Evening star., 1929-10-20
EmeraMs, Pearls
|and an Indian
Sumner Romance
High Abo0e NeeO
YorkH Nigh
BE Termed a '.Bn
Of SeasonabIe
Fiction. =

w,- EFT it be said at the beginning that this
is not an improper story. For the
reason that what may seem improper
4 in many corners of the United States
- in November is not at all improper in
ew York in October. In Indian Summer, in
ew York. anything can happen and be all
int Even the most Improbable things are
rfectIy probable-so probable that
Well, consider the tale of Miles Forman, walk
3 along the terrace which surrounded his roof
b apartment six stories above Fifty-f1fth
rect, nervous and depressed.
The sun was setting down somewhere at the
Outh Of the East River. Somewhere at dizzy
epth below Miles feet tugboat nosed its way
hder the Williamsburg Bridge. For not only
hs this = penthouse apartment-the most
ught-after type Of dwelling in New York-but
was situated on that part Of the river front
nich the rich have taken over for their own.
si<haE you be dining at home sir?" The dis
|eSE voice Of Forman's valet. Briggs inter-
pted his moody pacing.
"No--yes-yes, I shall. About 0, Briggs, and
bt Il out here on the terrace, win you? Come
ling cold. And put bottle Of champagne on
NJ now"
why not dine at home. after ali7 At least he
Ould be alone and not have 70 answer the
osslhle questions OF his friends about Marion.
D took from his pocket the letter he had had
koEn her that day, mailed from Paris week
eaxt already. he allowed himself the morbid
easuke Of reading It over again.
EARTON'S letter had told him that she de-
sired TO break her engagement with him In
rder b marry count from one Of Frances
dest families. She wanted to live abroad, she
nded. and his ring was being returned on the
bat which would bring the letter.
Miles drew from the same pocket which had
e1d the letter . small jewelers. bod and opened
he lid. Against the white velvet bIazed the
HIory Of huge, square-cut emerald. The emer-
ld had mot been his idea. He had brought her,
he day after she promised to marry him. q
earl ring which had been hts mothers. It was
great sentimental value 70 Miles, for IL had
een his mothers only beautiful jewel. Since
is mothers death he had kept 1t, meaning tt
r his own beloved some day. Well, she
led not wanted It. She had exclaimed that IL
bnss % cld-fashioned-so small-n0t ct all the
Drt Of thing people were wearing. This ener-
"a had been her choice. Fascinating, glitter
ng. cold. al show. Like Marion.
"Confound it, IL she wants q second-rate
0unt and house In France, might as well
orget her." said Miles aloud again.
He turned impatiently and entered the apart
aent. On . long Spanish table stood . picture
4 Marion, framed In massive carved silver.
Hiies stood and looked at IL.
Marion's letter called him q plain American
business man." To be the head Of one Of the
itys largest banks at barely 30 means that o
nan knows business, In and out. Ailes Forman
soOd 8 feet tall. in his well cut clothes. The
body of an athlete, and an athletes easy grace
4 carriage. His hair clung, crisp and dark, to
us well modelled head. A small mustache ac-
ented the curve Of his pleasant mouth. His
yes, somber now could sparkle with interest
Ind amusement. Few women had ever found
GIles plain. But he wasn't, of course, . count.
"a count, my dear" he addressed the picture,
with nothing to count. Well, can't say feel
IS heartbroken as you would like to believe . /. :"
He slid the picture from It's frame and walked
but onto his terraced roof again, holding the
photographers very successful effort in his
hand. Then, with deliberation, and as IL he
eaIIy enjoyed 1t, he tore 1t across. again and
NhRain, until all that was left was q handful Of
nch-sman fragments.
He walked to the far edge of the roof. This
Vas not the river side, but the back of the great
hew apartment. He looked down into the clut-
tared yard of q crumbling old house on Fifty
bixth street. made over into dozen small apart
nents, any one of which would have been swal-
lowed UP in single room Of the suites OF its
hfistocratic neighbor. With rather dramatic
Gesture Miles threw the pieces Of Marion's pic
lure over the iron-grilled rail- and watched
Them idly as they fiuttered down. Two'or three,
blown by little gust of wind, landed on small
Pre- escape beneath q window Of the old house.
The wind moved them: stirred the white cur
lain which blew out from the window. And
buddenly. over the sill, bounded small. very
auffy, very yellow Angora kitten. The kitten