Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1922-12-09
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high speed along unfamiliar roads, some-
what miraculously passing all hazards
without a mishap. But IL was obvious
that her experiences, II they had con-
contracted tho forces of her character to
the definite focus Of her will, had al
ready taken from her some of the graces
OF cxuberance which had been among
her careless charms. And while her
manner vaguely disturbed him. he asked
hcr no questions as to her difficulties,
prcferring to wait until she chose to
mention them, IL at ALL Of her own will
The thought that constantly recurrcd
to him was that she had accomplished
TOO much. II was not her health but her
peace Of mind--of which it seemed some.
how TO be the expression---that caused
him inquietude. lie could not believe
that this nervous obsession of duty
for IL seemed nothing lcss-could be
permanent. The spring was coilcd too
tightly. The pendulum had gone be-
Nond its leisurely arc and, obcying a
natural law, must some time swing
far in the opposite direction.
After she had gone over the house.
making suggestions as to changes of
furniture to suit the needs of the family.
she dropped wcarily into chair in the
room which had been selected for her
father and took out her cigarette case.
The moment for condolences had come.
II want to talk to you, rRnmeses.'
she said. VI haven't had chance be-
fore. 1t seems as though / have been
driven from one unpleasant duty to an
other with no time to think for myself"
1T has been a terrible responsible.
ity, said Sangree with feeling. "I've
thought of you often.'
I'm glad you have" she said.
You Know and she laughed---T've
felt ns though some devil were chasing
mc--that I'd have TO keep goinr--to
prevent him from catching up. I must
keep going, | need skid to my wheel
that's certain
Sangree frowned. You need a rest"
he said severely.
No. she went on quickly, "I don't
think I want rest. I'll do something
damned silly il / sit down and think
L think I've had little too much-aii
at oncc-that's all. It's gotten me
twisted somehow. l cant quite find the
reason for it, The whole thing Is like
death in the family with any fu.
neral to go to. I could understand TINT
iou could gricvc. go in mourning. and
nave 1t over with. but there isn't any
end TO trouble of this kind. IL lust
goes on and on. without any end in
Sight. I've had bitter moments. un-
happE ones. but none Of them is, so bad
as the Indifferent ones. when | don't
care what happens"
That's rubbish" he broke in.
Thanks. ! know it, And wanted
you to tell me so. It's comforting
somehow. You sec. Ramesos.n sbe
hnished with a grin, Its YOU who have
been the skid to my wheel"
ooh, have -"
Nes. But need an emergency br,ko
or something. I'm in n funny mood
guess We always had my own way too
much. l never had to think about anv.
body but myself. This thinking for
Others ism t my line at all. It was a
KIND of adventure at first. liked them
an relying on me. liked making the
beds-at first. 1t was n sort of game,
being useful--a sort of novelty. Rut
l don't mind telling YOU that I'm
rather tired - it ALL"
She took ,cw pufs of her cigarette
but Sangrcc didn't reply, though he was
watching her kceny. ~
Why shouldn't I toll tho truth .o
YOU? miss the machines nv VIM.
about especially. | miss tho crowd
100. they used to come running after
m"-Gloria. vi, Sylvia, Phocbc@phon.
ing every day. Now. nobody does
except Genie. I've been busy when
they called. God knows | can't blame
mem! | haven't been much fun when
l have seen them. I'don't suppose thew
see any reason why they should get
GOWN on their luck just because l am.
! wouldn ,either il ] were they. The
boys have been all right--but somehow
! haven't felt much like seeing ths
boys. And nobody likes to he hearing
hard luck stories all the time. And
50. OF course, things are going on with
ih"m IN the same old wny-parties.
Jnzz, loyridcs. II hurts mo a little
mat they can jog on without me
don't you Scc:''
But you could 90 out now. il YOU
wanted to. Why don't you? 1t would
d" You good---'
NO. Things are changed somehow
i'ont YOU supnosc feel =" she broke
IN quickly. ''To 60 with that crowd.
You We got TO go with them all the
time. Ana h"sldcs. the invitations for
III" real things have stopped coming
even 10 MnzHy. She feels the slight
horribly. She would. You know. Jt's
just as though we were nll already dead
and buried. And | guess we are. So
far as ever going about again is con.
ccrncd. Oh. ! don't care about the in.
viiations. It's the neglect of ones
friends that hurts the most-and then
the careless mods of acuuaintances. -
Sh" laughed bitterly lin, Yes.
terday passed the little Carruthcrs
snip on the strect--you know-the
..proiitrcr Carruthers and she cut me
Imagine it -
rs her acquaintance valuable to
your y"
NO. But I've always been nice 70
her, Ramescs. she said. rather patbct.
ically. ''>