The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1924-12-13
By Eleanor Meherin
The Biggest and Best Story Of
Her Career.
CHAPTER LXIV.
Should a Girl Tell Him?

CHAPTER LXIV.
Should Girl Tell Him?
MORA LEE sat on the PROV of the
= boat. The breeze blew cody
against her face. She made a
resolute fight against the misery
that now began to trickle drop-by
drop on her thoughts. She kept
before her the image OF the wild
canary, trailing its music
through the trees-beautiful, ev-
erything was beautiful. Yet the
impulse to shed causeless tears
grew.
She wondered why she was so
unhappy. a little while since she
was glad tunefully glad. The
forest. Max taking her hands. the
sun dappling through the leaves
what was wrong in q scene Of
such idyllic beauty? What was
wrong in two people who were
young kissing each other? Moth.
ing!
This Is YOU"
Yet she became confused with
heat and faintness. From some
where as though outside herself
came a menacing: But this is
the way things begin j
She asked: ''Why do I do it?"
ana shrank from a sudden remem.
brance Of the flaming tide. care
less and abandoned, that had come
with song against her heart.
She cringed as her thought
brought before her wild, flaunt-
ing impulses and said: "This is
your
Yes - there she was, unre-
strained, impetuous, demanding
worse, much worse than others.
She imagined that no girl in the
world had ever been so troubled.
She thought with sinking dis
may: 81 am bad at heart. It
must ber' She recalled scorch-
ingIy that in the last month,
when she went dancing at the
hotels with Richard, she had
ignored and liked it when his
Hips touched her hair; she had
felt a triumph when he swept
her in close, momentary embrace
- the music ceased. whispering:
"I'm bewitchedr'
That was but vanity, perhaps.
Everyone is vain. She could
pardon herself here.
Admits Tempting.
Her attitude to Max was differ
eRt. She tempted him into kiss
ing her. She wouldn't deny it.
Her arms reached up--not once
but several times. She had been
glad about it. She thought it a
thing Of joy-a singing thing.
This must prove her utterly
abandoned-different from other
girls.
She considered this a while.
Different? But Connie boasted
Of her heathenish delights; Sally
grew morose with envy; Minna
had been discovered trying out
Barbara La MARI lovemaking on a
youth Of seventeen.
She informed herself cynicaIly:
Eyes, I'm different because they
do things and forget about 1t. 1
do them and haggle .lfterward. I
want it with my senses and re-
gret it with my mind" Sud.
denly she added That's it--the
thing itself isn't wrong, but our
thought about it, is" And she
fell to wondering what kind Of a
young, happy world it would be
II the mind didn't turn back
and create shames Of which the
Thoughts Of Dane.
She got small comfort from this
reasoning. For she was suddenly
thinking Of Dane and the way he
had put the ring on her little
finger and had so sweetly kissed
her. A year and half ago.
She rested her chin in her
hands and felt her heart break
ing. Staring at the water she
murmured in an agony Of self
pity: Perhaps / don't love him!
Perhaps I'm incapable Of a love
IKE his. I'm, all earth"
She wished to have this last
phrase denied; to be told that she
was an aspiring and beautiful
spirit. She longed to know what
others really felt-not smarty-
alec boasting, but the deep, hon.
est truth If, for instance,
some girl like herself would stand
On a hilltop and let a searchlight