Evening Star Newspaper, November 16, 1925, Page 34

_(Continued from Yesterd: SYNOPSIS—JOANNA, Joanna, “Miss Twe the itk counter.” " descrit oantia of the ski too_ehort and th ty-seven of mmons 18 d the silk counter ant nam buyer. whom_ the i s neit Into the Kingdom of Mo For long oked down up swayed into the ch silent, nless. given with hound book shook held it before an arm r s her knees. He € S at typed li W she closed her lids tichtly, shook her head ever so little, and parted her lids again, as if the words on the paper blurred before the fascination of her gaze and she had straightened them out by shaking the confusion out of her brain, Once she let her hand droop, and kept her eyes closed for what might have been half a minute. Then, with u suddenness that seemed as if she were clutching didn’t w: paper closer : in frantic haste. As Graydon watched her the wi of something v tender and fable hovered about his lips. the eccentric pattern of the exagger- ated type she represented, the exce: who had too, was The letter he had the small in her hand acry ad each line again, ith inef- & new shape emerged. For the mo- ment he forzot the maelstrom that surged outside his office door—the humdrum of bargaining in the great iavish floors of the department store. The gl was one of those who bargained her wits against ses of housewives; bargained the shimmer of her hair and the brown of her cyes and the curve of her lips against the world, of which the crowds out there were a symbol, became a flower, a del te, exquisite blossom that some irreverent hot- house trader had painted into mon- strous gorgeousness for the jaded taste of fools. The “Old Man," forgetting for the moment the fluctuations in the pric of Manchester cotton and the season’s demand for Highland plaids, pictured her as a rhododendron suddenly be- wildered by a beam of sunlight break- ing through a mist. And then Joanna looked up at him. Doubts and confusion had gone from her face. It was lit with the taunting smi ‘Somebody needs a doctor! crazy, you or 1?' Graydon shook his head. “It's all very real, Joanna! You came In to me, a while ago. a little lady of very small estate. When vou go out again you will be a veritable princess in a kingdom of money!” Joanna crumpled back in her chair. She brushed her forehead with the back of a hand. “‘Please, Mr. Graydon “Don’t e a fool of m The earnestness, the seriousness of the man who confronted her pu: zled her. and sent her floundering for other words. lie pointed to the paper she still held in her hand. “Read it aloud,” he said. ‘“Perhaps the sound of it will help you.” After she had murmured her per- sistent doubt, “It says its from a bank,” she obeyed him, mechanically “And it say she’ began: *‘We have the good fortune to mnotify you that there has been placed on de- posit with this institution, to your credit, the sum of $1,000,000, in cash and securities, subject to your per- sonal check and such other disposi- tion as you may wish to make of these funds. ““We beg to say, here, that this de- posit has been made by a patron of this nstitution who has not confided 10 us the source of ycur funds nov the motives which have assembled them for you. We have not considered it necessary to inquire into these mat- ters, because of the identity of the depositor, rior -as to his reasons for Who's he pleaded, silently | | Downst leather- | | ven, ind again | shadow that she | she brought the | Out of | THE EVENING STAR, WASHINGTON, The Strange, Tragic, Romantic Adventures of the Flapper You Know. By H.L.GATES the fnjunction upon us not to disclose his identity to you.'” The girl faltered, and looked again Graydon, who was watching her The frown still wrinkled in_her brow. Her eyes still groped. “You see? e argued desperately “I told you-—somebody's loc ought to be in a hospital.” Graydon pointed to the paper haking in her trembling fingers. She | read for him the closing paragraph: “‘We are sending you, through your employer, your bank book with an entry of your account. We are given | to understand that Mr. Graydon will umplify _certain remarks included We tru: g voice droned perfunctory assurances | assistanc When she raised her | eves Graydon had dropped into his chair, across the table from her. She looked at him blankly. | “Graydon spoke deliberately, choos- ing his words, as if consclous of his need to penetrate the und nding of the girl, whose mind struggled against a portent that overwhelmed her. “You with complete The mone at intently. off through the s dvice and accept each sentence confidence,” he said. -re, ready for you. t the curb, my own car is waiting to take you book to the bank. your name, just @ and the rest——' He paused, and h played with the jade paper weight. In that slight pause Joanna—the Joanna whose philosophies were fruits of many wisdoms—thought she saw the thing that for the time had been driven from her thoughts. She was right, after all! Only, it hadn’t come in the way she expected. A pretty little play, with all its elabo- rate stage setting. A million dollars, A new kind of gesture made by some idiot who thought she wouldn't be “wise” in time. A million dollars, then, “the res And the pompous gift of money led as laughingly as it had craftily given. Ridiculous. Joanna dropped the letter to the floor and ro Her lips set into a line that was out of place against thelr penctled contours. “Now you're getting at it, Mr. here you will scratch of the fingers again been of one who had solved a riddle. | Graydon!” she exclaimed. “I thought there'd be a catch In it. What's the rest?” The man only shook his head, rather adly, as if he suffered a little before the spectacle of a girl, fresh and young and lovely, who must ever be on the lert for “the catch in it.” “There are no obligations,” he sald, still shaping his words slowly. “The stupendous gift s yours without conditions. Is that the word you would have me use—conditions?"” Before this rebuft Joanna again was speechless. Graydon went o “You may not even ask a question, In return, none will be asked of you. It is possible that vou shall never know the name of your benefactor. I know his reasons. I know the motives. But 1 may not reveal them to you. I may only say, and I hope you will have a liitle trust in me— | that you need have no trouble and that “there is nothing unpleasant about your mystery.” to her chair. “You isted. “You mean that some me one 1 don't even know—has made me rich and that I don't have to—that he won't ask of me—" She could not go on. All her reasonings, her wisdoms, her safeguards were beaten away as if 1 they were futile things. She heard vdon say what still maddened her use of the puzzle in it; because it left her helpless: “You will not be asked to give any- thing.” The cffice door opened. Graydon had touched the buzzer and the secre- tary entered—the strangely soft- mannered, unobtrusive girl in whom Joanna had first seen utter unattrac- tiveness, but who had caused her to wonder, after a bit, if her own lips were not a little too scarlet. On the girl's arm was Joanna! wrap and in her hand was Joanna's hat, It the same fur wrap Joanna had thought to be in direful risk of the pawnshop when Graydon summoned her from the silk counter, presumably to her dismissal for some unknown offense. The hat was the one still unpaid for. The sudden sight of the fineries she could not afford, either to have or not to have, sent her into a torrent of hysterical laughter. Graydon gave the secretary a hasty sign. Both walted until the girl in the chair quieted, her laughter dying away in stifled sobs. The secretary moved toward her then and held her wrap. Automatically Joanna drew the cloak around her slender figure. Then she fixed her hat. Suddenly she turned, se that | nd your bank faced Graydon again and cried out to him: “But what money " The man answered in the even, ¢ convincing manner that so completely baffled her: “That is one of the questions I may not answer. hall be eager to know what your sions will be."” The secretary am I do to with the would have com- forted the girl; would have taken her ' arm and led her out into the store and to the street, but Graydon stayed her with @_motion of his hand, as if whatever Joanna was to face she must face it alone. Joanna groped her way ucross the office and the re- ception room. The secretary held open for her the outer door. For a moment she leaned against it. Before her eyes the busy people who hurried through the passageways between the partitions of the cubbyholes on the “office floor” seemed to be swim- mers in a whirlpool. She felt that Graydon had followed her and was standing close. Without turning she asked, per voice rising barely above a whisper: “Which way do I go?” A long time afterward, when Joanna of the skirts too short and lips too red and tongue too pert had become a Golden Girl around whom vortex raged, she remembered Graydon's reply to her whispered ap- pea “I wish that I might show you, my dear; but it is every girl's burden to choose for herself. And as each one of you makes your choice the world becomes better or worse. You may go_either to the right—-or to the left.” When the door closed behind the girl who had been “Miss Twenty- seven of the silks” Graydon -asked the secretary to get for him, on the telophone, the bank whose letter Joanna had wonderingly carried in ker hands. “Ask that I have He is expecting a call v The telephone conversation was brief. Graydon seemed only to wish that his friend, the closest of the friends of his elderly years, should know that “she” was on her way to the bank; that “she” would be there in a few minutes. At the other end of the wire Andrew Eggleston, a gray man who “I thought there'd be a catch in it— what's the rest?” might have been molded from the same pattern that had shaped Gray- don except that the lines of his face were sterner, the lights of his eyes less gentle and his gestures more spasmodic, would have had his friend say more. He was unhappy with his own curiosity. Andrew Eggleston, chalrman of the board of the great banking institution, and himself one of the world’s richest men, was totally unfamiliar with a sense of curlosity about the private emotions of one of his bank’s patrons. Yet he wanted to know how ‘“she” had received the news that ‘she” suddenly had be- come possessor of the not inconse- quential sum of $1,000,000. He at- Best Way to Loosen Stubborn Cough This home.made remedy is a wonder for quick results. Easily and heaply made. Here is a home-made syru Wwhich millions of people vthe found to be the most depend- able means of breaking up stubborn coughs. 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To avoid disappointment ask your for “214 ounces of Pinex” with full direc- & tions, and don't any- thing glse. Guaranteed to give sb“flmfx :h‘:l:_fhnruun or money refunded. The Pines Co., Ft. Wayne, Ind. tempted to keep his friend G on the line. “What did_she say? How did she take it? Did _she—that—is—well, damn it, man! Is that all you have to say? That your sales clerk i: coming down to get a million dollars? Eggleston’s chief reputation in financial marts was for his irascible temper. He floundered dreadfully be- fore the futility of spluttering into a telephone. But Graydon would not humor him. “Her emotions at the moment, my friend, hardly are of quence. At any rate, I fancy she will not have recovered from them by the time she reaches the bank. Then you may estimate them for yourself.” The banker sought suitable phrases with which to express his irritation at his friend's reserve, Falling to find them, he clicked his receiver abruptly. Also he relleved himselt of a well rounded, sonorous oath. A much younger man, who idled in the embrasure of a window across the room, laughed softly. “The ad- venture begins to interest you,” this man remarked. “I hope for your sake, it becomes worth while.” Eggleston glared at the younger man sharply but deigned him no re- ply. He turned w the papers on the table before him. Brandon, the man in the window, resumed his inspection of the pano. rama of the street outside. An ob- server, studying his face, would have traced on it the specters of cynicism and would have concluded that they stamped him as one who harbored the conviction that he knew all sorts of women and classified them none too pleasantly, ydon much conse- | D. ¢, MONDAY, The same analytical observer would have sald of Eggleston, arbiter of many of the world’s most important affairs, that he was a man who had lived a life in which women had been 4 useless ornament. ‘When Joanna was out of the pres- ence of Graydon and the quiet ef- faciveness of hls secretary, a qulet- ness and an efficiency that both de- pressed and fascinated her, her dazed numbness . quickened suddenly into a feverish excitement. That she had become a ghost in some fantastic masquerade she was sure. But the thrill of it made her pulses leap. She wanted to rush to the silk counter and confide her amazing mystery to her chums there; even to confront *“Mr. Good Morning,” with a pose that would achieve its climax with the banker's letter under his nose. Then she decided that such a display would be premature. By this time she was at the street entrance. The first test had come. The “Old Man"” had told her to ask the doorman for his car. which, he had said, would be waiting for her at the curb. She decided to try it. To her amazement the doorman, respendent in his conglomerate livery, seemed to expect her. A wave of his hand brought the limousine to the space opposite where she waited. The “Old Man's” chauffeur descended and help open the door. As she ap- proached him her eyes widened. IHe touched his cap. hen she would have looked at her letter to find the address, he interrupted: 1 know where, m gave me instructions bank."” Never before, it seemed to Joanna, had a car taken so long to_go wherever it was headed for. Yet, really, the chauffeur threaded trafc skillfully. Joanna's excitement turned suddenly to panic when she realized that her driver was holding his arm to ease her to the pavement, with the arched stone portals of the bank looming in front of her. A doorman responded to a slgn from the driver. There was a low word between them. The doorman touched his cap. “I am to take you to Mr. ston’s rooms, miss . with a deference which Joanna recognized at once. Eggleston, she understood, was the man she was to see. The utter drama of it all appalled her again. he looked Into the chauffeur's face and caught there a gleam of under- standing that, after all, she was just a girl of the shops whose tinseled whose ornaments, airs and fashions were 6nly gaudy of the fancied vogue wutantes. She grasped at him as a friend. “Tell Mr. Graydon It's to the me,” she pleaded, startling gle- | imitations | of smart de-| NOVEMBER 16; 1925. the stiff formalities of the driver of her employer’s private car, “What is it they're doing to me?” The “Old Man's” chauffeur drop- ped his fingers from his cap, and in the face of this rearrangement of caste at its proper level, immediately unbent to “Miss Twenty-seven of the silks.” He spoke confidentially: “I'll tell you, mi. I know nothing except that I to bring you here to old Eggleston's bank. But this I'll tell you, too, if you take it from me: My boss and your boss is O. K., but if he’s sending you in to see his grouchy old pal Eggleston, there's omethin’ doin’. And when there's somethin’ doin’ over a pretty kid like you, watch your step, girlie; watch your step! And maybe you'd better give mie vour number so I can call you up when I'm off duty after 10. 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