The Washington herald., 1922-07-18
continned From Yesterdav.

Continued From Yesterday.
1T just was"
DO you want to dancer
DO you?"
sort Of. But let's Sit" she de.
cided.
and talk about you? You love
to talk about you, don't you?
yes" Caught in a vanity, she
laughed.
Il imagine your autobiography
would be a classic"
"Dick says 1 haven't got one.
"Dickw he exclaimed. What
does he know about you?"
Nothing. But he says the BIZ
ography of every woman begins
with the first kiss that counts, and
ends when her last child is laid In
her arms"
Hes talking from his book"
He says unloved women have no
biographies-they nave histories.
Anthony laughed again.
Surely you don't claim to be un-
lovedr"
We'll, suppose not"
Then why haven't you a biog-
raphy. Haven't you ever had a kiss
that counted?" AS the words left
his lips he drew in his breath
sharply as though to suck them
back. This baby!
Il don't know what you mean
counts" she objected.
Il wish you'd tell me how old
you are"
twenty-five" she said. meeting
his eyes gravely. How old did
you Think"
About 1s."
I'm going to start being that. i
don't like being %. I hate it more
than anything in the world"
Being 22?"
NO. Getting old and everything.
Getting married"
Don't you ever want to marry?
Il don't want to have RESPONSE
bility and a lot of children to take
care Of"
Evidently she did not doubt that
on her lips all things were good.
He waited rather breathlessly for
her next remark. expecting it to
follow up her last. She was smil-
ing. without amusement but pleas
antly, and after an interval half !
dozen words fell into the space be-
tween them:
You shall!" He beckOned to a
waiter and sent him to the cigar
counter.
"D'you mind? 1 love gumdrops.
Every body kids me about it because
I'm always whacking away at one
whenever my daddys not around"
Not at all.-Who are all these
children?" he asked suddenly. DO
Won know them alp
''Why-no, but they're from-oh,
from everywhere, l suppose. Don't
you ever come here?"
Very seldom. l don't care par
ticularly for nice girls"
Immediately he had her atten-
ton She turned a definite shoulder
to the dancers. relaxed in her chair
and demanded:
What do you do with yourself?"
Thanks to a cocktail Anthony
welcomed the question. In a mood
to talk, he wanted, moreover, to
impress this girl whose interest
seemed so tantalizinEly elusive
she stopped to browse in unex-
pected pastures, hurried quickly
over the inObviously obvious. He
wanted to pose. He wanted to ap-
pear suddenly to her in novel and
heroic colOrs. He wanted to stir
her from that Casualness she
showed toward everything except
herself.
Il do nothing" he began, realiz-
ing simultaneously that his words
were to lack the debonair grace he
eraved for them. Il do nothing, for
there's nothing can do that's
worth doing"
"well?" He had neither sur
prised her nor even held her, yet
she had certainly understood him, If
indeed he had said aught worth un-
derstanding.
Don't you approve of lazy men?'
She nodded.
Il suppose so, if they're grace
fully lazy. Is that possible for an
American?"
why not?" he demanded. dis
comfited.
But her mind had left the subject
and wandered up ten floors.
My daddy's mad at me-" she OBJ
served dispassionately.
why? But l want to know just
why it's impossible for an American
to be gracefully idle"-nis words
gathered conviction-"it astonishes
me- It'll don't understand why
people think that every young man
ought to go downtown and work
ten bours day for the best
twenty years of his life at dull, un-
imaginative work. certainly not
altruistic work"
He broke off. She watched him
inscrutably. He waited for her to
agree or disagree, but she did
neither