Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1922-11-29

any private income of her own:'
no. None. All the money came
from dad"
'rha,s too b,ul." he muttcred. 81
d. know something about the business.
You src.' he explained with his slow
smile. "almost all the money that ]
possessed was in Textile Mills
..'Evcrything: I,ou:" she gasped,
81 can't believe it,
"Oh. | shan't starvc.' he said with
laugh. ''any more than you will. I'm
only telling you, because you'd find 1t
out latcr---
"Oh. DR.. SanGrcc." she cried again.
''My mime is David" hr put in with
his whimsical smile. "Since misery
loves company. it might as well enjoy
the terms Of familiarity
''Of coursc--David. But hadn't
though" t"--shc said in a startled way
chat there were others. OF
course there must be. oh. it's all too
ghastly.'
"I,nt there's no use crying over 1t.
Now is thcrc:'
$50. won't FRY nsnin.'
"Thcn TIT tcli you the truth as far
as ! know it. You see. I've Il great be-
lief in your courage. thinK !oh re
going to need it.. You mustn't count on
anything from your fathers business.
Unless he has securities that no one
knows about, there won't br anything
II suspected that" she said brnvely,
''bccause no one would speak----
= But haven't you lawycr-some one
to advise your mOther?'
MIR. Pennington. yes. But she won't
SOC hm--or any one. Sh" just PAGES
the floor of her room upstairs. or lies
on IA" bod and mOanS. She's so help
lcss--it's all that | can do to fight the
hopoIrssn"ss Of the whole situation.
And Bob, your brothcr:'
"Oh, he will do anything hc can. but
hos 50 young, 50 untraincd-likc me.
Sangrcc was silent for mpmrnt.
frowning. "Sec here. Cherry" he said
a. last. sobcrly. "l'm no lawyer. And
, You might gather from the result OF my
Investments that I'm no business man
thought I'd like you To know that I'D
, do ANYTHING in the world to try to
help you. want sou to remember
TINT, Will you!'
''Ncs. Irs.'
"Ot course there will be others
many others to advise you. But what
ever happens, | want to be- sure that
yoM'll lot me keep my nnrti"ulnr little
, niche in Your regard. That you'll send
/ for IN" when can help. in any way
Dlon"y CNcn--
"No, not moncy-hut do want
you" She put her fingers over his for
day. Haven't 2?
! ifo rnt her fingers to his lips and
rosc.
-, has made inc very happy h"
said with an aspect nf formality which
ho assumed to cover his awkwardness.
go think that you've thought mo
Worthy of your condolences
She smiled mistiy.
Good old Ramrscs,' she said gently,
',hanks for coming. I'll rrmember.'
Anything. h" repeated with IL So.
bor grin. Even to riding wild horses. y
She looked at him reproachfnlly. but
he was still smiling rs he went ont ut
the door.
Good by. Cherry" he said cheer
fully. ."And buck up
~ will. GoOd-by. my friend
After he had gone she stood for long
moment watching til" doorway where
h" had been, IL puzzled little wrinkle at
her brows.
OF course they were all perfectly
holplcss. The sudden wreck, OF
Alicia Mohun's arg"sy. IN II 81 I'n,,
sea So close to the Port of Desire, had
amazed and bcwilderrd her. Hoping
against hope. she listened with greater
dsmay and terror AT each telling t'
downtown. first by Bob Mohun and
later by Robert Pennington. her hus-
bands lawyer. The equities in the
place at Oyster BAY. th" newly pur-
chased villa ut Newport, and the house
In which they were living were not