Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1922-11-06

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Two Pals Of Lips!
NANCY went down and out into the
~ street. For a little while the street,
!. with its tremendous warrens and Its
scattering human atoms. refused to be
real. The primal cause Of this un.
reality was not that she had failed in
her ambitions or that they were in
masters Judgment unattainable. 1T
lsy in the fact that everybody consid.
cred her a coincidence, which, in her
opinion, she essentially was not. What
would happen to her. now that the
props had been knocked from under?
What would become Of her. with the
spur gone that carried her through her
foolery every night? A comedlenne,
when her background was tragic! This
. 6ad made him laugh! Oh, she was
mad Or tho world yvnai
She wanted Ling Foo: she wanted
the dog to cuddle and cry over md hug
( to her empty heart. A comcdinne! All
at once she recalled tho question she
had asked herself before the maestro =
door: Was she n thoroughbred or a
wilmer? Her chin went up and her
eyes flashed.
The seller Of adventures. half a dozen
yards behind her. NOTICED the sudden
tilt Of her head and the clenchcd hands.
and wondered what manner OF thought
ordered the apple. One or the other
Of these young women might become
necessary to his plans in tho near
future, and it behooved him to investi.
gate their habits against this possible
need.
That night the god Of irony entered
the theatre with her as usual but in n
new role. Nancy was permitted to be
conscious Of everything she did; she
was no longer an automaton.
After the first net Mannheim came to
her &s:,ss,I dressing room. ~ ,,,,.,. ~, ,,o,,,,
Dread and butter. bread and butter i
You were, little lady. That me.
chanical doll stunt has knocked them
over. You're born coincidence"
But she knew that all the rest Of her
stage career was going to be one con.
slant siege Of terror.
On tho elevated that night-she had
insisted upon going home alone-she
presently became aware Of an unusual
Interest on the part Of her fellow
travellers. They stared at her, some
icily, somc with smiles. Curious Ia
had ever paid any attention 10 her, she
opened her handbag and stole a glance
into her pocket mirror. She was horri-
fled to see that she had forgot to take
of her makeup!
A week passed.. another. without
any notable event in the lives Of tho
three inseparables, for Bancroft was
always either with Nancy or with
Jenny or with both. The three Of them
went TO Sunday concerts, there was
generally tea at 4 In Nancy's room, md
frequently he went abroad with Jenny
There were times when he had tca with
Nancy alone, for Jenny could not al.
ways get away from tho model shop.
So far as Bancroft was concerned
Nancy no longer troubled herself to
observe convention. She had reached
that point Of faith in him when hi.
presence was comforting; she liked tC
y BE- with him. for he was never dull.
They learned that they had many
likes in common, the samo romances
the same poets. She sang for him i,
the twilight. old folk songs, old love
ballads. and there was ono particularly
haunting refrain:
Only come again in dreams.
And with tho morning light arc ned
= When she sang that he would sit Will,
his chin In his palms and stare into thu
gathering shadows. What happy hour'
these were to him who had never known
companionship
They were sometimes Joined by Craig.
who was arranging for tour In Janu
ary. For he had taken seriously Ban
crott's suggestion about playing to the
broken soldiers. Nancy praised him
generously, but she did not know tha,
for this need Of praise Craig would
havo gone to Dahoney and played be.
tore the savage king. But vaguely and
Iesentfully Bancroft comprehendcd this
fact.
Ono twilight Craig sat at the piano
playing Chopin nOcturnes. Nancy had
Ling Foo in her lap. Jenny was lean
ank against the piano. Bancroft sat II
the Morris chair, his head back, study
Ing the patch Of reelected light on the
ceiling. Craig turned.
4, Il say. you people. Thanksgiving ir
thres days. Come UP to my home anG
nave dinner with inc. Turkey, Gran
perry sauce Rnd mince pic. ~! set the
hour at 3 80. so we can have about
two hours before theatre. My aun,
will come in; she always does. Wha,
do you sayT'
Jenny answered for everybody
well, believe me, that's tn best music
! ever heard! VIII we 20? On'y q
pusted subway could hold us back"
q. 10 dine In u real home, thought
Nancy, with rooms and rooms to mean
aer about in. fine rugs on the floors
paintings and tapestry on the walls
ana cozy boOkshelves!
Jenny Is right" sho said. "That Il
good music to three lonesome folks, VIII,
were DULY planning dinner In a nearb,
ssstaurant. OF course we'll co."
Bancroft did not care particular.
1or the change IN the plans of fcsti
val. He would now have TO share thes,
Two with Craig. and be shunted to on,
s,de. lie managed, however. to voic
MS acceptance heartily enough.
Crais departed, and Jenny sang hi
praises. Nancy turned on the light
and Bancroft apprOa, ,hed window an,