Beverly banner. [volume] (Beverly, N.J.) 1877-1964, 1925-05-01

Lew one SFlnHeu.
what would make you fall in love
with a woman?'' asked Benham.
almost anything" Peter replied.
But that's not the problem the prob
lem is what will prevent man falling
out?"
You're saying that any woman
that is, with the thing you Americans
call come-on, good or bad-may
make a man fall in love with herr
Il was saying that we are all hypo-
critics. Such woman would touch us
all-affect any of us-me, for instance
We are made ready by wise nature
Stand by for love- she says, and
youth stands by, Benham. But what's
| the use, if that's all? Life is a long
pull. No dimpled chin should be al
lowed to turn the tide No discourse
of brilliance chartered off like a disk
record in a conservatory. No nose
full of the faint odor of violets nor
moonlight on bare shoulder nor a
rating of the old man. That's what /
mean. That's why most men marry !;
but am hardened by too many inspec-
tons of dimpled chins"
"From discreet distance?"
Exactly"
"You want more than that pull of
the moment or the month"
ITO make me give up my own quar-
tiers in New York where the sun comes
in upon my bare ankles and my cof-
fee, and my Jap brings the newspaper
and the cigarettes? ! should be glad
to say sol"
You should try Brena Selcoss."
"Who is she?" asked Peter care
lessly, as he tried his arm out of Its
bandage sling.
"You like the name?"
81 confess"
"Of course-so many names of
women-just the names-give man
thrill Most extraordinary! She's
an American and"
He paused
"SNell, what" asked Devote.
"a puzzle" said Benham. "But
then you are not interested in women"
ITO tell the whole truth, they are
my only interest except food" Peter
said. ''The devil of 1t is that if a man
saw ten thousand of 'em he didn't
want and couldn't love he'd always
expect year after year until he was
ninety that the first over the thou
sand would be the one. Well, that's
what leads us on We all say, No,
thank YOU when the dish is passed,
but we all look to see every last piece
on the dish just the same"
"Brena Selcoss is a friend of my
sister," said Benham. II must say
she takes the breath out of me. It's
that queer combination of beautiful
fresh youth with the flavor of all the
guile and conspiracy of the ages.
She's a Saint Cecilia or a Lucrezia
Borgia. But that's not bothering my
mother"
What bothers her?'
Funny thing. We don't know who
she is. From Texas, / believe. With
some money But why does a girl
from the United States come down to
Beaconshire Heath and buy cottage
next to our place and live in garden
and stay out of London and read lying
fiat on the grass and see nobody and
evade all questions7 And the look in
her eyes"
what look?" asked Devote in the
hush
Fear" said Benham.
"Fear?"
"Yes, fear. And besides there Is
something about her that tells per-
son that she is waiting marking time
-treading understanding out over life
just like watcher on the shore
stares out across the empty sea-"
Maybe she's thinking of an Ice
cream soda"
There's nothing of that kind of
thing in her" the British officer re-
piled with posltIveness. "Your ice
| cream soda and millinery and looking
glass lady has a personality of pink
color. Brena Selcoss is the color OF
freight on the walls of an old tenn
pie"
"You might go ON to say that she
| gives the impression of an Inca
princess. Some dried mummy from
the sands of prehistoric citadel.
Bathed in some magic liquid. her
! limbs expanded to the lovely contour
of girlhOod her face warmed with a
renewed coursing of spirited blood"
You've seen herl" exclaimed Ben
ham.
MY dear fellow. I've never seen
her; but confess that as you talk
| about her feel little as If / had
known her--long ago."
Benham said. Perhaps you could
| lift the cover"
He stopped suddenly.
"And I'd like to have you meet
Muriel, too. She's very decent sort
| of sister. I've mind to give you a
letter to my mother and send you over
the Channel to loaf around in fiannels
at our place in the country"
| ,sItv, loovinO Rraet tomorrow NIGHT