Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1922-05-07

Gloria was too intent upon living TO
analyze the difficulties Of which so
far she had never been conscious.
Comma omnibus is the Reilly
motto" explained Preston Darlington.
you can dance or play cards or bowl
or shoot craps. Their refreshments
resemble the days of the second en-
pire. and the Reilly wine cellar is
the last great fount Of eternal in
ebriation.'
Several hundred people had already
assembled when the Preston CARING
tons and Wayne Reynolds arrived.
Dick Reilly glowed his pleasure.
"Know'd you'd come" he doomed.
"Howdy, Missus Darlington? Cold
enough for ye? Young Reynolds
oh. yes, glad to meet ye." With
shrewd eyes he appraised tho latest
representative of the Atlantic-Pacific
Mining Company. Come along and
meet Glory"
In tho ballroom two bands of col
ored musicians exhorted to the dance.
There was no intermission. The last
dying notes of the saxophone were
caught up with blare Of triumph
by its rival en- face-and q new dance
was on. Confetti and gay-colored
paper streamers blurred the air. From
the floor Dick Reilly picked up a
dance program and handed 1t to his
guest. On one side were engraved
the orders, on the other was a deed
of sale of ten lots in the new Reilly
addition.
Dick Reilly beamed. Pretty smart.
now, amt It? Glory thought 1t up"
he doomed. 'Look-there she Is HI,
Glory"
1t was the end Of the dance. and q
dozen men, with the tactics of the
gridiron. struggled to gain the at
tention of some one completely hidden
by them from the eyes of Wayne
Reynolds.
shes there where the crowds
thickest." He made no attempt to
conceal his pride. Hi, Glory" he
beloved.
cLoWLY pathway formed between
Othe rows Of black-coated young
men and a girl emerged. Wayne
Reynolds Of Harvard and Boston felt
a quickening Of his pulses. There
was that In the beauty of Gloria
Reilly to awaken forgotten memories
of half-glimpsed loveliness of spring
and moonlight and young aspen trsas.
It contained something candid and
gay and not little imperious. Her
gown, of q soft material, had a sheen
~ mi
discretion to the slender lines OF her
body True to her Gaelic ancestry.
her hair grew smooth and black
away from a low forehead. and her
eyes were blue.
Here's young Teller come all the
way from Boston to dance with you"
called her father.
A quick flush Of protest stained FER
cheeks PA" she said, you're
awful
Wayne Reynolds caught her eye
and smiled. Hes right. you know.
May have this one?'
without waiting to argue, he
slipped his arm around her and they
moved out on to the floor. The eyes
Of Golden Dick Reilly followed them
q long time with contentment
PA never even told me your name"
she said at last; mot that It matters
when you can dance like this"
Let's get out of here, !" he urged
before nine hundred of your fellow
townsmen tromple me to death. Then
I promise to tell you everything"
She nodded, and he followed her
down the stairs. Come on. she or
dered. From the golden oak hatrack
she caught up a coat. "Its pas" she
said. There's one for you. rye got
to have q breath"
out into the night he followed her,
whore winter moon mounted into q
high, cold heaven. Against the sky
rose the great shoulder OF mountain
that shuts on the forest whore. whom
the wind blows from the north. sound
the owls Of the; coyote. Sc &.
Her cast held tightly around her.
she drew . deep breath Of the pine
fraSrxnce. q