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a little later. You should never
have come here, Jerry"
why nOt?"
"Oh, we shall spoil you. This
isn't your atmosphere. You got
your gifts in less complicated sur
roundings. Instead of sending you
to the city the gods should have
transported you to the top of a
high mountain. You might have
given a song to the world. But
they'll stop your singing"
Katherine Merrill was listening.
''Why don't you talk plain English,
Stiles? What he means, jerry"
she explained, patiently, "is that
with us you'll gambol on the
green. It is muc'' better than
piping alone on. top Of a
mountain"
els it?" Stiles demanded. st
wonder if Jerry will find it SOP"
Bernice came over just then, and
took me away so I left them to
argue it out alone. But years later
when the conversation required to
me, I knew that while in some
ways Stiles was right, was glad
that the gods had taken me to the
city.
Bernice carried me off to a little
card-room beyond the drawing
room. 'T simply must talk to you,
jerry" she said, and saw with
surprise that she looked anxious,
worried.
what is it?" I asked.
Lionel" She paused and
plunged in. IT simply must talk
to somebody about him. And you
are to be with him all this winter.
Jerry, is the play going to be a
success? Is it?"
I hardly knew how to answer
her. II hope it may"
"Oh, it's got to be. Lionel is
depending so much on it. He is
spending more money than he
should. And Father has heard of
it, and he's furious. He told me
last night that if Lionel didn't pull
up, he wouldn't let me marry him. %
The vision of the clear-eyed fig
ure in faint blue made me ask,
''What does your mother say?"
"She agrees with Father. She
adores Lions family, and she isn't
hard on his sins. But his grand
fathers death made a great differ
ence. Dads not willing to give
us a large enough allowance to
live on. He says that Lion must
dig in and do something for him.
self"
.7ave you talked to Lion?"
Eyes. But-you know him,
Jerry. He'll never see danger
ahead until he's hurt. He doesn't
realize that if Father won't give us
an allowance, we can't marry"
"Why can't you?"
The bright color swept her
cheeks and throat. Because
oh, I love him enough, Jerry, tc
marry him. But he can't take care
of a. without outside help
His tastes are too extravaganza"
saw then for the first time the
womanliness of her. A womanli-
ness which had been covered by q
crust of artifciality. She lovec
Lionel with a deeper, more self
sacrificing devotion than he gave
her, and she knew it. It was MOI
an easy thing for her pride &c
know.
IT thought-Jerry, if you coulc
help about the play. KEEP
him at it.. He's playing cards
too. And he loses and ne ISL
like himself :"
I cannot tell you how toucneo
was by her revelation to me OF mel
Ideeper nature. We talked it over
with the almost pathetic serious.
ness of youth. I promised tnat
would do what could.
The card-room, in which we sat
was one in which was, in the DAYS
|that followed, to see Mrs. Barry
, and her cronies often at brldge
It was a gem Of a room-decoraI E
with three painted panels OF Ia
King and the Queen and Tn
Knaye of Hearts in the powder ans