Motion Picture Classic (Jan-Aug 1919)

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I am very exclusive in the matter of insults, you see ! ’ Standing there in the soft spring moonlight, she looked very small, very helpless and fragile and alone. Ancl seeing her so, the doctor forgot all his braggart resolutions and caught her two small, cold hands in his own. “Rita, Rita,’’ he begged her, “I never meant to speak of my love again, after that time you told me you couldn’t afford to love, but I cant stand by and see you fling the youth of you and the beauty of you and the wonderfulness of you recklessly away ! I tell you I know you better than you know yourself. I know it isn’t the real you that wants these pitiful things — excitement, good times, money, admiration. You’re pure gold underneath ” “I am — nothing underneath,” Rita Charles said, wearily. “I’m a hollow sham. I’m not good, I’m not bad — -yet. I’m just a tin-panner, that’s all. And ! I'm not worth your loving. Doctor I \’arian.” I She slipped from him and ran up the j steps, turning in the doorway. “I forj got to tell you I’m going to Atlantic City j tomorrow — a belated vacation. You I may think of me — if you choose to think I of me at all — as sporting in the waves in i a midnight blue satin bathing-suit! It’s I a very becoming suit— if you happen to j think of me ! Good-night, doctor, and ! good-by !” I In her own room she stood a long ! while gazing into her mirror thought! fully. “It wont do.” She shook her head. “Imagine me married to a poor man, wearing cotton stockings, and seconds at that, buying beef for stewing, scraping and scrimping and growing scrawny and slatternly. Remember, Rita, my girl, it wont do!” The first few days at Atlantic City slid by eventlessly. And then, on the fourth evening of her vacation, she entered the sun-parlor of her hotel and came upon Harri.son Chalvey himself, evidently waiting for her. “You !” .she gasped, taken off her guard for the moment. “Why, I thought you were in Newport — — ” “Thought so myself,” he assured her cheerfully. “But you see, there’s a reason why I’m here instead. And you’re the reason, Rita.” She felt her knees trembling, and sank down on the piano bench, fingers fumbling among the keys. As tho at a great distance she heard him speaking the words which meant an open sesame to her dreams. At the same great distance “Let me think it over till tomori,v£ night — you have taken me very muchyj surprise ! I must be sure — sure ’’ ^ Late that night she lay sleepless, sif*! ing into the darkness, and suddenly el laughed aloud, remembering the ludicnsl surpri.se of Chalvey’s face when she fti him. Perhaps after all it had beeiai wi.se thing not to jump at his piopol.i but why, zvhy had she hesitated ? “I am a fool, but I’ve got to see Ini again,” she said presently and, reacligi up, she switched on the light and foid^ a telegraph blank in the desk dravr.i .She scribbled a hasty message, rang rj the maid, and handed it to her with i-j rections that it should be sent at oi;j, Then, wide-eyed and quivering, ei -Stretched herself on the bed and waid^ for the dawn. Q She was her usual controlled self win! she met Doctor Varian the next aft-| noon. “I sent for you,” she told him,s they walked along the beach in the teB of a brisk wind, “to make you desfei me.” B His eyes rested gravely on her vidi face. “Then,” he said, quietly, ‘hi| have set yourself a difficult task.” |^;,i She set her teeth hard on her quiv-i ing lip. Her voice was hard. “I’ve ‘IV to do it, because your loving me staf^ in the w-ay of what I mean to do. I w t to marry for money — I want luxury iS ease and softness. I want silken clotV for my body and expensive food .servants to wait on me, but you see — u Her voice broke over a sob. j “Yes,” he prompted, gently, “}if: Rita ?” j “But you see, ridiculous as it is, I kl you.” She shrank from the joy of j|^ lean, good face. “No, no! Dont lookf me that way — you dont understand — 'j| The words died on her lips as looked up, to see Harrison Chalvey co]? ing toward them along the boardwa. The meeting was brief, a hurried intduction, a distrustful look exchan^l between the two men, a touching of hi*i and they had passed on. | “Who was that man, Rita?” Doer Varian asked. She met his eyes delerately. I “The man I am going to marn.’j She saw him wince from the words tho they had been a whiplash, and hii| ried on before she should lose her coiage. “I love you — and I am going t marry him. Now do you understal what sort of a woman I am? Ah, yi do ! I said I was going to make y i despise me — and I have, I have!” Shimmer of satin gown, shimmer : satirf skin, Rita Charles stood in l: lounge that evening waiting for Harris i Chalvey. It was already five minu ' after the appointed time when a pa;^ screaming her name thru the curici crowd, handed her a note. With a ser . of disaster clutching at her heart, s;' (Sixty-four) «