Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1922-10-19
A Beautiful Founding

con lnS ,v kind of dog. He is a human
Most of us must have something
o' .I;ch 70 lavish our affection. If we
.o,on W. or dare not, for reasons Of
NV, " reasons Of convention, lavish
ne esFsction upon humans, we ma!
E,r .rrn TO the dog. who will answer
sppeal with al! he !s. with death.
undl loyalty. whether, we are worthy OF OF
Of He has no diversions ne nas
MI, one thought. and that Is OF you
md 5y Il .rieyes when you leave him, he well
q. os YOU joyously when you return
@ rou punish him, he crawls to- your
a ~, No forgiven. He has displenset
oS;ect of his love; he doesn't always
IS ~ how. but he is always sorry. n
Eis n luxury, but dog Is Il neccs-
edi. sbe took off the borrowed shoes
III stockings, she made a little gesture
t,oS indicated self f.repronch. She
MID never be able to return the
irles, She might. Of course, address
N blindly to "the house Of many
y y, \. and vases; bat on second
6Dusht she dismissed the purpose ns
gtIlrulous as well as impractical. she
IL conscious now of having acted too
~ IA upstage without any justification
s.ksr than that the young mans breath
MA been tainted with drink. He had
!ld1 1yed the part of the Good Samaritan
pi2 2Nctly: and she would still be In that
--Smal village but for his ready cour-
All the other houses had been
host articulate in their expressions OF
(biddingness.
Because Of other men unknown TO
this chance benefactor. was made
4. suffer apparent ingratitude. 1t was
!, way of the world. One man COM
, kted an evil, and like water respond
\. TO the stone cast, the ripples
Rched far and wide, bringing misery
disruption to the innocent. Tor
fch Is the woof and warp of this
a1At length she sat upon the bed Turk
q ae, in her kimono and reviewed the
Idlients of the letter she had found in
K metal box. 4 letter. written
z Enths gone. in anticipation of his
With, while he had yet the use Of his
- Ice If no. his hands. A dictated let
SSItJDaddy Bowman. dear old Daddy
Iwman - Who had found her out
de his studio one morning years ago
. had never told her about the box
d the chain because 'it would only
Re tantalized you and directed you
Swherc." She was not an ordinary
1ndling. Daddy Bowman had al
1ys maintained the opinion that she
I been stolen for ransom, and some
Jp' In the plans of the rogues had
6tced them to abandon her nt the rear
4 door, which fortunately had been
Il. While he lived she had been Daddy
.lwmans; now she was nobody's;
1t was beyond all possibility that
eI box and chain would ever lead TO
~ identity. But why had they taken
-, locket and left the chain? Had
IA rogue robbed the other!
l Darling Daddy Bowman, who had
.kht her all he knew about music,
that today she was capable of pro-
Ring for herself. How glad she was.
aJthe midst of her grief, that she had
efturn been able to take care of him,
visit him Sundays and to take him
|wers Now he was gone and to-
PROV the muddy earth would cover
h forever.
lSuddenly she turned and buried her
Pc In a pillow; and then Ling Foo
powered that for once his endcar-
fnts were unreciprOcatcd.
aWhen he awOkc in the early morn
as was his habit, Bancroft sat up
bed, plowed his fingers through his
Pr and licked his lips. Pnh what
9ight. Never any more of that stuff
his goblet. \ nightmare was II nov
u, but of character not urgent
pn encores. He must have gone to
bottom Of the sea ten times and he
"a still taste the brine of 1t -
the wine Of it.
de grinned. jumped out of bed, and
ew up the curtains. 1t was n glO.
us DAY. In the yard the ground cob
% Mashed like diamond sunbursts.
upland fields were ruddy and golden
PSn with stubble and emerald green
20 winter wheat; and above the fields
wooded heights. with scattered
Fenes OF flaming maple. The changing
futy OF this vista was eternal: each
tne four seasons was sublime
flst. And he might be gazing thither-
lm for the last time.
" nat had chained him here? Why
pht he run away from it all and gone
Centuring as some of the village bows
(eady had: Cowardice? Had he feared
ate too much? Did lie love the hills |
valleys, while he had hated the IN
G,Ltants' |,,t Had the soil held him? lie
P!d not answer.
aS thought, irked by this invisible |
Passe' took another direction. Had
Mr' really taken all that trouble
Tue sake of a dog? He was con-
IN OF wanting to know this for n
Eksa'Is'y' though the wanting had no
C"ee reason for being. Perhaps in
Y MS hrst romantical contact with
F|;,I,'ale Iten'ale OF the species. he dreaded
"ey should the girl lie or invent
Cc' bancroft argued in her behalf.
Y, should she tell him there was n
there wasn't? He hadn't ouizzed
she- had been under no Obligation
|seeount any Of her adventures or TO
= explanations. Her declarations had
y gratuitous. Therefore. there wns
E.s' ana she had gone home to him
thoro uiincuitles, ana thlt was
\ "ert was to that. Just the sort
N siri 70 chase around the world,
u ih' nightmares.
''e ,rued his punctilious regard for
A. 1,es na OF convention, cxacted for no
N ,ts tkeason than to impress the girl
~ 'he iact that he knew how to be-
Iw an ~. II country pumpkin should
w w hat wnat was what in manners
Gaan't he boldly given his name
! SyySed yd for hers? She would be in
wo,,S, n1Srk, whittier he was bound, but
hvuiu h"n nave as much chance Of find
s,r srs; as he would in particularizing
4 haan ha OF sand from another on
~. n. man, man, though! Bancroft stared
IA Ia mus, his brow furrowed. He
ii. 81 not dismiss the notion that the
M s9air cloaked entirely another
Il aaa mat he had been subtly in.
r ~ search for 1t. Hence, the sin
u ,IIasgestion that had entered his
de ns night before and now required,
SSSuGt Sa Smells letter had furnished
4 W., ~, murder and sudden death--for
D,..a nat was the flaw; It was almost