longed to see
once more that tumbled shock of white hair, that strong-lined
face; to hear again the gruff tones of that voice he loved so
well. After all, there were only two Anthonys left in the world,
and he had been to blame. He acknowledged that he had been a
ne'er-do-well. No wonder his father had been harsh, but still--old
Darwin K. should not have been so domineering, so ready to credit
all he heard. Kirk pressed his lips together and swore to make
good, if for no other reason than to show his dad.
As the curtain fell on the first act, he rose with the others and,
accompanied by Mrs. Cortlandt, made his way down the long
passageway and out into a brightly lighted, highly decorated foyer
filling now with voluble people. It was a splendid room; but he
had no eyes for it. His gaze was fixed upon the welcome open-air
promenade outside, and his fingers fumbled with his cigarette-
case.
"Oh, wait, please," he heard Edith say, "I want you to meet some
one."
He had done little except respond to meaningless introductions all
the evening, and nothing could have pleased him less at the
moment. But, somewhat awkwardly, he began to edge his way through
the press in the wake of his hostess. The next moment he halted
and stood stock-still in helpless surprise.
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