The Washington herald., 1922-07-12
Continued from Yesterday.

Continued from Yesterday.
Mr.. Gilbert with true masculine
impassivity disregarded the awe he
had excited in his wife. He turned
to the two young men and triumph
antly routed them on the subject
of the weather. Richard Caramel
was called on to remember the
month of November in Kansas. No
sooner had the theme been pushed
toward him. however, than 1t was
violently fished back to be fingered
over, paved over. elongated and
generally devitalized by its spon-
sor.
The immemorial thesis that the
days somewhere were warm but the
nights very pleasant was success
fully propounded and they decided
the exact distance on an obscure
railroad between two points that
Dick had inadvertently mentioned.
Anthony fixed Mr.. Gilbert with
steady stare and went into a trance
through which, after a moment
Mrs. Gilberts smiling voice pene-
trated:
TT seems as though the cold
were damper here-it seems to eat
into my bones"
As this remark. adequately yessed.
had been on the tip of Mr.. Gill
bert's tongue, he could not be
blamed for rather abruptly chang
ing the subject.
where's Gloria?"
she ought to be here my min
ute"
Have you met my daughter
Mr-T
Haven't had the pleasure. I've
heard Dick speak of her often"
"She and Richard are cousins"
"Yes?" Anthony smiled with some
effort. He was not used to the So
ciety of his seniors, and his mouth
was stiff from superfluous cheer
fulness. 1t was such a pleasant
thought about Gloria and Dick be-
ing cousins. He managed within
the next minute to throw an agon-
lied glace at his friend.
Richard Caramel was afraid
they'd have to toddle off.
Mrs Gilbert was tremendously
sorry.
Mr. Gilbert thought it was too
bad.
Mrs. Gilbert had a further idea
something about being glad they d
come, anyhow. even if they'd only
seen an old lady way too old to
flirt with them. Anthony and Dick
evidently considered this sly
sally, for they laughed one bar in
three-four time.
Would they come again soon!
"Oh. yes"
Gloria would be awfully sorry!
"Good-by-
Smilesi
Smilesi
Bangl
Two disconsolate young men walk
ing down the tenth floor corridor OF
the Plaza in the direction of the ell
evator.
A Ladys Legs.
Behind Maury Mobiles attractive
Incidence, his iTrelevance and his
easy mockery. lay a surprising and
relentless maturity of purpose. His
intention, as he stated it in college.
had been to use three years in travel,
three years in utter leisure-and then
to become immensely rich as quickly
as possible.
His three years of travel were over.
He had accomplished the globe with
an intensity and curiosity that in any
one else would have seemed pedantic.
without redeeming spontaneity. al
most the self-editing of a human
Raedeker; but. in this case, 1t as
sumed an air of mysterious purpose
and significant design - as though
Maury Noble were some predestined
anti-Christ, urged by a preordlnatlon
to go everywhere there was to go
along the earth and to see all the
billions of humans who bred and
wept and slew each other here and
there upon it.
Back in America. he was sallying
into the search for amusement with
the same consistent absorption. He
who had never taken more than
few cocktails or a pint Of wine at
sitting, taught himself to drink as
he would have taught himself Greek
like Greek it would be the gate
way to a wealth of new sensations,
new psychic states, new reactions in
Joy or misery.
His habits were matter for ESQ
teric speculation. He had three rooms