Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1922-05-07

II suppose ought to tell you you'll
probably get pneumonia for this"
Wayne Reynolds protested.
She looked up at him and smiled.
"Oh. gee! smell the cold" With a
sudden gesture she pointed. Il was
born beyond that hill there"
Il know" he said.
Again her eyes caught his. Who
told your"
THE Carringtons."
oh" There was a moment of ST.
ience. We'll, I'm me. and they're
them." She stopped suddenly. puz-
! zled for word. Were different
another run of sheep" Her mouth
twisted into droll smile. Il reckon
she thinks I'm a-sketch."
Wayne Reynolds laughed. Perhaps
she envies you"
Perhaps" She shrugged her shoul-
ders. Then, with shrewd eyes. she
appraised him. you're one of them.
too: I bet"
II went to Harvard with their son"
He smiled again. Does that convict
me?"
"convictg' She shook her head.
You use such funny words. So did
Mart and Cally. I'm not educated"
She turned sharply toward the door,
way. Come on"
AS Wayne Reynolds replaced the
coats on the cheap gilt hooks he
felt she was still watching. There
was something hostile about her. and
yet not a little wistful.
From beyond the heavy curtains in
the drawing room came the sound Of
voices. Mrs. Darlington was speak
ing. The other woman he did not
recognize.
zone can buy anything these days
and in this country. Witness the
Reillys." Mrs. Carrington's soft voice
was drawing.
The other woman laughed. Even
very presentable husband. What's
little thing like breeding? Are you
holding your thumbs for the safety Of
Mr.. Reynolds? With her millions and
her shoulders, even g. pilgrim father
would find 1t difficult" She laughed
again. DO come! I'm dying to see
the library"
Slowly Wayne Reynolds turned to
the girl beside him. "On cold nights
notice the coyotes and the timber
wolves come right down into draw.
ing rooms"
For a long moment she stood there
very quiet. When she looked at him
her eyes seemed black against the
wilderness of her face. 1T must be
very fine to be well bred and come
from Boston,, Mr.. Reynolds" Her
voice was low, but every word was
spoken with a cold distinctness.
Then you can have just as rotten
Mr.. Reynolds" y
with a quick gesture he caught her
wrist as she turned from him. Look
here" he said. you can't condemn
me, too, just because / wasn't born
In this blooming country" He was
standing close to her now, and he
could feel her body tremble with an
ger and misery. His fingers frightened
roughly on her arm. 81 think I've
been waiting about half my life to
meet you. and I'm not going to lose
you now because q coupleAof rotten
Eossips talked too loud through q
velvet curtain"
A flaming. signal giowed on her
cheeks and her eyes glinted. with
millions and her shoulders !" she
mimicked. THANK You. Mr.. Pilgrim
Father, but think I'll go now. I've
had about as much Boston as I can
toss of in one evening" With quick
strength she shook her arm free and
darted toward the staircase.
"Gloria!" he called. Miss Reilly!
You can't go this way!" And again
he was beside her.
.Please"-her voice caught sud
denly in half sob: she was only q
child now, all the passion burned out
|-.plsase 20 away-please!''
This time her appeal struck home.
He bowed . little stifiiy. III you wish
III he said at last. aPfease believe
An, sorry-more sorry than I can tell