Evening star., 1923-03-01

Dear Mr. Lycett." she said. won't
YOU come to the rescue? Dicky has to
drive me home and he's so used to fly
ing in the air that he forgets there
are trees and things. And Jack has
had more than enough already. But
She nodded prettily to them both.
George Lycett was already holding
out his empty glass.
Cherry You angel child" he
sangree. Oh. I forgot. You haven't
scientist. Stranded In the east when
the war broke out. Been with the Near
East Relief. Please be kind to him
He's even thirstier than am"
while she poured the insidious orange
blossom, which masqueraded as
orange Pekoe.
AT closer range David Sangree was
aware of a swift careless glance OF
appraisal from the Argus glance
which passed quickly to Mr.. Lycett::
And in that glance he had a. sense Of
being swiftly appraised, catalogued
and labeled. She would have none OF
him. The bent shoulders, the studious
air, the tortoise-shen glasses belong
ed to one who clung close TO the
earth. What had he in common with
these others who Glove the air ana
killed gloriousIy in the lust OF bat
tie? The thing that impressed him
most about her was her intense vital
ity. He realized from the natural
color of her lips and cheeks that the
rouge stick and the powder bali were
mere accessories of the feminine
trade, a part of the technic of en-
chantment, which she might well have
foresworn. And yet subtly she irri-
tated him She was SO self-sufticle lent.
George Lycett had succumbed at
once to her generosity. She was' IL
seemed. one Of his favorites; n,,nan.
There's no greater complment =
than that pait by Beuaty to Age, he
"oh, thanks" said the girl care.
lessly. But you needn't accuse me OF
politeness. I'm not polite. polite If y you pas Gent
Dicky drinks he never knows when
Lycett drank and then murmured.
TITS really pathetic how dependent
munificence Of our friends. How is
your mother, my dear? AS beautiful
"SIotherw Cherry Mohun shrugged
in a bored way. GOOD Lord, yes. It's
her speciality"
swinging her legs. I'm coming out
this fall. I've got to-rm twenty.
Mother put 1t off as long as she couid.
She says 1t puts her on the smell AS
if anything could do that! But I'm not
keen about IT. It's rotten pore 70
have to be so terribly pleased about
everything. You'll come to my tea,
though. won't you?"
We'll, rather. I'm a hardy peren.
NAL, Age cannot wither, ct cetera.
age! Nobody's old any more.
And nobody's young, my dear. You
youngsters have toppled from the
nursery steps directly upon tho hard
pavement Of life"
"Yes," said the girl, toying With the
teapot. that's so: 60 feel, feel 2 ennored aancs,~
"But 1 do love life Don't your" 49,
"If I didn't" said Mr.. Lycett. II
shouldn't be here"
This conversation had completely
shifting from one foot to the other ami
marveling at the personal quality In
Cherry Mohun's remarks. She was as
downright as the MONDAY sum.
Il do wish, Cherry, that you'd pay
some attention to David Sangree,
panion's discontinue. He has been
trying to offer you q health for at
least four minutes"
''Oh, beg pardon
Hes a friend Of your father and
one of our most distinguished etbnol-
ogists. Before the war"
What on earth is that?" asked
Cherry, for the first time fixing San
gree with her blue gaze.
"An ethnologist, my dear, Is g per-
son who studies the habitat and Gus
toms Of the different races and fami-
lies OF the earth. DR.. Sangree~
'How terribly interesting" said
Cherry, listlessly. and then, with q
laugh, II hope he won't be able to
make q study Of the Mohun family"
"At least one member of 1t would
repay" said David Sangree In his
stilted way.
She glanced at him earnestly. This
queer creature was actually saying
something nice. Funnyl A moment
ago he had looked . hundred. Now
when he smiled he seemed much
younger than herself. And his eyes.
even through their goggles, were
rather compelling.
You wouldn't find me worth while"
she said dryly, trying quite hard to
be polite. would he, Mr.. Lycett?
"That depends. I've Just been tell
ing him that he needs livenfng up.
1 fancy a study at close range Of a
debutante of this year would be some-
thing of a liberal education in the
habitat and customs Of the tribe Of
Manhattan, in the year OF grace
nineteen twenty.
Cherry Mohun laughed. IT like
that" she said. with a shrug.
"You needn't pay much attention
to what Mr.. Lycett says" put in San
gree quietly. "Besfdes, I don't dare
to hope you'd care what my opinions
"oh, I don't know. They might be
worth WHILE" she said, indi6eFently.
spo come ID some Sunday afternoon