Evening star., 1925-12-06

is. Don't you see?" She sat on the
bed and pulled the covers over her
knees. Hes not the kind of man
who falls In love. I'm afraid"
Well" supplemented Sylvia. II
ought to get human-interest story for
the sacrifice of this night. Which is
it to be? Wall Street Neds Bohemia
or Love Victim Swallows Caroolic.
VIII Live? Either is good for a COL
umn and a half"
stop, Sylvia. You're not being
helpful at ALL Now, do YOU really
believe he's already married~and ter
ribly unhappy and desperately in love
and trying to conquer the barrier be-
tween us?'
Sylvia shook her head sadly. "Once
, IL Sainte Genevieve. always" she said.
60 fragile are the petals Of romance
~ and so easily bruised against great
hard" cities. The wrong step made,
the wrong word said. and between the
lover who emerged from the man no.
body knew and the girl who fell on the
sidewalk all the unimpOrtant millions
swarm. until the two are forever lost.
Am episode closes up like a weary
flower and dies into memory instead
OF living on into life.
Susan met Hobbs Dulaney on the
was an odd hour for him to be home.
But he had always maintained odd
hours, the privilege OF being conse-
puential. she supposed, and she didn't
observe that he was pale and leaning
| against the rail- Small chance. for
that matter, had she to observe any
thing.
Hobbs Dulaney held her two shoul-
ders an instant, peerfng at her. There
<.fs LII,
now. Once an. 1S-year-old boy had
held her just that way. Then deliber-
ately Hobbs Dulaney drew her up and
kissed her many timeS-as no boy
could ever have done 1t, and as no
other person in the world could have.
probably. Il didn't mean to, Susan"
he said. II didn't intend to tell you.
1t was just-seeing you unexpected
ly." Susan's soul returned To her
body in time to hear the rest. 1t
made her cold suddenly. and then
angry.
"Bscause / can't marry you ever.
Susan. I'll never be able to. I'm not
your sort. 1 don't belong here. Per
haps can take you away to where l
do belong"
She pushed him back 80 it was
that all along. You're not my sort but
you would like to take me away with
you? l wondered if that was what
you wanted" Hobbs Duianey would
never know how near in the whirl OF
her fury was the impulse to say.
We'll, take me then. Take me fast
and far" 1t was Susan's jeopardy.
1t had been growing in her with the
balmy days and cool. moist nights.
But there were "a Winters against the
Jeopardy of Spring. enough to deny it
victory at the test. She gained the
| third floor corridor before her anger
became anything else.
Hobbs Dulaney remained on the
stair landing. bewildered. Then some
thing relaxed him. seeming bitter
ness. and he turned slowly down and
out upon the street
IT remained for a man named
Pickett to discover the real truth
| about Hobbs Dulaney. and Pickett
took an unfair advantage of humanity,
| anyway. by regarding it from the al
most deistically abstract viewpoint of
a cellar window. Besides. he noticed
shoes-which is also obviously unfair.
But. fair or unfair, he did 1t, and so
| one evening not long after that he be-
held a familiar, beautifully made. neat
| ly spatted pair Of them on the side.
| walk in the dead center Of the vision
of his window. Then came the revela-
ton. One Of the beautifully made,
neatly spatted boots was lifted up so
| that a match could be struck against
it-and there was a hole as big as a
dollar in the sole of that boot clear
through to the-foot.
Well, There was the whole thing.
Mr.. Hobbs Dulaney ipso facto wasn't
a Wall Street baron.
OF course, this conclusion put an OBJ
legation upon Pickett to which he was