Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1922-11-27
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.pwW CHICRESTER. 'ohe": Mr,.
sYsskun tsouid like TO ca" ss"'m'""'
They're Not Our Sort"
,,r ... a little dimayed at the ap.
S.,.rc. Of the crowd, but intensely
w.. ,bout 1t all, like a fox terrier
s.n,ins mischief. -. ,u
Rrucc Cowan's fingers were VI "''
elbow. .,u pruce. DO
They're not our sor'' ''"'F "
..u think I'd betser:'
~" .yym % You're not afraid. are
,eN:" he laughed. , ..
Il there was any one phrase more
....,ivc 10 Cherry to 10 anu dare'
" a, tho one her companion used'
Afraid. She tilted her 'o'" ~ III"
scosnfully. ,,,.,,d
,r.v danced. Cowans strong arm
,....,r.d her and the witch doctor at
~. drums had already put a spell upon
~. Wv toet Afraid. A turn around the
s.or 49, ou,, she had caught the infection
A. the place. She saw rough car'ca'
.,,.. n reoplc she knew. like the
49,. themselves, and the familiar
eam.s m.s nioyed Az unfami iliarly.., She
,Ir,, ,u,t help thinking that this was
r "%"t nor friends in New York wanted
~ do, vet did not dare: .,.
And vet, except for the music. 'nr
...,Io % werc like the people who donrrd
f. 'rrnharcts in New York. She eve"
thousht she saw faces that were IA
nilsr to her.
Brncc Cownn seemed to be ENJOYING
himself immensely and. in spite on a
feeling Of intense loyalty 10 her Lrr.
yious conceptions OF him. shc co"M.' .
t.in fccling that he was more at nome
ivy 'his atmospbere than at the supper
."h,. AZ Genie Armitage's dance.
A, she suddenly felt the oppression OF
,bo atmosphere she stopped dancing ana
,at for moment OIL chair near
,h. donr which had been left open TO let
IN some OF the clean night air. Bruce
Cowan wanted to order something TO
drink. but she refused.
Il would have been different from
taking cocktails before. or wine a..
dinner ot the house OF friend. TO
Srjnk here would have seemed to make
nor definitely 4 part OF these people,
n make her q shnrer in rather wan
tan rites. indeed she was not quite c"r-
Tain that she ought not to b. going nome
at once.
II wss while debating the matter that
she hen ri her compan ion name spoken
4 girl was standing IN front OF them.
4 tall girl. with hair a triHa too yel.
low. her lips and cheek rs rin''i WIN
an over. elaboration which came ot
practice with grease paint. She bobbed
her big hat partly.
Hello. Bruce. she said.
II was the first time that Cherry hsd
ever seen Bruce Cowan at q disad'
vantage. He eot up. frowning. "l!ow
arr YOU. Maisie?" he muttered. And
then awkwardiy rose and talked IN O
lowered tone. completely excluding
cherry. Cherry looked In another di.
rcction, most uncomfortable. but sh"
could nor help hearing the parting shot
II tho tinted lady. over her shoulder.
meant Tor Cherry's car.
"Say-~ nin't that 4 scream. Bruce,
you'd better take her back to the
Ritz"
As Bruce Cowan turned Cherry rose.
Get my wraps. please" she said.
Her conipa ion met her glance for a
moment uncertainty and then. without
Q word In reply. turned and Obsyed.,
Neither IL them spoke until they
were in the machine. Bruce. because
hs didn't know what to say Cherry
because II she spoke she knew that she
would say something she could regret.
II didn't introduce you. cherry
eh~ isn't your sort
why explain!" said Cherry.
Nice girl, friend OF q fellow at tue
oGce."
Really"
..!I,j Il ,ju:t thought Id tell you
cherry drove with great care OYER
the thin coating Of sleet and snow. He
spoke again Of other things, but she
only answered in monOsyllables:
You aren't angry, are you: ne
asked again.
"Why?'
oh. ] just thought that you might
hsse thought she was my friend.
''Who?' coolly.
The blonde. Mnisis.
Well isn't she?' The word
"friend.' as Bruce COwan under
stood II. mrant nothing to Cherry,
'Well---pr---yes. IN way. bu'
she's not your sort. YOU know.
40 you said. =,
Don't he sore, Cherry. hardly
know tho girl."
Cherry merely laughed.
She meant II 10 mean uhutteraDie IN :
difference and succeeded. Cherry
laugh could he very rontemptuous ~
times. so at last he stopped speaking
and SGT IN silence. which, as the mo
ments went on, grew set and sullcn
Cherry, occupied with the wheel. seem
ID TO have forgotten his existence. They
were for the moment ns far apart ~
the poles. But for all her placid sx'
lsrior. the spark Of conscience was nam
Ing. burning her breast. 1T was tha