Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1922-09-25

Nhrery, n SHADOW clOudlns INV Sti'h
,tv of her wide gray eyes. Bob had
been in there whole hour, closetcd
ni,b si'as Worth, millionaire manu-
,,,turer--his errnnd was to ask for
J.sn's hand in marriage. She had been
listening TO the bass murmur of their
ro,ces--now It stopped suddenly. She
i,oorJ one or two sentences. and then
~. library door opened and closed,
"a i,oh Dacrc walked briskly through
,be hall, past tho living room where
she waited 'exrectnntly. and out or
VI" without one word she gasped,
drawing back from the window as he
rsn down the steps and swung down
mo path to the gate. lie held his head
hish, and he whistled as he went
without one backward glance. g.,
The library door opened ana her
father crossed the hall and came to her,
n onizzical look in his eyes. Jean
b,ushed hotly.
"Well?" she asked.
Hc waved his hand. "Gone. Plucky
beerar. too. Said he came to ask my
consent 10 your marriage he
could earn some kind Of II living-and
,het If you were the right kind Of II
cirl---the kind he thought you were.
that you'd want to help him build.
offered him a position in the works
inc chance for advancement, but he
turned it down. Said he wanted TO be
n self made man. that he WASH hiring
ont as q SON in law. Ila. LA lie
laughed rcminisccn.ly. 49,.
"Wh--what did you think of him.
daddyt'
"Spunky--liked his independence
VIC will hear Of him some day. lranie
Told me of his peopla-good family,
little money, and out OF. luck. Is alone
IN the world. and hound TO succeed
Iet him try--in the meantime you had
bottcr play about awhile--your Aunt
Louise is going 10 Enrop" and viii
take YOU along with her--bettcr SO.
Very we'll. daddy, said !eanie'
and he did not sec the fame that
snoldered in her eyes. So Bob had
flung away without wanting to see
her again: two could play NJ that
game, she thought rs she went to the
telephone 10 call her aunt. She loved
Bob dearly and would gladly have mar
led him. if he had only consented to ac-
rcpt little help from her Cather-iust
TO start in life. The years Of the war had
left Bob Dacrc physically whole and
sound bur his job had been filed.
Although Jean Worth, watched and
waited during the days of her prepara.
ton, she sailed away without ono word
of explanation from Bob Da"r". Sh"
was TOO proud 10 lot him know of her
sailing.
II will forget him." She declared
passionatcly.
But she did not--coud not. when
she visited the devasted regions Of
France and Bclgium--saw the battle =
fields where Bob and his comrades had
fonrht--when she wep' over the poppy e
fields of Flanders where her plarmatcs
md friends had laid down their lives
and when summer waned she returned
70 hcr own home, scrcnc'y- eyed, gray"
and less selfish.
Rut Jean fre,ted. She refused all
Invitations. read n great deal and took
solitary walks.
Hang his priIr." blurt"d out Silas
Worth in ,h" solitude nf his study.
This il th" limit 80 So ho stamped
down the hall (" his daughter aud
eyed her stcrnly. lyon look paIc.
Jcnnc. Get some things togcthcr-~I an.
going down I" til" works in III" ear ;
We snail stay n few days and you can
bonrd with Mrs. Lawrence.
il was cod brt0her morning wh"n
the his car Of Silas Worth drew up in
The driveway Of the great factory her"
were carefully kept lawns and shrubber!
and the remains Of blooming flower
beds.
"You have made some changes since
'It was.' he said briefly.
"You have built new restaurant
isn't it prctty?' Jean pointed across
the inclosurc to n small red brick
bungalow, smothered in woodblnc. where
sign swung to and fro. Good
Eating, read the signboard.
That's not the factory restaurant
new chap came along and rented that
little building and has opened cafe
teria-we have had to close our lunch
room, didn't pay. Said his mother was
nm invalid and he had learned to cook
here TO help. Better go over there and
eat your lunch--I will come over l'Her
have to soc Ferguson first
Jean walked slowly to tho cafeteria
few men and girls were going in
people from the offices. for the factory
whistle had not sounded the noon hour
inside it was clean and Checry. with
painted floors and tables and chairs
with pots Of red geraniunlS in tho
window. Jean picked up tray. with
the necessary silver. and approached
the open space wher" line was formed
Jean studied the bill of fare on the
wall IN front Of her.
chicken soup---and' Jean stared n,
the white clad young man who, with
showy shirt sleeves rolled to his elbows
was standing with tho soup ladle poiseC
in air, How big and hearty h" looked
how clean and wholesome and hspp!
m the humble business nf feeding hun.
cry people. IIc smiled and bowed tr
Jean, while rcd flush struggled
hrougb tho tan Of hts skin. She Went
to distant table and tried To cat. but
listening TO tho soynd Of his "h"erS
voice AS he greeted one after another
ahc foil 10 dreaming and when her
father appeared the soup was cold an,
forgotten. S!ns Worth brought n
heavily laden tray and with him cam,
the young proprietor to bend above tbs
secluded table.
~ just saw Jean. sir--it's taken m!
breath away. Mr.. Worth-and il sh,
won't marry me--as am-makine