The Washington herald., 1922-07-11
Cortinsed from Yesterdoy.

Continsed from YesteTdot.
Richard Carameps face, Anthony
saw. was now quite normal. The
brow and cheeks were Of flesh
color, the nose politely inconspicu-
Gus. He had fixed his aunt with the
bright-yellow eye. giving her that
acute attention that young males are
accustomed to render to all females
who are Of no further value.
Are you a writer, too, Mr.. Pats!
Well, perhaps we can all
,ask in Richards fame."-Gentle
laughter led by Mrs. Gilbert.
"Gloria's out" she said, with an
air of laying down an axiom from
which she would proceed to drive
results She's dancing somewhere.
Gloria goes, goes, goes. tell her
I don't see how she stands It. She
dances all afternoon and all night,
1ntil 1 think she's going to wear
herself to a shadow. Her father Is
very worried about her"
She smiled from one to the other.
they both smiled.
She was composed. Anthony per-
.eived, of a succession of semicir-
.les and parabolas, like those fig
ures that gifted folk make on the
thighs and ankles were in a bewil-
dering tier of roundnesses. Well
ordered and clean she was, with
hair OF an artificially rich gray;
aer large face sheltered weather
peaten blue eyes and was adorned
with Just the faintest white mus
tache-
II always say" she remarked TO
Anthony that Richard is an an
.ient soul"
In the tense pause that followed
Anthony considered a pun-some'
hing about Dick having been much
walked upon.
We all have souls OF different
ages" continued Mrs. Gilbert ra
1iantly; at least that's what
Iay."
Perhaps So" agreed Anthon!
With an air OF quickening to q
hopeful idea. The voice bubblec
IN:
Gloria has a very young soul
Irresponsible. as much as anything
Use. She has no sense OF respon
ibility."
shes sparkling. Aunt Gather
SHE Rtoba Ta Tpatz zpleasantlY. Il
Well" confessed Mrs. Gilber'
all 1 know is that she goes an,
;oes and goes"
The number Of goings to Gloria
iiscredit was lost in the rattle o
he doorknob as II turned to admi
DR.. Gilbert.
He was a short man with a mus
tache resting like a small whit
loud beneath his undistinguisheC
nose. He had reached the stag,
IL.
.ure was a black and imponderablt
negative. His ideas were the popu.
ar delusions of twenty years be.
ere; his mind steered a wabbly
md anemic course in the wake Of
he daily newspaper editorials. Al.
:er graduating from a small but
errifying Western university, he
lad entered the celIuloid business
md as this required only the mi
lute measure of intelligence he
brought to II, he did well for sew
raj years-in fact until about 1911
when he began exchanging con-
racts for vague agreements with
he movinE-picture industry. The
noving-picture industry had de-
,ided about 1919 to gobble him up
ind at this time he was, so to
speak. delicately balanced on its
-ongue. Meanwhile he was super
Eising manager Of the Associated
hid-Westerp Film Materials Com
oany, spending six months of each
rear in New York and the remain
Ter in Kansas City and ST. Louis.
he felt credulously that there was
good thing coming to him-and
his wife thought so. and his daugh-
:er thought so. too.
He disapproved of Gloria she
itayed out late. she never ate her
meals, she was always in a mix
Ip-he had irritated her once and
she had used toward him words
hat he had not thought were part
II her vocabulary. His wife was
.asier. After fifteen years of in
:essant guerrilla warfare he had
conquered her-it was a war of
nuddled optimism against organ
zed dullness. and something in the