Flappers and Philosophers

ern end which slanted south through a mile of vivid coppice and grass to a sandy beach melting lazily into the surf. When Ardita, reading in her favorite seat, came to the last

Is this where

ed his shoulde

e and called up to the acting skipp

ad appeared from round the

! This y

joined

of sporting,

doesn't look big enough to

those wirelesses your uncle was

'm all for you. I'd really li

lau

ll have to keep you with us as a

"If you do I'm going to start writing dime novels founded on

and stiffen

sorry I

story about how furious you were because you cou

se an

a darn mean

d to having men regale me with the story of their life ambiti

men usually re

yawned. "They tell me I'm th

you tel

agree q

you meet tell yo

ta n

progression toward, and then a reces

aughed an

t's - that's not bad.

ut. It doesn't mean anything

" he said gravely, "that'

strust people who can be intense at this hour in the morning. It's a mild form of insan

round in a wide circle as if to a

d Ardita thoughtfully. "He can't mean

delight. There was a break in the cliff entirely hidden by a curious overlapping of rock, and through this break the yacht entered and very slowly traversed a narrow channel of crystal-clear water between high gray walls

bad!" cried Car

knows his way round this

ntagious, and Ardita

utely sure-fir

the sort of isla

into the golden lake a

they landed in the slushy

ita kicked of her brown golf shoes - she seemed to have permanently abandoned stockings - and went wading. Then they sauntered back to the yacht, where the indefatigable Babe had luncheon ready for them. He had

asked Ardita -"th

led Babe. "Reckin she

ng which he still refused to enlighten her, he estimated as just under a million dollars. He counted on lying up here several weeks and then setting off southward, keeping well outside the usual channels of travel rounding the Horn and heading for Callao, in Pe

se blood is in his veins, and that's half a dozen or I'm a liar. He worships me because I'm the only man in the world who can play better ragtime than he can. We used to sit together on the wharfs down on the New York water-fro

ta r

u can t

le gr

that's th

when you get to Call

hen after about five years appear in England with a foreign accent and a mysterious past. But India first. Do you know, they say that all the

out aft

if you want to - but at least you'll have to admit that I

er cigarette case, "when I met you I was in the midst of a great upr

t wa

m

sta

you were

eting him in Palm Beach. He's waiting there for me with a bracelet that once belonged to Catherine of Russia. Now don't mutter anything

amily disap

- it was frightfully exaggerated, he said, and men don't lie to me - and anyway I didn't care what he'd done; it was the future that counted

ep you along with us until we get to Callao. Then I'll lend you enough money to get back to

al attitude from anybody! Do you understand me?" He chuckled and then stopp

he offered

d men who say 'I'm sorry' in that

y enjoying her cigarette and gazing out at the shining sea. After a minute she crawled out on the rock and lay with her face o

lot of sort of ledges down there.

-night!" she said exc

r go in at the beac

ou like a gunny sack, because he's a very flabby man. I've got a one-piece that's sh

e you're

. A sculptor up at Rye last summer told me

his, so Carlyle was silent, permitting