Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1922-11-11
Gilpin's Ride
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for while and then was passed on to
Miss Lydia Brampton. according to the
prearra angement. Lydia belonged to the
vast army of masterless women. Dur.
ing the war she had worn her Emer.
gency Aid uniform so constantly that
there were those who averred she slept
in it at night. But now, her occu.
patton gone. she was devotins her &C.
tivitics to the cultivation Of all that
she had missed in art. science and lit.
erature. TO that end the visit of David
sangree was most opportune and she
| lost no time in acQuainting herself with
his experiences in the Near East. No
one, perhaps, in all that assemblage
could have drawn him out as Lydia
Brampton did, for she was known
as the human question mark when not
indulging in the perpendicular pro.
noun. But she submerged herself in
the interest of his narrative and, in
the general conversation that followed,
David Sangree found himself, quite un.
Intentionally. the center Of a group
which listened as he talked. 1t was
sordid tale, uncolored. Of plague, pesti.
lence and famine. of battle, murder and
sudden death, and. the crust Of his
reserve broken, Sangrec warmed to his
hobby which was that Of attempting
to save q Christian people from ex.
termination. If he talked, as Cherry
Mohun had said. like q book" and
II his manner had none Of the Aam.
boyant self. confidence to which she was
accustomed, there was in his even tones
deep note of sincerity which seemed
to hold his listeners without difficulty.
According to the standards that Cherry
had set, this ethnologist person com.
pared unfavorably with almost every
young man Of her acquaintance, and
yet she found herself pausing in her
conversation with Mr.. Lycett to listen
to the dry insistence Of his voice.
which, though unpleasant to the ear,
carried with It q kind Of mild au.
thority which compelled her in spite
of herself. She had made up her mind
to snub him, but he hadn't given her
the chance.
It was seldom that Jim Mohum had
found time to make an appearance at
any Of his wife's Vat homes" espe.
cially since she had chosen to dedicate
her Sunday afternoons to the patronage
Of the Arts, and he entered his own
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an air of furtiveness and unease. But
today, spying George Lycett, he crossed
to him at once, gave him a hearty hand.
clasp and in the redistribution Of
groups which followed Joined the new.
est visitor and made him welcome.
"Ah, Sangree," he said with smile,
$50 glad you've looked US up. I've
wanted very much to have you meet
Thanks" said sangres. 1T has
been very pleasant.
II don't get time to 60 in much for
these highbrow saffairs, he whispered.
"Rather dull. between you and me--if
you're bored, suppose we 20 out on
| tho terrace. ia like you to see the
place. too" lie caught the younger
man by the arm and led the way toward
the nearest French window, by which
tone who was promising her that his
next song would be addressed to her
violet blue eyes.
"Oh, Cherry" broke in her father
as he cspicd her. you've met Dr.
Sangree. stockholder in some of NV
companies. My daughter. doctor. I
want you 10 be good friends. Won't
YOU take Sangree out and show him
the place, Cherryi That Is II Siguor.-
6ignoe-"