Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1922-12-21

clOtneS llStS as long as q ladder and
all his hundreds of pairs of degrading
Lots Of boys of Teddy's age keep
for me, it'll be The Toddle in Ten
Minutes, taught by Miss Sandal Mead.
ows, all the latest ballroom stumbles
and shivers and an easy, graceful car
riage. Thank goodness, there's some-
thing can do !"
And thank goodness, there's some-
thing that ! can." added Rosemary
firmly. II shall get myself off Clover's
hands at once. She needn't be respon.
sible for any more dress allowance and
railway fares for me. either. l shall
go in for well off home of my own
that ! can ask Clover to, for a change.
! shall marry
"Who?" demanded Sandal. check
ing.
Jim Holt" said Rosemary. Her
pretty face giowed. It looked happier
and moro relieved than it had done for
some days-in fact. since she had said
good-by to Jim for keeps. Apparently
this was the joy of altruism. for she
added: "ies, ] shall marry Jim, after
all. III sacrifice myself
On summers morning Clover sat
at the vast desk of hers in the office of
Elphinstone Brothers.
Those glossy mahogany fittings, that
scarlet spread of carpet, that seven
foot mantclpiece with it's tiny costly
clock all these furnishings continued
to give their effect of outward pros.
perity. Glover and her managers knew
how much there was behind that. And
Clover at least found herself at this
moment unspeakably tired and harassrd
and unable to cope with the situation
very much longer.
feel. just for one hour. that she was
not responsible for anything at Elphin-
stone brothers, at Prospect House or
anywhere else. Tired to death was she
Of worrying. of business, Of firms. of
offices, of wrestling with men who
pitted their strength against hers. If
there was only some one with strength
like that on her side. If she could
only lean her head up against some
thing close her eyes and cease to think.
She was sick of thinking: utterly fed
up she was with life at large this
morning.
The Declaration
All of us have these mornings; for
tunately, not all of us combine the feel
ing of being SO helpless with the n"
cessity for being so efficient as did the
poor girlish chief of that now totterins
firm. Her mood showed in her face.
that Of tired and wistful child. and
in her attitude. Her whole figure
seemed CRUSHED and overwhelmed by
that too big room the scarlet and ma
hogany of 1t putting OUT the delicacy
of her colcring. She was in black OF
a thin sulnmery kind, with shady
black hat. and a white gardenia at her
waist, and she looked as if she were in
mourning as we'll as IN difficulties.
A tap at the door. One of the neat
typists appeared.
Clover turned with suppressed sigh.
Who. now, wanted to ndd to her dif-
ficulties by an interview. questions, dis
cussions?
Can you see Mr.. Llcwelyn, Mrs.
Carmichael?'
All, at least it wasn't business
claim. But the head of the firm
hesitated FOR n moment before saying
Yes or No. She was not quite sure
whether to see Bobby Llewelyn or not.
when O'Brien and Harry Carmichael
had come over to join them at coffee
there had come about gradual changes in
the acquaintance--it was now almost a
friendship, between herself and the
young barrister. BY some means best
known to himself he had managed to
Danish from Clover's mind the impress
sion that he was out for what he could
get from Elphinstonc Brothers. Some
how he had cOntrivef to create an at
mosphere of confidence that it was she.
Glover the woman herself, for whom
he cared. and that If she We're Miss
wi tln kx-,,i Ne
michael the chief, Mr.. Llewelyn's de-
vOtion would be the same.
Even II it were hopeless DEVOTION
even 30 he would always be at hnni.
he had told her. he would always be
there. the pal, nm1l who would well
come any change Of doing anything,
ever, for her.
Clover, had Dt confdcd to him that
she was in any need Of sympathy. Yet
impossible not to feel glad that it
was there. And this morning Of all
others-Oh, yes; she would be glad to
see this nan-friend, this reliable one
who would always stand up for
her.
SHOW Mr.. Llewelyn in
Mr.. Llewelyn was shown in.
Claver's first impression at the sight
Of him was curious enough: for one
instant she seemed to see beside the
dark, typically theatrical legal face
with the monocle another face: fair and
soldierly and little stern, 1t was the
face Of Carmichael on that first morn
ing when he called at the Office for her
request.
The memory flashed pas, even
before she returned Bobby Llcwclyn's
greeting.
Now for the first time since she had
known him. Mr.. Llewelyn seemed
trihe nervous. Also. for the first time
he brought no flowers. Clover was
thankful for these small mercics.
Today she felt she could not have nut
up with flowers, either Of rhetoric or
tissue paper.
Evidently he could read n woman's
mood; he knew something that the
Eternal jim. for instance, would
probably never learn. Namely, "whcn
not to- In the hands of those few
men who do grasp this, woman is
usually wax.
Good Of YOU to see me-" Bobby
Llewelyn said, simply and without
fiourishes.. DO You know that 1t is
nearly fortnight since we metz"
rs it as long as that?" said
Glover, a trifie listlessly.
YES. 1t was on the eighteenth, at
the Holts' er-picnic. when I man
aged to get You to myself in q skiff
coming home. ! have thought Of it