Evening star., 1923-03-04
"oh, it's gorgeous. isn't ite"

"Oh, It's gorgeous. isn't it?" |
"Oh. yes but it's very alarming |
Alarming. You mean you're fright |
ened?'
necessary one does such things. But |
can't see the slightest need Of risking
ones life when there's nothing to be
gained by it,
compared him with the magnificent
Dicky. "Of course if you're fright
ened-'
I've never gone up without thinking
against the grain when you sent the
other fellow down that way. 1t was
beastIy.'
You mean. you fought-that way:'
against the Turks they bothered us
a great deal. But We managed to stop
Them
She turned glance of curiosity vary
ing between dubiety and respect.
Tell me more. please"
No. I'd rather not he finished
quietly. i've never found much pleas
ure in killing or IN telling of IT.
She gazed at him. round-eyed, with
tones of his voice taxed her credulity.
They differed SO greatly from those of
! Dicky Wilberforce. whose casual refer
! ences to death and destruction filled her
with an abiding admiration. And her
I loyalty 10 Dicky challenged the ret
icence of her present companion, whose
appearance comported so little with his
Aforementioned deeds of adventure. He
was so little heroic. Her Argus glances
saw only the goggles. the bent shoulders
and the shambling gait of this queer
creature as he ambled on beside her.
She wasn't quite certain that she be-
lieved him. A hero who was fright
ened.
Excuse me, DR.. Sangree" she said
with laugh, but you don't seem Of
the stuff that aces are made Of"
I'm not" he said with some dig
! nifty. II wasn't an ace. or anything
like it. You asked me If I'd flown. L
! merely answered your question"
His air of pique amused her. Per-
haps after all her afternoon was not
self satisfied. and his dignity affront-
ed her. She would have liked to stick
pin In him to see il he would really
bleed.
gree" she went on. Il didn't know
ethnologists ever did anything SO ex-
citing
He smiled and stared straight be-
fore him through his goggles. The
war has done some astonishing thinHs
to us ALL" he said.
She caught the significant note in
his words and imagined, it she did
not feel. the reproach.
Exactly what do you mean''' she
"Just what say. We've all done
things we didn't think we could do.
, And the world is hardly the same
place that it was six years ago"
'the world doesn't please you now, Dr..
Sangree?'
Il don't see what difference it can
make whether it pleases me or not"
she said with warmth, you belong to
the crowd who think that the United
States is going to the devil"
"No. The devdl has saved some
waste motion by coming to the United
States" he said with a dry laugh.
you?" she mocked. You see. there
are so many of US and so few Of you"
She might have been more impress
sive il she had been more polite. AS
Perhaps we had better change the
II don't want to change the sub
ject." she said quickly. It's very
amusing. You don't like the manners
Of the day. Why not DR.. Sangree?
Won't you answer me?" +!
AS he was silent. she went on In a |
half bantering tone. You like the
age of ruff1es and lavender. don't you
when women tainted at the sight Of |
they couldn't have their own way?
Lots of good women like that would |
have done in this war;" she finished
contemptuously.
sangree smiled family. Her petu-
lance was rather surprising. |
Let me remind you." he said coolly,
"that my own point Of view need not
concern you in the least |
"It does. I am one of the good little
people that the devil has come to. II
smoke. DR.. Sangree:- I drink: I play
bridge for money: I spend my time |
where / please. ] even drive late at |
night with reckless young men who !
smash machines against fences and
have to be towed in in disgrace by |
perfectly respectable ethnologists |
who look with pity on the error of |
IN ways |
He stopped abruptly and stared at |
her in dismay at her impudence.
Miss Mohun, I beg Of you"
NO, you see, owe you that" she
said. shruGg1n9 lightly. "Of course
,o1 Can th1nk What yoaA please-khAk