upon him a
last disgusted glance and. looking
ludicrously intellectual in her cord
ed glasses. hurried away.
God! Gloria's kisses had been
such flowers. He remembered as
though it had been years ago the
low freshness of her voice, the
beautiful lines of her body shining
through her clothes. her face lily
colored under the lamps of the
-street-under the lamps.
Misery struck at him again. pill
ing a sort of terror upon the ache
and yearning. He had lost her. It
was true-f1o denying II, no soften
ing it. But a new idea had scared
his sky-what of Bloeckman,
What would happen now? There
was a wealthy man, middle-aged
enough to be tolerant with a beau
tiful wife, to baby her whims and
indulge her unreason. to wear her
as she perhaps wished to be worn
a bright flower in his button-hole.
safe and secure from the things
she feared. He felt that she had
been playing with the idea of mar
rying Bloeckman. and il was well
possible that this disappointment
in Anthony might throw her on
sudden impulse into Bloeckman's
arms
The idea drove him ch'ldishly
frantic. He wanted to kill Bloeck-
man and make him suffer for his
: aideous presumption, He was say
'ng this over and over to himself
with his teeth tight shut and
perfect orgy of hate and fright in
his eyes.
But behind this obscene jeaI-