Evening Star Newspaper, March 28, 1923, Page 26

THE EVENING THE HOUSE OF MOHUN BY GEORGE GIBBS of “Youth Triumphant” and Other Successes. WHO'S WHO 1 CHERRY MOHUN, up-te-dnte girl. riel aml charmiug + frritated and attracted by DAVID SANG young Americ Zist und w an. Amazed by otins Trought out i Cherey. His ' - i dwer father, MOHTN, tinn husy 0 think of his chiliren, e leaves chnuig MRS, MOHUN vaied soinl BRUCE COWAN. n cave-man Wi s successfally le of life. whou ¢ snlesumn, o ey o call son-in-i STEERING HE had « s nobility ness. A STRATG COURSE, He had alw ense of a fine quality beneath her heedless- trength. too, and char- acter. For siie had steered a straight course, untouched by signs of weakness that were all about her. But how much strength had she? How much courage? Had she enough to conquer the to she had been bred? It seemed to him that she would need it made a brave decision. impre was brave the tendencies She had stve in SYOUR MOTHER,” HE SAID SOFT the certa 1spiration, but he was sure that {t was to be put to the trial. Already she had heard th rasp of bitter tongues, felt the gnaw of & heavy heart, known the o Tonely silen Dut these were the beginning of her venture. would be som dangerous o ved to m whicl had she e saw her radiance ler color stained with weariness, her warmth chilled by the cold touch of mate; And yet was it not possible th t of the struggle which was to come something more splendid than the radiant Cherry might emerge—a creature sentient to tie renl meanings of life, a of full stature. her burnt off in the firc character incorruptible ment onl There oni miling face? already dimmed, 1 disappoint flowerlike 1 seemed s of othe vealed inne 1 which had emerged into the lght a the first need. He could not reproach hj the counsel that he had &iven her. God knows he had no hope of bene- fiting by It. He needed no saive to his conscience in having advised her against the thought ¢ ous marriage, born out of the enorm ties of modern social dogma, which traced their origin b where the value of women was rec oned in catt There was higher value here, not to be computed in the conventional way. Alicia Mohun did not know this ( v that knew—had never known her—nor was John Chichester. with ail his knowledge of the characteristics o women of another sort. capable of passing judgment upon he Sangrée smiled grimly as _he thought of John Chichester. Ten thousand dollars! He many head of cattle did that amount represent ac- cording to the ap of the jungle north of 42d street? A shrewd device of Mrs. Mohun's, but paltry, u worthy and not_quite human. C chester wanted Cherry, but he shoul not have her. No. by God'—anybody but him—even Bruce Cowan—but not John Chichester! Pacing furlously on his way home, Dr. Sangree was in a savage mood when he reached his dwelling place The night man aut the elevator wa nodding over a newspaper when San- gree entered, but he rose with an air of sudden awakening to his responsl- billtles, which, it seemed, had been definitely chalienged. . “I don't lke to speak about it, sir, e sald with a solemn air as he seized lLie holsting apparatus of the lift. but you must know the rule about women here at night. Sangree boiled within, but he gov- erned his tongue. “Well?" he asked. “That ung woman in your apart ment, sir,” said the man coolly. don’t want to report it, but, you sece, In here to keep the rules. o to let it i A swift movement in which to de- cide whether to knock the man down or to hand him a bank note. Sangtee resisted the first impulse, which would have precipitated the car into the basement or-sent it through the fopf. “She was my sister,” he lied calmly. “She didn’t know the rule. She won't come again.” “Oh, 1 see, sir. have to do my duty- 3 The elevator stopped and Sangree drew a bill from his pocketbook “All right. Just forget it” he growled. ® “Oh, all right, sir. But you under- stand—" *“Yes, I do. Good-night.” he snapped and went down the hallway. Damn the man! He was too civii by half, and his solemn air didn't conceal his insulting metropolitan omniscience. Sangree turned the key and opened the door. The room was redolent of her moments of penance and his own asceticlsm. The comedy in the ele- vator seemed a cruel piece of buf- foonery. He had lied to the night yian and paid for the privilege of the lie. Convention again—which made @ falschood of the most irreproaciw @ble acts of existence! In-his mo> But, of course, T agines which | this preposter- | to the jungle | ngree | it won't| Copyright, 1922, D. Appleton & Co. ment of doubt Sangree had said that | Cherry was his sister. And vet. after | all. was not that the truth? The Hend of the Family. During that month of Cherry, but phone reassu of her co | comment she repc | the undertaking. from the fragme the scene at v Sangree saw her calis upon -d him as to the age, and without ted the suceess of He put together of conversation the dinner table of the mbers of tie Mohun family whe herry had exploded her practical petard into the midst of their hopeful hallucinations, To them it must Lave had something of the nature of an infernal machine. He did not until afterward what part Jim Mohun | bimself had plaved in the plan or what were its reactions upon mothe: and brother, for, as S knew Cherry wa of he mother's weakness brother's ineficacy, and meant, i it was possi- ble. that na one should know of her difficulties in convincing them that there was nothing he done Upon Bob's part he gined long- | winded argument: ced by vague hopes and vaguer promises upon Alicia’s, te recriminations and perhaps hysteries. In the Olympian Club he hea the advertisements of the sale « contents of both houses at auction { At the club also Le saw John Ch chester. but that gentleman now LY, “HAS BEEN TRYINC passed him by with sobe mere nod Tecognition. | Genie Armitage he learned | sale of Alicia Mohun's pe the counter of T % | erable s Chicheste “Demi-John ed to admit though the end regard to Cherr been revealcd to him ve Cherry's visit to Sangre manner puzzled Sangree, th aid not annoy him. He imag firsi that Alicia Mohun had told | Chichester of the nature of Cherry s friendship for Sangree, not seem to explain s air of restraint, lent when they were in the air which had some of the milder qualities bation, At first he -had been to think this e of the meeds own_ financial | chester wa pratse his 1 asse ment of their fina value in social scheme, ngree re- vised this opinion, and it seemed to nim that her mother would have been the last person to whom Cherry | would have confided the secret of her visit to hls rooms or the nature of | the conversation which had been its object. But he knew as well as | though Cherry had told him that John Chichester had definitely been given his dismissal, and he suspected | that the sale of Mr: Mohun's pearls | had provided the opportunity for a ather satisfactory conclusion to that affair, John' Chichester's friendship |been unimportant to Sangree, his | confidences unsought, and it made no | possible difference to him that the | elder man had detided not to con- | tinue hls amiable advances, but his snubs were so pointed now that Sangree could not resist the impres- on that some influence of which he was unaware was behind this rather mystitying change of demeanor. But, whatever its cause, Sangree regarded it with the good-natured tolerance of one who has little to lose. 1f never before. John Chi- chester now belonged to a phase of life which Sangree inquished with little regret. His dues at the Olym- plan were pald until the end of the year, and, since he could no longer jafford the luxuries, his resignation would take effect at that time, when he would adapt himself to the situation now demanded by his slender means. Sangree had taken his new point of view with singular calm. Those of his new acquaintances who chose to Ifflllo\\' him into soclal exile could do so” If they lked, but he cherished few hopes of them. His position was quite different from that of Cherry, who must, if he knew the world, begin very soon to feel the stings of benefits forgot. He knew that she | was Lo suifer acutely, i she had not already done =0, in her allenation | from those who' had once been her {intmates. But it now appeared that lonce having come to a decision, herry had performed her duty to {herself and her family with a pre- |cision and dispatch which counted rot upon the opinion of the world. But her plans, as he later discov- ered, had been made less difficult of accomplishment by strength from an unexpected source, which came to her with all the gentleness of ald from Heaver itself. After the talk with her mother which had resulted in a renewal of their quarrel, it seemed scarcely possible for her to fight her battle alone; but, having made her decision, she did not recant, though she saw nothing short-of violence as an alternative to yielding to her mother’s insistant threats and tears. 1t had been a dreadful morning, and she sat In her father's room thinking of the last disturbing interview: that she had with her mother. James Mohun was upright near her in his Morris chair, where he now spent most of the day in the sunlight by the window overlooking the street, She thought that he was dozing, but some impulse made her turn to look His gaze was fixed on he o caldn untroubled Jook—*"like that of a child which had just awakened,” as she expressed it. He almost seem- ed like somebody that she didn't rom the over fallure i of X must rooms. d : which A} hear ! had | | | time. | same mistake lof his |on | Know { haven't or rather like the father she remembered in the past, when was a child, before the family came to New York: when they had lived in the old house at Lefper- ville; for there used to be time then for Jim Mohun to romp with Bob and Cherry in the evenings before bed- It was the look that he had in his eyes when he tucked Cherry into bed. She couldn’t understand at first. She had become so accustomed to the shadows of worry that had come -when they had moved to New York. Now it seemed as though the illness which had struck him had suddenly gone, n which had been its cause, leav- ing his mind and body quite placid ind undisturbed. His speech, too, was distinet, clearer than it had 'been Since before the stroke. It almost seemed as though for some purposes own, until that moment, he might have been dissimulating. “Now he sald to gently, And then, very calmly: L great de slept alwa have mnot alw scarcely. her she protested, he went Tell me 2 I have heard. I ys and the doors been closed.” He smiled at her again, but he scemed to know exactly what he was about, nd when she tried to evade him he cornered her. “Your mother,” he y at the door, id softly, with has been try- aking with it all the | STAR, WASHINGTON, Cherry’s hand how happy he was maliing her. . “Sometimes 1 wished to God Td never left Lelperville. ~We were happy there, Cherry, and we didn't have any too much money. But she didn’t understand—Muzzy didn’t. And she never could have been contented back there again with the castiron deer on the lawn. He laughed quletly. “You remember those deer, Cherry? Always standing—walting, listening, watching, when I came up from the station. I liked ‘em. They were home. 1 wonder if they're still there.” Cherry had never known that things iike that could mean so much ito him. She murmured somethini and he went on in a moment, “I'm counting on you, Cherry. I've al- ways felt that I could count on you in a pinch. The pinch has come. Even the house at Leiperville will be sold. We're completely ruined. There's nothing at all, of course, but the furniture and your mother's Jewels.” He made the statement passivel almost with the air of one who re- marks upon the misfortune of an- other. It seemed to Cherry that if |he was without passion he was also | without regret—as though his air of jabstraction was a part of his flinc s in which the world had forgotten ! {him and he the world. “Of course, my dear,” calmly, “we e to whole ‘mode of 1ife “Yes, Daddy. I've planned that'" And she told him of David Sangree's offer of the house in 182nd street. He listened soberly, nodding his head in approval “That is good,” he said, repeating the word— “good, very good—-" And then, with another glance at the door, “And your mother?’ Cherry moved her shoulders help- lessly. “She still hopes for something out of the wreck So does Bob. But they'll agree. They must. He nodded his head sagely. “Yes, they will agree,” he repeated. hey must." Cherry glanced at him in disquie- tude. His tone was so unlike the one that she had known—so gentle— so eolorless. For a moment the thought came to her that his mind might have been enfecbled by his ill- n but the look in his eves reas- sured her. Their gaze was keen, un- troubled. almost judictal in fts calm. He seemed to be seeing all things with a ciearness which came from some new inner vision that had been granted him during the period of his unconsciousness. Greatly reassured, and responding to his questions, Cherry began tell- ing him what she planned to do—the le of the furniture—cven her moth- s pearls, if necessary. He nodded ! slowly. but definitely. Yes, even that, he agreed When she had fin- fehed he was silent for a long while, looking out of the window, and Cherry thought that she had talked 00 much. But as she moved in her chair he spoke agatin, very quletly. “Will you please tell your mother come to me here, Cherry, dear?” ked & started up, dismayes think you'd better, Daddy? Yo my if you please,”™ sald firmly, “and at_once.” He was still looking out of the window. felt that his words he went on change our to he 3 Do you he what I ask, Cherry, | you please What happened in that room after her mother had entered it no one but i were to know. -eved, came ut and moved like a sleepwalker down the corridor to her room, where she remained alone for the remain- der of the day. Later Cherry stole silently into her father's room. He | +| was still in his chair by the window N e you marry John Chi- ve our fortunes. 1 know don’t want to marry him refused. 1 know that too. I'm glad” He leaned forward and patted her shoulder. “I was bat you might agree on —but I'm glad th dn't:” caught h d it, because APy Everything's Been All Wrong." “Everything's becn all us.” he went on calmly I'Ve been putting the cart before the horse—all these yei I was tr for something for all of us th could have had all the time trying—happiness vas at home—it ought He chester to s that. You and you've She hand in he had hers and made her wrong with ing we to have paused 1 . 1 don’t think or myself I—for what_ it u wanted. But we al- frowned I wanted th much fo would give you that ¥ no matter how muc ways seemed Oh, Daddy- painfully. Oh, I'm just telling you this be- cause I'm glad you haven't made the that I did. You can't that way. And it worse for you, If man you couldn’t lov med to feel by the touch of buy happiness would have been ing with a He s CHICHESTER-| “You see, | He was quite motionless and his eves were closed, so, for fear of disturbing him, she went out and up to her own room. wondering at the miracle that had beecn accomplished so quietly. She Did Not Call on David. Though David Sangree had placed self at Cherry's disposal for any that she did .not care to accom- plish herself, she did not callp upon lim. Perhaps she took pride in being able to attend to the details of re- organization herself, or perhaps she did not wish to intrude upon his busy hours unne arily. Te had a feel- ing that when she really needed him she would let him know. But, just e same, he couldn't conceal an anx- ¥ on her behalf. He had never en able to foriet that, in spite of T alr of self-sufficiency, she had not n trained to responsibility such as this. When he met her at the house in 182d street to make the final arrange- ments before the Mohun family moved in. she seemed to be in a state of nervous repression, intensely alert mentally, with a cheerfulness which was a little too determined to be ite natural He thought her thin- . her motions more abrupt, her short laugh more frequent, her come ments more frankly ironical. She gave him the impression of one rid- ing at high speed along unfamiliar roads. somewhat miraculously pass- all hazards without a mishap, it was obvious that her experi- es, if they had concentrated the farces of her character to the definite focus of her wiil, had already taken from her some of the graces of ex- ube ch had been among her careless charm And while her man- ner vaguely disturbed him, he asked her stions as to her difficulties, preferring 1 wait until sha chose to Iaention them. if ‘at all, of her own will. The thought that constantly re- curred o him was that she had me complished too much. It was not her health, but her peace of mind—of which it seemed somehow to be the exp Sio; that caused him inqu! STAR BRAND RIBBONS Give You the Best Service They Do Not FILL THE TYPE DRY OUT SMUT OR OFF TRY ONE AND BLUR, They AR THE LONGEST CLEAR IMPRESSIONS GIVE PERMANENT COPIES BE CONVINCED Headquarters for Mo Carbon Paper THE STOCKETT-FISKE CO. PRODUCING STATIONERS 919 E St. N.W. WASHINGTON, D. C. "CASCARETS” 10 When Sick, Bilious, Headachy, Constipated, for Sour Stomach, Gases, Bad Breath, Colds ‘ Clean your bowels—then feel fine! When you feel sick, dizzy, upset, bil- ious, when your head is dull or aching, or your stomach is sour or gassy, just take one or two Cascarels. As soon as the bowuls begin acting and bowel poison and bowel gases are, j chasing me { think' 1 | family {don’t you D. C, WEDNESDAY, MARCH 28, 1923. tudes He could not belleve that this|know. It's just as though we were all already dead and buried. guess we are, about again is concerned. about the invitations. nervous obsession of duty—for it seemed nothing less—could be perma- nent. The spring was colled too tightly. The pendulum had gone be- yond its leisurely arc and, obeying a natural law, must some time swing far in the opposite direction. After she had gone over the house, making suggestions as to changes of furniture to suft the needs of the family, she dropped wearily into a chair in the room which had been selected for her father and took out her cigarctte case. The moment for confidences had come. “I want to talk to you, Rameses, she said, “I haven't had a chance be- fore. It seems as though I have been driven from one unpleasant duty to another with no time to think for myself. nej s been a terrible respon: sald Sangree with feeling.| thought of you often.” “I'm glad you have" You know— and she T've felt as though some that I'd have to svent” him from catch- Ing up. I must keep going, I need a skid to my whecl—that's certain, Sangree frowned “You need a re<t.” he said sev - “No,"” she went on quickly, “I “on't want a rest. I'll do some- thing damned silly if 1 sit down and think. 1 think I've had a little teo much—all at once—that's all. gotten me twisted somehow. quite find theé reason f whole thing is like a with any funeral 1 could understand that grieve, go in mourning, over.with, but there isn't any end to treuble of this kind. It just goes on and on, without any end in sight I've had 'bitter moments, unhappy ones, but none of them Is so bud as the ‘indifferent ones, when 1 don't 2 what hat's “Thanks. you to teil somehow, finished hua going—to pi in the to go to. You could and have it broke in And I wanted 1 It's comforting You see, Rameses” she cdoFlth a grin, “its you who ¢ been the skid to my wheel.” Oh, have 1 s Y ut 1 brak mood. own 1 know it. me so. negd an emergency or something. 1 a funny I guess I've & 1 my 60 much, never had to think about anybody hat. maselt This thinking for others isn't my line at all. It was a kind of advens ture at first. I liked them all rely- ing on me. I liked making the beds —at first. It was a Sort of game, belng useful—a sort of novelty.” But do mind telling y hat T° rather tired of it ally S 0 i (She took a few puify of her ci ette, but Sangree didn’t repl oug he was watching her keenty o 5" “Why shouldn’t I tell the truth to ¥ou? ‘I miss the machines, my run. bout especially. T miss the crowd, 0 They u to come running after me—Gloria, Vi, Sylvia, Phoehe —phoning every day. Now. nobody does— except Genie been bu when they called. God blame them! 1 haven't fun when I have seen th Suppose they see any reason why should ‘get down™ on their luck Just because T am. I wouldn't either If I were thewe The boys have heen ail right—but somehow 1 haven't feit much like boys. And no- body likes hearing hard-luck stories time nd of course, are going on them in me old wWay—parties jazz, joyri It hurts me a little that they L Jo8 on without m, I'v been much I dor ca 3ut you could go out now, | vanted to. Why don't \v;u'f- would do vou good— NG . 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