Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1922-09-13
CHAPTER I

VIZ which gave him somewhat tne
H.,a cf having swallowed crabapple
~ - cot It only part way down. pro-
nu ,maed above his low collar. 49,
"Heaven and earth, ss'ts the oass,
\, Edwin Goodno. OF :he meat mar,
ana .n .n' fnlI--" His chin. large
ii'aa aOsbv buried itself deep; his eyes
nu clmei on the music sheet in his
|snS. s,SS s'"'' '' wv ..n ;.
"Are full. are full. are full sang
Ee Cn,oniel house on the Ridgely road
wv .ong with her eyes turned up. and
ne ~ S rcoched g fat she lifted herself
h hsr toes. "Of the majesty of Thy
Bory."
,r,il NOW. and all together
Thc choir room in the parish house
.a"nded 10 the twenty voices of the
o;s The choirmaster Mt the piano
\ y. .,me with his head. Earnest and
i.rt thev filled the building with
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r,,zabeth Wheeler liked choir prac-
4 ,.s' She liked the way In which. after
different parts had been run
heeo,Sh the voices finally blended into
.'menv and beauty. She liked the
~aii sense Of achievement 1t gave her.
nj NJ being part. on Sundays. Of
service. She liked the feeling.
hsn she put on the black cassock and
,hite surplicc and the small round vel
,t can. OF having placed In her locker
H. things Of this world, such MS rose
nored hat and n blue georgette frock.
md Of being stripped, as it were. for
aspirations.
IAt fuch times she had vague dreams
rcnuncaton. s he saw herself clois-
ered In some quiet spot, withdrawn
/, @ srs LONG yistas Of pillars and Gothic.
riches. after n photograph in the living
oom Mt home. and n great organ some
Eherc. playing. \.
She would 20 home from >church.
however. clad iu the rose -colored hat
nd the blue georgette frock, and eat
healthy Sunday luncheon; and by 2
- k'clock in the afternoon, when tho fam
N sent and Jim had gone to the coun-
by club. her dreams were quite likely
be entirely different. Generally
peaking. they had TO do with lovc--ro-
nantc, unclouded young love. dramatic
ny because 1t was love, and very
happy.
sometimes. pernnnS. some one would
rcme and say he loved her. That was
hll That was at once the beginning
Ind the end. Her dreams led up 20 that
handcasp did they pass that wall.
So she sat I'm the choir room and
waited her turn.
"Atos little stronger. please
"Of til" majesty: of the majesty. Of
te majesty. Of Thy gl-o-Ory,' sang
llIzabeth And was at once nun and
principal in IL sentimental dream Of
What appeared 70 the eye was n small
md rather ethereal figure with sleek
I kown hair and wistful eyes nice eyes.
no particular color. Pretty with the
kauty Of youth. sensitive and thought
MI. infinitely loyal and capable of suf-
bring and not otherwise extraordinary
MAS Elizabeth Wheeler in her plain
wooden chair. A figure suggestive of no
drama and certainly Of no tragedy. its
latitude eypectant and waiting. with
youth at twenty. when all of life lies
ahead and every tomorrow may hold
pme great adventure.
Clare Rossiter walked home that
hight with Elizabeth. She was tall
Eith calculated coquetry j. her
lothes.
"Do you mind going a.,....' the
block" she asked. "By Station
Ltreet?' There was something furtive
and yet candid in her voice, and Eliza
beth glanced at her.
,.r "All I.n;i r;sht; b, o.. But it's out of your
YES. i You re so funny Eliza
beth It's hard to talk to you. But
Hve got to talk to somebody. | go
get"
by Station street? Why?"
II should think you could guess
She saw that Glare desired to be
qes'ioned, and at the same time she
pit great distaste for the threatened
pntd'nce. She loathed arm-in arm
onlldcnccs. the indecency Of dragging
and exposing, in whispers. things
nat should have been buried deep in
sticence. She hesitated and Clare Slip
ed mn arm through hers.
You don't know, then. do you?
sometimes | think one must know.
point"
' Noh''SSAoi, naive anu SuuulcleSs,
,nd yet somehow not without q certain
ssnlty, flowed on. She was mad about
W. Dick Livingstone. Goodness knew
WY, for he never looked at her. She
pight be the dirt under his feet for all
knew. She trcmbled when she met
ilm IN the street, and sometimes he
GUSAed past her and never saw her. She
Fiah sleep well any more.
Elizabeth listened in great discom-
Ior' She did not see In Clare's hope
sS passion the joy Of the fagellant,
the self decentralization of a neurotic |
sni. She saw herself unwillingly forced
peer into the sentimental windows
IN, Siare's soul, and there to see DR..
.re ma Livingstone, an unconscious oc-
Ipant. But she had certain fugt.
lve sense of guilt, also. Formless as
~. ~. creams had been, vague and shy,
Iey mad nevertheless centered about |
Tms one who should be tall, like Dick |
sMinhgstone, and alternately grave,
~a!ch was his professional manner. and |
n.y., n.y., which was his manner when it
sorIs nnsa out to be only a cold, and he |
GsntaK GS~a taKe few minutes to be himself. |
s".nefally s"ms speaking. they conferred about |
Stow one who resembled Dick Living
insa, isae, out who did not, as did DR.. Liv-
frisb.nne assume at times an air of
,Sn.iul ,ss.n maturity and pretend that in
Iis Eiats D. gone by he had dandled her on
,,,,S sometimes think he positively
~ tbt"Gs me- Glare walled. There's
n, mouse, Elizabeth. Do you mind
spptmns pms moment? He must be in
',f fpnre now. The lights burning"
h,,s " wish you wouldn't, Glare. He'd
'sss 10 1t if he knew"
hvaS pug moved on and Clare slowly fol-
n Jsl ,0i,. her; The Rossiter girls flow
Sona,St m,t nad suddenly stopped. She was
"Ts"alni "TnaLn and impulsively suspicious.