Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-01-23
TODAY
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THE VICARION

cheney. The thing was a fact-it
would be a fact every day. 1t was
already part of life-very much a
part of life, apparently, if pushing
throngs formed criterion No Won
der he stood at his window looking
down upon it.
He caught her hands, he fastened
to bring a chair for her: he was all
eagerness about her strength; he was
all gentleness, really delighted that
she should come so to him, alone. It
seemed to have healed the breach be-
tween them. 1t thrilled her. It went far
In moment to quiet fears, to make
forebodings seem ridiculous, to erase
all memory Of unhappy days when he
had not been so. Excuses for him
swarmed in her heart. It had been she
who had been blind and callous in the
great moment of his life! Sudden hap
piness drowned all recollections of
causes for unhappiness, because she
took each one by the throat and held
1T deliberately under the glittering sur
face OF this moment! Even this whim-
steal conception was part of her ex-
uberance.
And it seemed a huge Joke when
he showed her his mail. A dozen let
tiers from women-the feature she saw
first and feigned not to See because she
hated the other pose of feigned raillery.
dozen letters-yeS, morei-long
square, large and small, pink, blue, gray,
and lavender! But his manner over
them was just right-that was what
made the humor of it apparent. He was
not too Indifferent, nor too much
amused, nor subtly glowing, nor over
cold. He said he supposed there would
always be women who would flock after
suddenly conspicuous man, as pigeons
do after one who has corn to scatter
Then he showed her that the women
were not alone in their hero-hunting
There were scores of Extraordinarily!
from men, ranging from yelled
threats to open begging.
She suspected that some of them
might have startled her. He told her
answer the women Miss Arden was the
pretty one Of the two secretaries. But,
Of course, he didn't mean that.
And all the time she was herself
glowing 1t was in woman to adore
fame for man whom she already
adored, at least. She looked at his
strong, Smooth-shaven Jaw close be-
side her, at the dark lasheS shading
his fine eyes, at the tiny lines on his
temple-intimately near-at the crisp,
well kept hair. 1t was kind of Won
der, the personality of a man. The
world was fond of saying that woman
was the enigma: that was probably be-
cause women were afraid to surrender
a strong position by admitting mystery
in men! Women were shallow, trans
parent creatureS-forever flocking after
the corn! Men were the masters, after
all, masters Of great thought, great
vision, great purpose! And any normal
woman loved it so!
They had looked over some of the
letters by the window. He returned
them to his desk. AS he left her side
she looked down at the still crowded
street and wondered at the isolation
she had so far enjoyed from its ex-
elements, its words, it's emotions. 1t
was astonishing how one could be in
the busy world and not of it. could
pass through it and be untouched
by it.
She turned and looked at Radley
He was standing beside his desk, his
hano resting on the letters which ne
had just laid there, but he was caught
IN some net of thought that held him
poised. He was frowning slightly
Abruptly he turned his head and seemed
TO listen. Then he shook himself, half
involuntarily, and the movement trans
formed itself into a shiver running over
AlIH. NeAC instant ne was looking PACK
at her with start and Shamefaced-
ness that was nothing short of amazing.
'Why-why, what is it, Radley?" the
girl asked.
He shook his shoulders again, quite
consciously, as if to prove that it was
an intentional gesture. Then he
laughed
Not thing!" he said. IT have that
chilly feeling of the skin you get after
not sleeping well-do you know? / fell
asleep in my chair watching scenes IN
the studio last highland fell out 81
the chair. Suppose the great. excited
public knew that about me this NOR
ming"
You must be tired out"
I'm not Don't look ftp"
You certainly do was just thing
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