Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1922-12-02

that. You daren't deny it. Call i,
fury. call it passion. II you want to.
Whatever it is--it's big enough to make
us two of kind, you and me. Some
/ tim"sSyou hate me---but you stick 70
me through thick and thin. when your
friends won't have me. guess I hate
you too often for the fool
you make Of M. But I'd fight for you
until dropped. He'll. And then you
wonder that m worked UP when hear
about YOU talking about marrying n
thing like Jnrn thichester."
She was more disturbed than she let
Lin be awar" "f. With his primitive
instincts h" had probcd deep. Some
whore she had heard the words "scX
an,asonism," Sh" didn't in the least
know what it meant. but this speech
Of Bruce townu's seemed to make lts
meaning clearer. David Sangrce had
once told her of tribe of Maoris
among whom the wooer had to fight
the girl OF his choice for possession
Cherry had only made some frivolous
comment in reply. But now curiously
the story cam" back To her. Could the
merely physical be eliminated from her
thoughts Of Bruce Cowan! How much
would he have figured in her thoughts
without his strength and beauty?
She made no reply at once, but he
knew from her silence that he had
made her think Of him as he wished.
She could hate him if she liked or
low" him II she chose. bu, she wouldn' t
think of him with Indifference.
"lou're a Brute"
"Well?" he asked at last.
you're BRUTE she said calmly.
lie only laughed at her.
Because I'm the only one you know
who darcs 70 speak the truth"
"No. Because you're the only one
I know who has ever inSulted me-"
"Oh. say. You don't mean that"
Your brute" she repeated.
"No," he said. but II I am, IT'S
because you like me 500
She glanced at him furiously and
Was this all that she could make Of
n man: Fury--and he had dared 70 say
it---passion. Was this the deep that
called from her nature to his--his to
hers: She covered inwardly. cropping
among gcntlsr instincts for the shreds
Of her self f-CStcem, recovered them one
by one and turned TO him.
II think think that hate you.
Bruce" she said quietly.
'Good.' he growl"d. And I love
you better than anything in the world
Except your>cf.'
Except nobody. ! want you,
Cherry"
She had TO admit that his philosophy.
II rugged, was ut least consistent.
There was II decper--more sonorous
note in his voice too which she reCog-
nized.
They had reached the corner Of the
avenue and Cherry stopped.
Good by. Brure.' she said calmly.
Ee took her hnnd and held it.
when shall | see you again:'
"Ncv"r"
'!ll b" waiting when you come out"
Il wont come out
She struggled to release her hand,
bur he held il firmly. ''Plense, Cherry.
live got I" 81" you. What time will
you come out: At five! At six: III
wait"
"Rruco," she said. struggling,
you re making me conspicuous
what tilnei" he persisted.
Just 10 quarrel ngain:'
No. To make up
''I.'t me- CO."
"Answcr me-
"NO"
She broke away from him and ran,
Unpaid Bills
Meanwhile affairs at the Molun house
wer" falling into hopeless stat" Of
confusion. Bob Mohun. inheriting some
of his mothers lip wisdom. was talking
u great deal about what ho was going
10 do and accomplishing little. Indeed
As Cherry soon discovered, instead Of
searching for u position he preferred,
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