Evening star., 1923-03-28

the certainty of her inspiration, but
he was sure that It was 10 be put TO
the trial. Already she had heard the
raSp of bitter tongues, felt the gnaW
of a heavy heart. known the pain of
lonely SilenceS but these were only
the beginning of her venture. There
would be some trying momentS-SOme
dangerous ones. How was she equip
ped to meet the bitterness of world
which had shown only smiling face
lie saw her radiance already dimmed,
her color stained with weariness. her
warmth chilled by the cold touch of
materialism. And yet was it not
possible that out of the struggle
which was to come something more
splendid than the radiant Cherry
might emerge-a creature Sent!ent to
the real meanings of life, Il woman
burnt off in the fires of life. her
character incorruptible in disapp"nt-
ment and pain? The flowerlike
beauty of her face which had first
attracted him seemed less significant
now. 1t was of other beauties that
he was thinking-the scarcely re-
Tealed inner beauties of her spirit
which had emerged into the light at
the first need.
He could not reproach himself for
the counsel that he had given her.
God knows he had no hope of bene-
fitting by It. He needed no salve to
against the thought of this preposter
Gus marriage, born out of the enormi-
ties of modern social dogma, which
traced their origin back to the jungle
oned in cattle. There was higher
value here. not to be computed in the
conventional way. Alicia Mohun did
not know this Cherry that Sangree
was John Chichester. with all his
knowledge of the characteristics Of
women Of another sort. capable of
passing Judgment upon her.
sangree smiled grimly as he
thousand dollars! How many head Of
cattle did that amount represent ac
cording to the appraisal of the jungle
north of 42d street? A shrewd device
of Mrs. Mohun's, but paltry. un-
worthy and not quite human. Chi
chester wanted Cherry, but he should
not have her. No. by God!-anybody
but him-even Bruce Cowan-but not
John Chichester,
Pacing furiously on his way home,
DR. Sangree was in a savage mood
when he reached his dwelling place.
The night man at the elevator was
nodding over a newspaper when San
gree entered, but he rose with an air
of sudden awakening to his responsi-
bilities, which. 1T seemed, had been
definitely challenged.
"I don't like to speak about it, SIR
b e said with solemn air as he seized
the hoisting apparatus of the lift.
but you must know the rule about
women here at night"
Sangree boiled within, but he gov
erned his tongue.
"Well?' he asked
THAT young woman in your apart
ment, SIR said the man coolly. II
don't want to report it. but, you see.
I'm here to keep the rules. II wont
do to let il pass"
swift movement in which to de-
eide whether to knock the man down
or to hand him bank note. Sangree
resisted the first impulse which
would have precipitated the car into
the basement or sent it through the
tosti hs w.s NV sister , he lied calmly
"she didn't know the rule. She won't
"oh. I see, sir But. of course,
have to do my duty"
The elevator stopped and .Sangree
drew bill from his pocketbook.
"All right. Just forget it, he
growled.
"oh. all right, sir. But you under
~Yes, I do. Goodnight" he snapped
and went down the hallway. Damn
the mani He was too civil by half.
and his solemn air didn't conceal his
insulting metropolitan omniscience.
Sangree turned the key and opened
the door The room was redolent of
her moments of penance and his own
asceticism. The comedy in the ele-
vator seemed cruel piece of buff
fooncry. He had lied to the night
ran and paid for the privilege Of the
lie. Convention again-which made
able acts Of existence! In his mo.