Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1922-11-23
WHO'S WHO I'M THE STORY

IChEHHY MOHUN, Wpsto.00t0 0eVts
rich and charming, at once srritated
and attracted BY
DAVID SANGREE, young American
ethnologist and scdr Veteron, amazed
| bv changes In manners and cWstoWs
brought out BY the !car; but inter.
are inrested Uith her father,
jim MOHUN, q sell. made financial
leader. Too busy to think Of he
children he ledres them to
MRS. MOHUN, pho has successfallv
| cultivated the social side OF life.
BOB MOHUN, son, 10 q, a,tvpicallv reck.
less voun0ster.
GEORGE LYCETT, elderly Chorus,
philosophisin0 az tho story develops.
JOHN CHICHESTER, .chom Mrs.
Mchun royM like to call son. LAO.
I'm THE whole, Cherry behaved very
lOwell. in spite Of the fact that the
somber magnihcence was very depress.
ing. And though no word had been
uttered by her mother as to the motives
which lay behind this hospitality.
Cherry was not too stupid to realize
that she was there to be In.
spected by the old lady as the
object Of John .Chichester's matrimonial
intentions. Her first impulse was to
say something shocking which would
break the ice Of this glacial atmosphere
or forever CONCEAL It; but, with a
generous impulse, she considered the
dilemma in which she might place her
poor mother, whose attitude during the
prcliminaries Of the conversation nllcd
her with bewildered II slightly amused
admiration.
And SO in a moment she became ap'
sorbed in n contemplation OF Mrs. Chi
chester's three chins, and in the not
unkindly glanccs Of her small eyes wn'cn
flashed this way and that, like little
green midges in the sunshine.
Fortunately, John Chichester eh'eteu
at thiS moment, luncheon was an.
nounced and they went into the !oity
room with its huge gray fireplace whicn
had been brought from Italy OF tne
Renaissance. The food, Cherry real.
lied, was not nearly 80 good Us tnat
she could get at the Ritz, but to Alicia
Mohun It was nectar and ambrosia.
The service was rs perfect rs three men
could make It, two in livery and
third. the shadow who had placed the
chairs, in black. Now definitely de.
tcrmined to be upon her good behavior,
Cherry talked gayly enough with her
hostess and host. submitting even to
Mrs. Chichester's questioning with
occurrences which was very charming:
1t was in Cherry's head that. II all
the others were to play game, why
shouldn't she? During that luncheon
butter wouldn't have melted In her
mouth. But her reward came across
the epergne in grateful glances from
her mother, who knew that when Cherry
chose to make them SO, her manners
could be quite tOp.form.
After luncheon they saw the pic
lures in the ballroom gallery. one OF the
first. MS Mrs. Chichester explained. that
had been built in New York. And then,
the old lady took Cherry back into the
drawing room and babe her sit beside
her while she questioned. She wis not
such terrifying old lady after all when
one got behind the crust of her reserve.
Cherry even felt little sorry for her,
with her mountains Of flesh, her asth.
matte stateliness and her game leg,
inmured for the remainder Of her pam.
peretl existence in this sumptuous tomb,
which from the moment she had entered
It had gotten on Cherry's nerves:
Altogether it may be said that Cherry
made an excellent impression upon the
great lady, though she had suffered
in the accomplishment. For
the NIohun ladies in their machine were
hardly beyond the shadow Of the great
porte cochere when Cherry threw open
the windows of the cur and fell back in
the cushions. ...
"Gec whiz! Muzzy. Give me air."
she gasped.
"Cherry!'
"I'm suffocated with the odors Of
sanctity. Why don't they open the
and let some of the royal pur.
pie out into the blue sky?"
CHERRY, you're incOrrigible! J" i.
Her mothers favorite invective, but
now it found her daughter calmly
lighting a cigarette without even draw
ing q curtain.
"Sny, Muzzy. I'd perish in a place
ike that. Don't you feel sorry for the
moor old thing: I wonder If she has
cork leg. And the chins get bigger as
.ueS kO
.'My dear child. you mustn't be so
critical. Mrs. Chichester was hospitality |
Itself, and l think she admired you very |
much. was 70 afraid you'd ask for
I cigarette" ...l
II wanted to, Muzzy. But you did |
ook SO pathctic--I hadn't the heart.
But five minutes more and Id have
m
wonid look upon the larger aspects of
ilc with more soberness," she said:
III will when l have to, darling"
said Cherry, patting her mothers
rlovcd hand playfully: "But l did be-
have nicely, didn't p
"Ycs. my dear. Very nicely"
II tried very hard. But It's used me
np.. Phew! l feel like going on the
"Plcase, Cherry" go
"Oh. just drive w'!n oFuce'
"I've promised.
unclcon in house like that and then
:" " out nut with person like this Mr..
,ownn-a nobody-a--'
"Sh-NIuzzy. You mustn't call Bruce
lnmes.' -,
CHERRY! When will you learn rea.
,On?' she gnsped.
Cherry looked straight at her, frown.
"I'ye made martyr Of myself to
,lease you. Now you mustn't object
q my doing something to please my.
Alicin Mohun did not reply. Already
bev hnd had one disagreement upon
hc subject 'of Mr.. Cowan and the
H' i n,o,.aI frO,N thu rnufl Int