Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1922-12-22
"xybv Not Cut the knot?'

.r,cl,v. at is better forgotten
For It had been at the picnic tha'
p,hbIe Llewelyn had first defnite'y
made love to her.
~ :, VA, then that he had enlarged
-, Tho devotion which had been hers
.ror m since he had known her; deVotioh
.-,.,,v hurt but not destroyed by her
ssrrIaae he had hinted that he knew
-,,t n catastrophe that marriage haa
S,.n. Here was Glover. YOUNG uhu
iorely woman, going PACK W ,,, ,.e .i,;o lie
liz Of girl ut nome. ny nSo,thsr
vase. free, On the one hand there
tea "'I man who, apparently. did not
Sesr hin luck, On the other nand
n.," NV uas a man who adored her. why
:us'' wv, cut the knot? Why not MAKE
not Eut t-os reconstruct her life--with
LA All this and more had been said a
''Fsd'saiid SH ssaid I should come again. Glover.
~ ,oId Won that you needn't
"And I told you that ! refused to
>.ls that for an answer.
'nS "1,'. the only answer that / have
.. ,ive.r She added: "And l would
ystSer that it wasn't Glover II you
don't mind ., ;. T., ~
t..,ed. losing his nervousness now; re-
sa,nine some, but not too much OF
stst rIib ease, ~ should hate you not
n call me .Bobbie' again.
He hoped she remembered that she
l,d unasked. called him 'Bobbie pc.
fore that fellow Carmichael. lie didh I
GLOW Clover did remember. She colored
Young Llewelyn fixed his monocle
more firmly and leaned forward in his
chair. AT least you might listen to
what have TO suy," he urged. "lou
are cruel to me, and for no reason.
What loyalty do you owe to husban
who-well he isn't husband to you
At All"
This arrow from bow drawn at
4 venture made Clover color more
deeply; at a loss, she opened her lips
to speak, but closed them again. Bob
bic Llewelyn went on, warming up tc
his part. lie had good voice, vel
modulated, expressive, trained by much
study Of the best stage-lovers and by
several seasons Of practice with his
6rst.rate amateur dramatic company
Always he had aimed at combining the
brusque sweetness of Mr.. Owen Mares
with the ardor of Mr.. Qua rtermaine and
the polish of another artist whose best
days he could just remember. Yes
perhaps 1t was chiefly in the manner OF
Sir, George Alexander that he nov
spoke.
"You aren't made for this kind OF
thing, you know. Good Heavens
What sort of life is this for II girl
You have all this responsibility here il
| this horrible city of yours; it's de
manded Of you that you should tak'
up the burden Of mans work on thu
shoulders Of a woman. You come dowr
into, the market place, you have t'
hustle and scramble and struggle fol-
existence among these other firms tha
want to wipe you out of the city. 70,
tuition against the brute force and cum
ming Of all these wolves of the mcrcan,
tile world; the life takes you and wear!
you like a delicate tool. You are ex'
hausted and spent by it, Glover -
Clover smiled listlessly. She thought
hausted."
The only thing for a woman wh'
works like you is to have. in the back
ground, some utter devotion upon whicl
she could lean declared Bobbi
Mewelyn. You were never meant t
be alone. I don't know how on cartl
It ever happened that you ever wer
LETT alone; no, won't ask you. II
never worry you about that or any
thing else. should only ask to he'll
you. Can't you let me?' He rose a
lie spoke, came over TO her desk. ii
nut hand thn ipsl; and sfpn
beside her, looking down upon her
Devotion" he repeated softly. II
was word he had always affected.
Your life is only half life withou
Mhat would be given you by a man VIII
really cared. You'r re starved you don
even know how starved you are"
lnvoluntarily little breath. scarccl
sigh, came from Clover's lips. Sll
wondered bcwildcrcdly. "IIow does h
SSnow! How does he know that's whu
I've sometimes thought myself -
Quickly he wont on, his eyes fastenc
upon her. "Haven't you ever misSe
what you ought to be having? Ih
tenderness OF some man, all your owl
VINO doesn't see you as the business
woman, but only as The Woman? Son
one there. always ready to take I'll
alsagrceables and the worries off 20,
hands! Some one who wouldn't allo
tlresome people to bother you after yol
work was done. Some one to pet 20
and to welcome you home, toto de
vote himself to doing everything Il
you when you were tired. He'd SCI
away your maid, Clover. He'd wal
TO- just to take your furs and unfast,
Your little shoes and pull your GLOW
.u TO see that YOU d everything con
II IDTtHDln Spma tn hon, N
not the money making concern or Il
financial genius or anything but ju
ths pretty, ndored wife, the swee
neart-Do you never feel the need
oil that"
"A little culver went over Clover
listening face. She thought: "Is til
wnat has been making me so frigh
!uliy unhappy! Something is-all blal
~ my life. Is it because I do ne
!nose thingst He seems to undcrstan
nut could hc give me those thing
should ! want them from Bobby Lie,
'En lie does seem o.understand----
4, Clover" he went on tenderl
can't you give me the chance to ma
up Tor all you've missed so far? Wor
Here, suddenly, there broke into {
s2und OF the well -modulatcd voice a
other sound. Music, from outside t
window.
Below In the street that out of wa
solder turned the handle Of his plan
o.rsan. Above its rhythmic rattle n
.nrop' above the traffic's rumble II
lang there scared these notes of
w whistle played by the other out-t
work' Shriller and sweeter than
song OF the mounting lark rose