Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1922-12-18
The SubcOnscious COurtship
modern woman sehsms suors from interior.
ing with her Rfs 10 told In this foscinotios novsi
By BERTA RICK
Author Of "TNs Wrong M Aront Ro,.r ste
Copyright, 1852. Dodd. Msad d 90.

want IL | NAV, i don't know "
Then he turned md walked 70 IN +.
ker street, down York MACE INST Port.
mnn Souare md on En- Norhio Arcb
He walked ouictly' mo n man does
rocins snes'l '"' ""''' 10 "'rA'"s a.
hroush Sr MI the 'sonShss eo%ns TeTs sasryns him
Clover; very henvy weothsr ;ndeed'
Fully determined he was 70 point ont
to her exactly what her conduct looked
like.
lndiscreet wos n very mild way Of
putting it.
1t was only n chnnco that she'd becn
seen by young O'Brien who was n de.
cent fellow. He might take it as a
matter of course TINT Mrs, IN rm;cboei
was always about with an old ndmirer.
Other people would have much more TO
say about it than that BY Jove,
Did she, Clover, want TO hive her
name continually coupled with that Of
tint waster, that rotten young hanger.
on. She was going the right wny for IL.
etc.
And why lie? Yes; WHY lie about
1t. only this morning? etc. Any hus.
band who was worth his salt. efc.
He, Carmichael, didn't intend to take
1t lying down, that, etc, etc,
In short, he fumcd his mind n chnos
and a loud one, for every clicbe so :
I itself from the denths. , We nrowiscJ rmUi,ci
himself that presently he would repeat
every word of this to that girl her.
self.
lie glanced ut his watch. II was
| still early.
He turned into tho park, sat down
on chair under the budding elms,
and gloomily smoked n couple of pipes
while he watched small boys bowling
thcir hoops along the paths, little girls
| flying their colored balloons, and
impartially out upon their nurses, upon
| the crocus- speckled grass, upon the
passers- by.
Children" thought Carmichael
brusquely. "When you're quite
young fellow you think you'd hate to
be bothered with them. Get on 10
thirty, and you don't welcome prospect
of being sure you'll never have any
of your own.
Again he looked at his watch. Half
past four. His angry thoughts had
Gtnseu I;.'s ~ Shout luile NJ n9istis wi'H;n
I Iu m "' '.. -.
,haae .h ms way Dhck TO nreeh sttee'i 10
,na' ,i houSc uN'oeu' uio n''eo HIS hc9
| INTO tne 'ocK. ,
~ IN, lhe nuu hltiu came up /" m..,
-, mrs. Carmichaei ~ III 'he sarue''
S'r: ::.D;, o. ..,, . ., Al, .,,.,,
,,ines, SIT. .,
yer! wei.
| ne went through tne l9hs Wlhuo"s
| OF tne uih,ng room lhto the snraeh ~
'"J on.h VI in5 .our, ..,., H..
| was caieu sarueii Du' was az
| tunliy square Space OF turi ana stoh"'
psved waits, overlooked Dy me DaCks
pis housts' nleis enough II 'ooNt.
nh VI .n,S "i.einooh I, Oh !a'e MIrcn; ye'
,s.;oai,v aT om,"u hoomt,: oe" ooni "raors
",n IL, .'onuo, Dean.s " sooi s'e',,
anu st,ter ss"!s "Hu soit proWhs. n III
the lie n!ust OF inc Mrsese grass pa'Gn
t"e;' tneie t Was e Saons io.u. ,i.., I "unve .s
o"S,m ,n,,,i imG nS,,e VI i'.ie stu.oy ".e
,,o,ts ,tai VIII S..ni Sii' "SSpu S.ppii, mnDso
i' .nTu'n u, spou.eu :r!S'ai. stunning oe
~ ,Ii' .o"n, m, ",.n o.e l'o. w..
.mI .nr 'utb tb was EV'' s"I'mS uCm" Ut th ,he
| carp that 2ilnted 10 ana lro III tHe
'h"''o" w"''r.
lie WOrshiped Her!
Carmichael came toward her.
She was oil I'm gray as she had been
! at lunch; and in her cloud gray furs
were nestled still that fellows sunshine
yellow orchids. Vivid and fresh she
! stood ont against the background Of tall
sray houses, OF broad stone walks, of
emerald turf. Of chill, spraying water Of
bleak London sky! SO beautiful she
was that Carmichael, full to the lips of
passionate jealousy and jealous passion,
felt he could scarcely bear the sight
Whatever she did or said or was, he
owed her. lie worshiped and desired
her so that the pain of it nearly stunned
him.
He said, II wanted to speak to
yOu.' in the Quietcst voice that even |
Clover had ever heard from even him.
She drew her gray. shod foot from the |
curb of the fountain. and glanced to-
ward the long windows of the dining |
room behind him. Very quietly also. !
but with every nerve of her still ex.
pectant Of the coming storm she an
swered 'Shall we 20 in, them
mo- Carmichael answered. II can |
say all | have to say here. l won't |
bother you for more than few mill
utes.'
Her gray ewes widened. For. sud.
denly, she saw what Suddenly he had
decided to himself.
There would be no storm. There
How. indeed, could there be any
scene? Things were altogether too bad
for that. A scene. with arguments,
angry words, reproaches, recrimina.
tions-all this is for a situation where
there is still hope. Here. as things
Stood there was no hope. End it. That
was the only way. End it.
For how could lie reproach her
with deceiving him, lying to him, pre-.