Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1931-04-19

the affectations of the moderniStic gang Tha
test had failed. She would break off her ems
gagement and never see him again. Someone
opened the door. What do you want?" she
asked.
Pitt shut the door and locked it. Her heart
leaped at the sight of his face. 1t was white
with rage. There was nothing of the modernist
in his new expression. In the angle of his jaw,
the honest set of his shoulders he was the
simple primitive; not John Pitt, the fake phis
loSopher, but the man Jack Pitt who strode
across to where she stood and seized her by the
arm and who didn't give damn as to whethef
he hurt or not. Neither did She There
was joy in her hearty Nov, then" he said
what were you to Panglos?" Go on, out with
it." And he shook her so that her hair fell ovea
her forehead like that Of foreign pianist in d
moment of ecstasy
Hope, excitement, delight, rushed to her head
like wine. why should ] tell you? Yours
absolutely nothing to me-"
Nothing to you?" He shouted the words
az own you. You're mine. You belong to me4
He drew her against his chest and kissed her-@u
honestly, healthily and with the passion Of the
normal man. He hurt so much that she
nearly screamed with JOY. What were yea II
PangloS? Come on, out with it."
l.
CHE was breathless. 'why do you want %
know? You've never wanted to know anys
thing about me before. You didn't care" SHE
threw back her head and laughed. Reveling id
this marvellous recovery, this unexpected breaks
down, she made up her mind that every stich
and stone Of his adectation should fall about hih
ears.
He backed away from that laughter. Il ten
you that love you," he said, land that my
respect and admiration have grown about YOU
feet Like the great stones Of a plinth"
II don't believe you" she said. 1--WE seen Nd
proof Of it."
Proof? Under all conditions, sane or erazN.
playing the silly ass or going on with my job,
love you and am yours" He seized her wrist.
drew her to him and kissed her on the mouth
Um-m, she said to herself. for that wam
what she wanted. Proof is always needed.
daily, hourly proof. AS to what I was I'd
PangloS, who loved and proved his love- you
have nothing whatever to say. This is you
house but my room, and if you don't get Out
I'll cry for help and have you flung downs
stairs" She said this on behalf of every living
woman and pushed Jack Pitt away. And ID
she hadn't been convinced already Of his CONF
plete and absolute cure what he then proceeded
to do must have clinched that gorgeous fact
Like the typical herman on whom he HAD
poured such Scorn, the hairy chested primitivea.
who hack down trees with axes to clear the
underground, see red when moved to rage and
jealousy, demand purity of their wives and
sweethearts and thrill to sentiment, he whipped
a gun from his pocket and held it to his hin.
(She adored the sight of it, Now, then!4
Bioodshot his eyes were and his voice hoarSA.
III you don't tell we what you were to PangloS
and what you did in his rooms this is the end q
the whole business for you and me. Go on"
I promised never to tell" The gun was cold
on her breast. TITS an absolute secret" she
said The thing quivered over her heart
Tell me the trutS OF I'll finish you and pua
the gun in my mouth
He was my father" sh~ said
The gun was pitched though the window
with a crash. And with oSy that was heard
In the valley he possessed her lips.
om-m," she said white lSer tears fen =
badly needed that" He2a@
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