The Washington herald., 1922-08-16
The Beautiful
And Damned
By F. Scott Fitzgerald.

Continued from Yesterday.
These aren't town." said Gloria
these are just city blocks
pumped down coldly into waste
acres. / imagine all the men here
have their mustaches stained from
drinking their coffee too quickly In
the morning."
And play pinochle on the commut-
ing trains
What's pinochle?'
Don't be so literal. How should 1
know? But 1t sounds as though they
ought to play it,
II like 1t. 1t sounds as IL 1t were
something where you sort of cracked
your knuckles or something.
Let me drive"
Anthony looked at her susplciously.
You swear you're a good driver?"
"Since / was IA"
He stopped the car cautiously at
the side of the road and they changed
seats. Then with a horrible grinding
noise the car was put in gear. Gloria
adding an accompaniment Of laugh
ter which seemed to Anthony dis
quieting and in the worst possible
taste.
Here we go!" she yelled. "whoo-
oop!'
Their heads snapped back like ma
rionettes on single wire as the car
leaped ahead and curved retchingly
about a standing milk wagon. whose
driver stood uc on his seat and bel
lowed after them. In the immemo-
rial tradition of the road Anthony re-
al xIytf n ArN&
to the grossness Of the milk deliver
ing profession. He cut his remarks
short, however, and turned to Gloria
with the growing conviction that he
had made a grave mistake IN relin-
gushing control and that Gloria was
a driver of many eccentricities and
Of infinite carelessness.
Remember now!" he warned her
nervously. "the man ssid we ough.,'t
to go over twenty miles an hour for
the first 5000 miles"
She nodded briefly, but evidently
intending to accomplish the pro-
hibitive distance as quickly as pos
sible, slightly Increased her speed.
A moment later he made another
attempt.
See that sign? Do you want to
get US pinched?"
oh, for heavens sake" cried
Glorla in evaporation, you all
ways exaggerate things So"
Wen. don't want to get ar
Who's arresting you? You're So
persistent-just like YOU were
night" '
1T was for your own good" :"
Ha! L might as well be living
with mama"
What~a thing to say to me.'
standing policeman sweryer
into view. was hastily passed.
See him?" demanded Anthony.
On' you drive me crazy, He
didn't arrest us. did hep
When he does it'll be too late.
countered Anthony brilliantly,
Her reply was scornfuI, almost
injured.
why. this old thing won't 20
TT isn't DID,"
1T is in spirit.
laundry bags and Gloria's annstite
as one of the trinity of contentinn
he warned her of railroad tracks.
ne pointed out Approaching ante
mobiles; finally he insisted on taxi
ing the wheel and a furious. in.
suited Gloria sat silently beside
MN between the towns of Larch-
mont and Rye.
BUT IL was due to this furfou.
silence of hers that the gray hons.
materialized from its abstraction
TOT lust beyond Rye he surrendercd
gIoomiiy to 1t and rerelinquished
the wheel. Mutely he beseeched
her and Gloria, instantly cheered
vowed to be more careful. But ne
ca use a oiscourteous street car per-
sisted callously in remaining unon
It's track Gloria ducked down
side street-and thereafter that ~
ternoon was never able to and her
way back to the post road. The
street they finally mistook for n
LOST It's post-road aspect when in
mad gone nve miles from Cos Cob.
macaoam became gravel, then
oirt-moreover, IT narrowed and de-
veIoped a border of maple trees,
through which filtered the wester-
ing sun. making it's endless expert
ments with shadow designs upon
the long grass.
We're lost now" complained
Anthony.
Read that signw
"Marietta-Five miles. What's
Marietta?"
Never heard of 1t. but let's 20
on. We can't turn here and there's
probably . detour back to the post
road"
The way became SCARED with
deepening ruts and insidious shoul-
ders Of stone. Three farm houses
faced them momentarily, slid by.
A town sprang up in a cluster of
dull roofs around a white, tall
steeple.
Then Gloria, hesitating between
two approaches. and making her
choice too late. drove over q nre
hydrant and ripped the transmits
sion violently, from the car.
1t was dark when the real estate
agent Of Marietta showed them the
gray house. They came upon 1t
Just west OF the village, where II