The Washington herald., 1922-08-03

youne-with a man he had never
seen before,
1t was then that the BARRIERS
chair was vacated and he read
down the newspaper column three
times In succession.
The second INCIDENT took place
the next day, Going Into the Man
haitian bar about T. he ;. was con-
fronted with BIoeckman. As II
happened the room was nearly de-
serted. and before the mutual rec
ognition he had stationed himself
within a foot of the older man and
ordered his drink, so II was newt
able that they should converse.
Hello, Mr.. Patch" said Bloeck-
man am'abiy enough.
Anthony took the proffered hand
and exchanged aifew aphorfsms on
the npctuationssof the mercury.
DO you come On here much?" in
quired Bioeckman.
no. very seldom" He omitted
to add that the Plaza bar had.
until lately. been his favorite.
NICE bar. One of the best bars
In town"
Anthony nodded. Bloeckman
emptied his glass and picked up his
cane. He was in evening dress.
WELL. TIL be hurryfng on. I'm
going to dinner with Miss Gilbert"
Death looked suddenly out at
him from two blue eyes. Had he
announced himself as his VISA
vis's prospective murderer he could
not have struck a more vital blow
at Af4hony. The younger man must
have Redeemed vis'bly. for his every
nerve was in instant clamor. With
tremendous effort he mustered a
rigid-oh. so rigid-smiie, and sad
conventional good-by. But that
night he Law awake until after 4,
,alf Wild with grief and fear and
abominsbfe imaginings.' Pew ."
And one day in the fifth week he
called her up. He had been sitting
in his apartment trying to read
"L'Education Sentimental and
something in the book had sent his
thoughts racing in the direction
that, set free, they always took.
like horses racing for a home
stable. With suddenly quickened
breath he walked to- the telephone.
when he gave the number u IL
seemed TO him, that. Ihis voice fai-
tered and broke like a schoolboy's.
The Central must have heard the
pounding of his heart. The sound
of the receiver being taken up at
the other end was a crack Of doom,
and Mrs. Gilbert's voice, soft as
maple syrup running into a glass
container, had for him a quality of
horror in its single 'Hello-o-ah? p"
Miss Gloria's not feeling well.
She's lying down. asleep. Who
shall I say calledF e. -
Nobody" he shouted
In a wild panic he slammed down
the receiver; collapsed into his
armchair in the cold sweat of
breathless relief.
Serenade.
The FIRST thing he said to her
was: why. you've bobbed your
hair" and she answered: Yes.
isn't 1t gorgeous?" . 49,.
1t was not tsfa shionable then. /, 1t
was TO be fashionable incfive or SIX
years. At that time lit was con-
sidered extremely daring.
IT'S all sunshine outdoors" he
said gravely. Don't you want to
take a walk?'
She put on a light coat and a
quantity piquant Napoleon hat of
Alice blue, and they walked along
the Avenue and into the zoo,
where they properly admired the
grandeur of the elephant and the
collar-height of the giraffe. but did
not visit the monkey house because
Gloria said that monkeys smelt SO
| bad.
Then they returned toward the
Plaza. talking about nothing, but
glad for the spring singing in the
air and for the warm balm that lay
upon the suddenly golden city. To
their right was the Park, while at
the left great bulk of granite and
marble muttered DULY a million
are chaotic message to whose
ever would listen: something about
Il worked and I saved and was
sharper than all Adam and here /
sit, by golly, by golly,"
Continued Tomorrow.