Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1922-11-08
George I.ycett was already holding

2 eyes, ChetTy Mohun looked . hunoreo
George Lycett was already holding
out bis empty glass.
laughed. :wii1 y 7, sSeni Ween't i! f!'G 10 will ii
Sansree. oh, I forgot. You haven't
met DR.. Sangrce. have your Famous
scientist. Stranded In the East when
the war broke ont. Been with the Near
East Relief. Please be kind to him.
He's even thirstier than ! am"
How do you do?' Miss Mohun,
while she poured the insidious Orange
Blossom which masqueraded az Orange
Pekoe.
At closer range, David sansree was
aware OF swift careless glance oi
appraisal from the Argus glance which
passed quickly to Mr.. Lycett. And In
that glance he had sense Of being
swiftly appraised. catalogued and label
ed. She would have none of him. The
bent shoulders, the studious air, the
who clung close to the earth. What
had he in common with these Others
who Glove the mir, and killed gloriously
in the lust of battle! The thing that
impressed him most about her was her
intense vitality. He realized from the
natural color Of her lips and cheeks
that the rouge stick and the powder
ball were mere accessories Of the femi.
nine trade, part Of the technic Of en-
rhantment, which she might well have
fcrsworn. And yet subtly she irritated
him. She was 80 self sufficient.
George Lycett Ind succumbed at once
to her generosity. She was. II seemed.
one OF his favorttcs.
There's no greater compliment than
that pntl By Beauty to Ase," he said
gracefully.
''Oh. thanks" said the girl care.
lcssly. But you needn't accuse me
OF politeness. I'm not polite. IT
you don't finish this, spicky will. And
@hen uicky drinks he never knows
Lycett drank and then murmured,
It's really pathetic how dependent
prohibition has made us upon the
munihcence of our friends. How Il
your mother. my dear? Az beautiful
Mother" Cherry Mohun shrugged
It's her speciality"
She was sitting on the table now
swinging her legs. ''I'm coming ou'
~" Auhs w EOt tO-A ia tWcuuS
Mother put II of as long as che could
If anything could do that! But Tn
not keen about 1t. It's a rotten bore
to have to be 30 terribly pleased about
everything. You'll come to my tea,
though, won't you:"
"Well. rather. I'm a hardy peren.
NAL. Age cannot wither. ct cetera."
age! Nobody's old any more"
And nobody's young. my dear. Yor
Youngsters have toppled from thu
nursery steps directly upon the hard
pavement Of Life"
YES" said the strl, toying with
the teapot. chats so. I feel hun
lred already" And then almost fiercely
But do love life. Don't you?"
III didn't" said Mr.. Lycstt. ~
This conversation had completely
eliminated David Sangree, who stood
shifting from one foot to the other and
marvelinx at the personal quality IN
Cherry Mohun's remarks. She was q
downright as the noon day sun.
II do wish. Cherry, that you'd pay
some attention to David Sangrec," said
I.ycett, who had noted his companion
discomfiture. "He has been trying tt
oiier you a health for at least foul
"Oh, I beg pardon"
Hes a friend Of your father and
one Of our most distinguished ethnolo.
gists. Before the war"
"What on earth Is that?'' asked
Cherry, for the first time fixing sangrel
with her blue Qaze.
|, AN ethnologist, my dear. 10 a person
who studies the habitat and customs ol
the different races and families Of the
earth. DR.. Sangree---"
"How terribly interesting" said
Cherry listlessly, and then with laugh
II hope no won't be able to make :
study Of the Mohun family"
'At least one member Of Il would
stilted way.
She glanced at him earnestly. Thi,
queer creature was actually sayinl
something nice. Funny! A moment
ago he had looked hundred. Now
when he smiled he seemed much younger
than herself And his eyes. even
through their goggles, were rather COM
pelling.
"You wouldn't find mo worth whils,' u
she said dryly. trying quito hard 70 b,
polite. "Would hs. MI. Lycstt1"
THAT depends. I've just been tall.
Ing him that he needs livening up.
fancy a study at close range Of debu.
tante Of this year would be somethinl
Of u liberal education In the habitat
and customs Of the tribe Of Manhattan
In the year Of grace Nineteen Twenty.
Cherry Mohun laughed. i like that,
she said with a Shrug.
"You needn't pay much attention {,
what Mr., Lyestt says" put in Gan
gree quietly. "Besides, ! don't darA :,
hope you'd care what my opinlonl
wsre."
"Oh. I don't know. They mish
BE- worth while,' she said indi3erently
''D0 come IN some Sunday afternoo,
for tea. Bring him, Mr.. Lycett
Mother would bs pleased. She litss-'
ohe paussd In Q new glance Of appEaisa
= though sle laa thought Z q Won
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