Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1922-12-23

guile and conspiracy of the ages. She's
Saint Cecilia or Lucrezia BOrgia
But that's not bothering my mother"
| What bothers her?'
Funny thing. We don't know who
she is. From Texas, I believe. With
some money. But why does a girl from
the United States come down to Becon
shire Heath and buy n curate's cottage
next to our place and live in n garden
and stay out of London and read lying
fiat on the grass and see nobody and
evade all questions? And the look in
her eyes! I didn't see it at first be-
cause was in funk at the eyes them
selves"
"Staring Out Over Life
"What look?" asked DeWolfe in the
hush.
Fear" said Benham.
"Fear?"
"Yes, fear. And besides there is
something about her that tells n per-
son that she is waiting-marking time
-treading understanding out over life
just like watcher on the shore
stares out across the empty sea-
MAYBE she's thinking of nm ice
cream soda
There's nothing Of that kind in
her.. the British officer replied with
positiveness. "YOur ice crcam soda and
millinery and looking glass lady, has
personality of pink color. Brena
Sclcoss is the color of freight on the
walls Of an old temple
"You might go on to say that she
gives the impression of mn Inca prin-
cess. Some dried mummy from the sands
| Of a prehistoric citadel. Bathed in some
magic liquid, her limbs expanded to the
lovely contour Of grlhood, her face
warmed with a renewed coursing of
spirited blood"
you've seen hertz exclaimed Ben
ham.
my dear fellow, I've never seen
her; but l confess that as You talk
about her I feel littlo as II I had
known her-long ago.
Benham said, 'Perhaps you could
lift the cover
He stopped suddenly.
"And I'd like to have you meet
Muriel too. She's n very decent sort Of
sister. I've a mind to give you letter
to my mother and send you over the
Channel to loaf around in flannels at
our pldcc in the country"
'I'm leaving Brest tomorrow night
on n transport. Sorry
"Oh."
"Well, I said nothing about It."
"Afraid of farewell dinners"'
Peter smiled.
"Homc," said he. Bring your sis.
ter to America. She'll probably think
it a jolly little unfinished country"
Benham clasped DeWolfe's hand and
yawned; he had seen the American COW
cred from head to foot with blood out
81 to ortn W nta
brought him in with the aid of an
artillery horse. 1t was an intimacy not
to be befouled with demonstrations.
$50 long" said DeWolfc.
He climbed down from the broken
wall of the house where the English
man had been billcted and with a nod
of farewell walked away, leaving Rem
ham perched up there-a black figure
as if cut out of black cardboard pasted
on the sunset glories of the sky line.
He walked hundred PAGES and
stopped. He looked at group Of peas
ant children bringing in fagots, but
laughing and jOstling each other as If
1t were a game. Childhood had been
untouched. In one of the little ruLble
and plaster sheds n newborn calf was
bawling, and yet in Paris. as he re-
fiected, serious men were discussing
the future of the world exactly as if
they could touch or affect its funda-
mental nature.
lie walked on. The trees trained
against the higl3 wall spread their
branches like fans, edged at the tips
with pink blossoms of new year,
symbolic of the eternal round OF prom
Use. fruit and decay.
1T goes 80 soon," said Ds\yolfe
aloud, and this voice, which spoke was
just as II soms old friend had given