Evening star., 1923-03-04

did, for she was known as the human
question mark when not indulging in
the perpendicular pronoun. But she
submerged herself in the interest of
his narrative. and in the general con-
vtrsation that followed David San
gree found himself. quite uninten-
tionally, the center of group which
listened as he talked 1t was sor-
did tale, uncolored. of plague. pesti-
lence and famine. of battle, murder
and sudden death, and, the crust OF
his reserve broken. Sangree warmed
to his hobby. which was that OF at
tempting to save a Christian people
from determination. If he talked. as
Cherry Mohun had said. like a book,
and If his manner had none OF the
flambDyant self-confidenCe to which
she was accustomed, there was in his
even tones a deep note of sincerity
which seemed to hold his listeners
without difficulty. According to the
standards that Cherry had SET. TINS
ethnolOgist person compared unfaVor-
ably with almost every young man
OF her acquaintance, and yet she
found herself pausing in her con
versation with Mr.. Lycett to listen
to the dry insistence of his voice.
which. though unpleasant to the ear.
thority which compelled her in spite
Of herself. She had made up her
mind To suuh him. but he hadn't given
her the chance.
1t was seldom that Jim Mohun had
found time ru make an appearance
at any Of his wife's lat homes" espe-
ciaily since She had chosen to dedl-
cate her Sunday afternoons TO the
patronage of the arts. and he entered
his own drawing room upon these oc-
casions with an air of furtiveness and
unease. But today, spying George
Lycett. he crossed to him at once.
gave him a hearty handclasp and in
the redistribution of groups which
followed Joined the newest Nlsltor
and made him welcome.
"Ah. Sangree." he said with smile.
so glad you've looked US up. I've
wanted very much to have you meet
the family
Thanks said Sangree. TT has
been very pleasant.
'I don't get time to go In much lot
these highbrow affairs" he whispered
Rather dull. between you and me. If
you're bored. suppose we go out on
the terrace. I'd like you to see the
place. too" He caught the younger
man by the arm and led the way to-
ward the nearest French window. ny
which Cherry Mohun now sat with
the baritone who was promising her
that his next song would be address
ed 10 her violet-blue eyes
"Oh. Cherry" broke in her father
as he espied her. you've met Dr
Sansree stockholder in some of my
companies. My daughter. doctor
want you to be good friends. Won't
you take Sangree out and SHOW
him the place, Cherry? That Is. II
"Martelli," said the Italian, bowling
stiffiy. -,
"If Signor Martelli will permit
1t was awkwardly done at best and
to Cherry seemed too pointed to De
quite agreeable That was the trou-
Bile with dad. he always had TO De
Offering people on the altar or ousi-
10 osysr N
of hers if goggle-eyes was mixed In
some OF her fathers business ven
lures? And yet she was not too dull
to be aware of her fathers INSIST
ence. So she preceded them to the
terrace. acauiescent but oored ana
little angry at having let herself IN
for such an unpleasant afternoon. 1t
was almost enough to have been
cheated out of her flight in the ar
plane with Dicky without having this
her throat. Now, probably she
would miss her ride on Bramble into
the bargain. But she felt intuitively
that. no matter how boring, she must
do as her father wished, at least this
once. for he did look tired and Wor-
ried IT seemed so strange that
neither her mother nor her brother
Bob had noticed 1T.
Outside, upon the terrace. Jim Mo-
hun pointed out the beauties of the
hand the sunken garden now ablaze
with his prize dahlias and chrysan--
themums. the wide lawn now STEPPED
sound sn a through the bordering forests.
"old place I picked picked up; only the the
can't grow woods like those over
Handsome" muttered Sangree. his
gaze on Cherry.
lizard Job during the war to keep
enough people on the place to look
after things. but We've managed
somehow. Those are the stables over
there: the garage beyond. Are you
interested in horses? We have few
good ones. Cherry. my daughter.
rides to the hounds-rides straight.
too. they tell ME. Eth, my dear?" He
matted her broadcloth shoulder affec-
fibnately. Suppose you take DR..
Sangree out and show him around
Having thus carefully DESTROYED his
daughtsrs hopes OF retnsvinE her