Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1922-12-16
y Are Fiappers
as Bad
as They're
Painted?
Are
yaxz.Bovs
AH Limbs
Of Satan?

that those tears were not the holy
ones of outraged dignity that Alicia
wished her to imagine them, but merely
the outburst of childish petulnnce
and anger at having been found out.
Alicia had for the moment forgotten
that Cherry had seen what she de-
scribed. Perhaps she wanted to for
get t.
"iou--you are an unnatural child, "
the b-best years of my life in bring
ing you up--g.g giving you everything
in the world to make you h-happy
D-did mt l slave for you all to
M -make place for you in the world !:
. Was it my fault that your
father failed? And now you turn
against me you to whom I've
never denied anything that you
wanted--you. who did ns you pleased
without question who still do ns
You please
She sat suddenly upright. leaning
, upon one arm. her hystcria concentrate :
ing anew in reckless abandon Of fury.
You. What right have you to q,ies-
tion mc-for my harmless pleasures -
she went Onto put n disgusting mo-
tive to n moment of mistaken meaning
YOU who visit mems apartments at
night
"Muzzy"'
1t was Chprrys turn to be startled.
She had fallen back n pace against the
mantel staring pallidly at the unnervcd
woman who faccd her with this accusa-
tion.
"Muzzy! Hush! Stop"
"Wcll--you see know"
she cried Shrilly David Sangrce. Why
YOU chose him Of all men to visit, God
Knows
"Muzzy. Hush: Stop. Do you
hear"
Alicia stared at her for n moment
and then bent her head.
The instincts of good breeding came
to each of them at the same moment.
warned them Of the brutality of their
meanings. Neither spoke for n moment.
Alicia hid her face in her handkerchief,
sobbng again. Cherry stared at her,
dry eyed, breathing hard. but deathly
quiet.
"Who told you this:" Cherry asked
at last.
There was no reply and she repeat ted
the question.
WHO told you this? Mr.. Chiches.
ter?" " "''
"No--ycs."
"Whcn?"
'' night. didn't believe it. I de-
tended YOU But YOU were seen by
friends of his.
ITS quite true. 7 did visit David
Sangrecs room at night.
on"
"You can impute n rotten motive if
YOU like" Cherry said, and smiled as
the thought of David came to her.
only you don't know David Sangrec."
Alicia Strengthened. still dabbing at
her eyes. Sh" looked her age now, for
the most of her youth was on her hand.
kcrchict. Her face was haggard nnd
notified with tears.
only know that people arc talk
ing she said. Her tones were still
cold--resentful. "It was n terrible
thing for. decent girl to do-whatever
your motive.'
'.herrys reply was obvious, but she
made none. She only turned away from
her mother and leaned with her elbow,
upon tn" mantel. her lips compressed.
Inc conversation had passed the bounds
OF understanding-of d,cency. She
heard the rustic OF Alicin's silk under.
SKIRT ms She rose. gave reply TO her
formal good night" and listened TO
hcr footsteps as she climbed the stairs.
For a long while Cherry stood there,
ll"r eyes closed. trying to think Then,
turning ont the sputtering gaslight,
went heavily up the dark stairway to
her room. Her mother md
J0hn Chichester. She wouldn't believe
II she couldn't. There was
hut one thing for which she could bc
thankful-that her father had not heard
\ or seen.
Continued on Monday