Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1922-12-16

t"iS ShceTieSS Httle DOx wner0 ne h1d
eaten, slept. broken his heart for 50
II had to go around three times to
those laundry people after those clean
Bates. "1'vc only Just got them But
you won't be wanting, the bed made
mo: I shan't.'' Thank goodness
he need never again turn in on that
little green Willcsden canvas camp.
bed or wash his hands in thnt odious
little bucket. The small folding scrv-
Ice chair could now oe packed up. As
for the rubber bath, Mrs. Bates could
take 1t. The mast mot Glover, but
ent abode!
II might sublet the whole place,
presently" he told Mrs. Bates.
broom knocking against the corners of
his room, there broke the sound of the
telephone bel in the garage below.
Carmichael, as OH the foggy morn
ing when he had been summoned from
his shaving, hastcned down the wooden
stairway and took up the telephone
receiver from the clutter about it.
"Hello, this is O'Brien speaking"
O'Drien, Cox's right-hand young
mar, man; That %tn was good. "oh, good.
onv,h;%s GS0d fns fmorInins d, say arc you doing
''No. am free today"
| with me, then? shall be alone"
called O'Brien. II should be glad II
you would. One o'clock then ut the
Clematis; I have got a table"
"Right-o; thanks very much"
Five minutes to one found Car.
! michael waiting at the Clemntis.
Now the Clematis Is place where
you can meet an extraordinary variety
Of people. Actors and actresses from
the small theatre just across the street.
artists, politicians. financiers, all meet
Ing Is excellent II not exactly cheap.
You need not be surprised Mt meeting
anybody there: in fact, sitting down at
ones table one instinctively looks
round to see what notabilities and no
torieties are there.
And the man who was planting n
nost on more or less grateful Gov
ernment met the man who (also nent rs
q new pin and also a servant of the
Empire) was pointed out rs Bat
man, ,'.look. you know, the man who
wrote the play" :,
made their way to their table.
Perfectly. thanks" smiled Car.
michael. II hope you got home in
good
He didn't finish the sentence. lie
left off to stare at some one.
Now the Clematis Restaurant origi-
| nally b0gan with one room. at the back
of which Carmichael and O'Brien now
stood. Later it had been found neces-
sary to take in the room behind. It
was into this room behind that Car.
michael now stared.
For, in its fnrthest corner young
man and n young woman had their
| heads close together over n menu.
Carmichael waited for that menu to
! drop.
1t dropped.
All; yes. 1t was.
He thought he recognized that hat,
the little toQue thing made of soft
dropping feathers which covered her
dark hair. madc her look as IL her hair
were shock Of gray over her young,
fresh face. It was his wife, and the
man with when she was lunching was
Mr.. Bobby Llewelyn.
The Silent Storm
At the sight of this, Carmichael's
face darkened to storm.
That was, for one moment. The
next moment 1t was clear again, out
wardly. But, under that control.
blood surged and pulsed to the hottest,
most jealous wrath that he had ever
known.
That fellow again!
In hn 1oo ne txuo 20
four hours did that make? Last night
at CIover's At Home. Then, after
the At Home, Glover coming in to
telephone to the fellow. Then, this
morning. Only three hours ago she
had told Carmichael that she was
lunching at homo that day! Now here
they were he found them together IN
this clandestins place.
He didn't stop to examine these in.
cidents: only too well they fitted in.
That sickening fellow above all others!
Carmichael remembered that dance
where he had claimed his, Llewelyn's,
partner.
the end Of Mr.. Bobbie Llewelyn.
Why had she bothered to get married
at all II this lunch anu -ringing-up-
and bunch of -freesias business was to
begin all over asain7 He, would ask
her that presently. Presently he would
have oil this out with her. he would
say exactly what he thought, straight
from the shoulder. There would have
to be an end Of this.
Hello" said O'Brien's CHEEKY
voice, as the waiter put the chairs
'somebody over there that YOU know
isn't there?'
"Oh. my wife. you mean? Yes"
said Carmichael perfectly cool. "They
seem to have decided on this place after
all. ! thought they were going to
make it the Ritz Grill. Well, we will
have word with them presently.
You got that train OF yours all right,
last night?"
Over the we'll chosen little lunch they
went on talking pleasantly. OF what
Carmichael could hardly have told you.
For under everything that food Of
anger had it's way with the man.
A coldly planned assignation! That
was how he saw il. Even that con-
versation over tho telephone last night
was part of 1t, probably. Yes, 1t was
her husband not to leave the room while
she telephoned. Dust in his eyes. the
sort Of tactfulness she had employed
when she fibbed to Cox about where
she had got the frock.
Her explanation why that fellow was
in tho house at all, to introduce his
friend, the singer-all that seemed
lame. But above all, why had she said
she was lunching at home that day?
OF course she lunched where she
pleased why should she have lied about
| it? Anybody would resent being lied
to. He would tell her all that with.
az Al.