The Washington times., 1924-12-22
By Eleanor Meherin
The Biggest and Best Story of
Her Career.


ny OW they stood in beautiful
living room with q sweep of
bay ana misty hills from its
windows. and Sally sighed: This
is just what we want its about
three times what we can pay. Our
limit Is $780,"
That. Richard informed her, was
the rent Of this apartment. Finally
he explained. Six months ago he
had rented the apartment, intend
ing to move to II from the hotel
rs q matter Of fact he owned the
building and had kept this apart
ment vacant for himself. He In
tended. eventually perhaps next
year, to occupy It.
In the meantime he was out the
rent. Their $50 would be velvet.
II they wanted it they could have
II.
They lay awake hours arguing
about 1t. What did Richard care
about money? why shouldn't they
take it? Lord! How could Richard
Carlisle hurt them? That old
stuff about men getting girls into
compromising positions was RI
diculous. He was affable as could
be. Well, as for Sal, she'd grab
the chance. OF course she was
safe. Richard wasn't showering
her with lilies of the valley and
all the latest books.
''But, then, we can move at a
moments notice, can't wee Be
sides. he, says rents are coming
down and he's not giving us much
for nothing because well let him
store some OF his things there
oh, let's take it"
Nora Lee clasped her arms
under her head. Richard knew
she was Indifferent TO him; there
was nothing villainous or mean in
his nature-why was one to
suspect every man in the world
Of infamy?
Sunday afternoon they began to
pack up their things. They went
jostling about the room carrying
books, roaring with laughter,
nudging each other.
Visit From Max.
They took the apartment. Rich
ard paid them a visit the evening
they moved In He carried them
off to = little Greek restaurant
for a ham and egg supper. He
said he would send UP a few pic
lures and other things he had in
storage IL they didn't mind. They
could take care Of them in return
for the use.
Two weeks later Max stood in
the living room. The sun played
over the rich, living colors in the
immense oriental rug; 1t caught
a silver light from a mirror ana
threw it on the long black teak
wood table SO like its chaste
carving that it might have been
q match for Margaret's desk.
Max glanced at a. picture, q
small steel engraving of a man,
q boat and tossing sea. This
is a wonderful thing you have
here, Nora Lee"
She nodded. . An underlined
alarm kept her chatting brightly.
She wished Sally would hurry UP
and get in.
"Your mother had some very
beautiful things, didn't she?''
"Yes-this desk and those Chi
nese robes. I love the chest"
"This table is the best Of them
all ="
That's not ours. That belongs
60 Richard"
He wheeled about, an intense
pallor enveloping his cheeks,
spreading even to his lips: 'RIch-
ard's!'
Demands Answer.
"Well, yes! And the rug is his
and the pictures. We made the
drapes. He's keeping these things
here instead of in storage. It's
extremely nice in here, isn't it?"
''Is that davenport his?"
"Yes-well what are you so in
censed about?"
Max walked over to the daven-
port and pulled It roughly from
the wall. He said quietly: That's
. brand new piece Of furniture"
1T isn't. 1T came with the
other things"