San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1926-01-17

Intriguing little DEVIL he said
to himself, "What exactly is her
object in coming here? Wonder
fully attractive, I'll admit, but
there's the CLINT of Adam Ans
combe in those eyes. Wonder if
she thinks she's fooling me?"
Aloud he confessed with touch
of pride that there was some ar
tistry in the embellishing of the
house. She tilted her head as she
half turned in her chair to survey
the room; the flood of crimson
light from the standard lamp
. caressed her beautifully moulded
throat. She had removed one
glove; he marked the gracefulness
of the hand, the delicate white
ness of the forearm. infatuated?
Interested? Not in the slightest.
That CLINT in her eyes reminded
him so forcibly of her father that
he could almost wish she were a
man so that he might administer
a physical rebuke for the insolent
lmpertinence in visiting his home
with the obvious intention of
ferretlng out some secret.
1T must be rather wonderful to
be so wealthy that anything is
purchasablc."
lmpcrtinence? II was absolute
rudcness. 1t was positively cans
comfy" Yet he smiled as though
she were an inquisitive child that
had wandered into his room an
was amusing him with its prattling.
She could have put some sting
into the two words, "even honor"
which she had intended to add.
Wealth is not always luxury"
he said, "Few people attach the
right significance to it. Most of
us are tempted to use it as a
weapon"
Money" She sighed. "WhenI
we have it we profess to envy
those who haven't it; when we're
without it we think hard things of
those who have it. We are very,
very frail," she murmured, dream
lily. Her big eyes We're regarding
him intently as though seeking to
read his mind. "They will not be-
lieve me at home when tell them
have been here" How clumsily
she swung from one topic to
another. Only brother said that |
very few strangers passed over the |
threshold of your door"
Every few he agreed, wonder
ing what the deuce she was aiming |
at.
"And everybody talks about
you"
81 don't thank them for it."
Everything he touches turns to |
gold! That's what they say. Heaven |
knows what you'll say about my
lack of modesty when Pm gone,
but | confess I'm fascinated" I
She dropped her loose glove on
the floor; he stopped quickly to
recover it for her; their hands met
"a silly thing, but both pairs of
cheeks flushed. To her it was as
though she had been scared by
white hot iron; to him it was like
being awakened from a dream of
extreme bitterness to find a sum-
mer sun pouring through the open
windows.
docs finance fascinate you?"
he asked.
at must fascinatc every woman
who yearns to take deep interest
Ia the machinery of the world
the machinery cf human affairs,
| mean. How many women do APP
ply their minds to high finance?
They know that food comes from
some market or other, that money
is coined i'm the mint, that there are
hard times and good times, but
but that's as far as their minds
take them. 1t fascinates me to think
of the human influences behind a
rise or fall" She pursed her lips.
Then, Jumps, should love to go
to the city every day and do a
mans work"
Again he smiled indulgcntly.
81 seldom go to the CITY," he told
her. "My city is upstairs in my
sitting-room."
GLOW lovclyw
"You would like to see it?"
81 should feel honOrcd."
"Come along. Why, you're MAX
ing this afternoon quite memOra-
BILE for me. Brasher and /
Brashcr who admitted you-so sell
dom have a visitor"
She followed him up the stairs to
the sitting room and sat down in
the chair which had been occupied
a little while before by the mys-
ttrious visitor who arrived in the
limousine. OF course she was flout-
ing convention with reprehensiblc
abandon, she told herself, but this
was only par. of the great adven-
ture on which she had embarked.
Suddenly she flung up her beauti-
full head and her nostrils dilated
like those of startled animal.
"You don't like peppermint" He
laughed as he removed the empty
glass from the table to the side
board. And he frowned, his back
being towards her, as she said:
mo, it reminded me of someone
] visited yesterday" There she
stopped. Swete, for the first time,
thought hSrshly of Brasher for not