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CHAPTER IX
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the
was
me.
m squelched! But I thought—
ts of the Whitneys.
CHAPTER VII—Continued
I’ve been very wicked . . . I’m
Please say
too to
“You don’t love
the glove, threaded
you last night, my
CHAPTER VIII
“Kezia!”
sal*
said I
But you’ro a dan-
feel-
let him fro.
bothering.
to him, his eyes
out of my head
you
and
puncia
near
act*ea
f.igee
some
And
Hall,
the
not coming
quick eyes
as soon as
small whip
She listener!
ing of shock.
is strong.
A compul-
Kezia. It took
finally she told
abovo
tested
(dw>
com*
wo of
linder-
Fort
ne has
psvhd
He. &n
Miller,
ntroll-
But
tivo
R ■*
k ■
■
him all
have to
ture.”
Dorrie
this Fluvanna vetoed and the mat-
ter was dropped.
must be getting back to the of-
By the way, you’re with Ron-
How come?"
"I haven’t heard n thing," he re-
plied frowning. “Mind if I say he
has rotten taste?"
under
Dun-
e and
itibnal
flighty wench—half
the* hook."
you’re sure of me?”
a dubious smile.
s au-
h (10-
U'OOfz.
I it haw
home
J. E.
laiurer
ot set
li>>nu*x
more.
So
had
little
home
in Vic
I Mrs.
h Mil-
>.*|l>lc
Knox
s and
would
So her sor| and daughters (only
heard that the fainting attack was
brought on by exhaustion and the hot
There was some talk of a
sinn greater than
movement, and
around her, closer!
perate yearning.
fl.ee
pH 11-
t each
It was
could
even-
I’vc
Dor-
By Mary Schumann
Copyright by Macrae Smith
WNU Service
an<l when Ronny left the table to tele-
phone, Hugh crossed over.
“Hello, stranger, I haven’t seen
you all summer."
and extended a glove to her.
a tiny hole, Mother. Want to
it for me? It’s the only pair
clean. I told Anna to wash
interest lay in another direction.
That soulful young chap, Jerry."
He saw an odd thing. A quiver
of pain, so sentient, so defenseless,
crossed her face that he thought she
was going to faint. Then she was
controlled; she even smiled. “Haven’t
you hoard? His interest lies in an-
other direction."
Ellen’s lashes swept her cheeks,
then she raised her eyes unflinching-
ly. “I suppose because* he asked
down her
and miser-
faltered. “But wo
anything. You
A day or so later he said, "You’ll
have to face it, Fluvanna; that heart
of yours is a leaky ojd organ. ’ With
care it might s«e* you through
little timo—,a year, two—three,
then again . , .’’
flee.
ny.
“It has been a long time.”
Hugh fumbled. “Everything going
well?” he inquired after a pause.
“Everything."
stop back and shot
Just over to Emmy’s,”
"Running over to Emmy’s,
will bring me home.”
Fluvanna rose from her
the reading—lamp.__She
ttyrng if I could be your wife."
He answered with vehement ardor,
“Darling, I’d lay down my life for
you!" .
She gnve a gasp of relief. ./She
loved every motion of his quick agile
body, loved his gaiety, his careless-
ness, his fire that kindled in her an
ungovernable passion. She would
give up her home, her matching rugs
and draperies, her Duncan Phyfe fur-
niture, her silver—everything—if on-
ly she could have
wo see each other
He twirled his
must be a good
sensible."
What
Jerry.
“Isn’t it
counts?”
only ob-
Don’t you know it?
a dozen
to him with no
Had not some inner
presentiment tnld her that it Would
not be long? “And then again—
“Three* months—six month."
♦
“I won’t burden my children with
such news. Death shouldn't be her-
alded months in advance. It’s an in-
dividual—matter." She smiled a lit-
tte-
»E
ide
al-
k-a tian
back-
Lite*!,
lorneb
Lk. \
Lt tied t
twice •
saippi
ay at
inters <
rough.
had suddenly complained of feeling
sick, had gone out the back door.
Cun could drive Dorrie over if she
felt she must go.
On the way home, Cun, who had re-
covered his spirits, reassured her.
Hugh was too stupid to suspect any-
thing. Honestly, it mude him laugh
the way she had led that fellow
around! And probably he hadn't gone
home—just to a drug store for some
medicine. Why worry? Nothing to
worry about. At the worst, she could
fix up a story, make him swallow it.
Ho had been with Joan a half u
dozen times when she had been un-
easy, questioned him. A smart girl,
Joan—but gullibfc
He'd call her on Monday at the
same time. Hugh there—or other
cumpany—say "wrong numlier” and
he’d try later.
She rose and putting on slippers
and a negligee, ascertained thnt he
was nntjn the house. His car was
gonejrom the garage.
Iler fingers trembled as she dialed
Cun’s number. She hoped Joan would
answer. In a few seconds she heard
Cun’s cheerful voice, “Hello.”
“Cun, I must see you at once,”
He hesitated, then said, "I don’t
hear you very well.’’
“Come tyver. I must sec yau.'?
He hesitated again before he re-
plied, "I’m not in the market for a
bargain in a car, I expect to run my
bus until next spring at least. I
might drop around and look it over,
however. This year’s model and only
gone two thousand miles? I’ll see
you n little later."
He came in less ttyan half an hour.
He was freshly shaved, looked care-
free, florid and anticipatory. He
smiled ns he entered the door. “Not
here?"
“No, no one is.”
He flung his hat on the hnll scat
and with his arm around her drew
her into the living room.
She faced him determinedly. “Cun.
Hugh knows.- He saw us last night."
"The deuce he did!"
“He was packing his bags when I
the
Sloan gave a short laugh. “Look
in the glass, my boy. /You’ve been
off color for a month. Run away for
a week or so, play golf, keep out in
the opch air, forget the business:
You're heading for something—an
illness, I would say—if you don’t snap
out of It.”
Jerry had put the top of his little
car down and they were spinning past
an endless whirligig of meadows and
woods yielding to the blur of twilight.
She felt a bit sick that he would
think of such a procedure,
disenchanting to know that he
find pleasure elsewhere for an
ing.
“You’re not saying anything,
do you think of it?" urged
She spoke in a low tone,
your wish and desire that
She paused. “But if your
ject is to please Father and Mother
—you won’t do it that way. Mother
was beginning to like you—I could
sec it.”
Jerry made a dissenting sound. His
dark face was turned in sullen pro-
file as he brooded. “They got me
down when I conie to see you. I'm
not good enough for a son-in-law!”
“Mind if I ask you a question?”
"Ask away.” —
“Did you go to sec Kezia more than
once? Sometimes I.have a feeling
that Kozin is not really friendly to-
ward me—that she would be glad to
show you off as u conquest stye had
made."
He laughed.
She’s a
men on
“And
cd with
“Sweetheart', you're worth
Kezia*,” he said with glib imjwtuosi-
ty. “You know I think that."
A great many things made Flu-
vanna unsettled and discomforted, yet
not one fact which she could put her
finger on uml say, "this is the rea-
son." Michael. Margery's ’"son, had
ear trouble with a treatened mastoid,
and Fluvanna’s eager sympathy drain-
ed her strength away through
weeka~c»T" Illness.
And what had become of Ellen?
busy and happy that she never
chair by
^watched
Kexia’s light slim figure grow blur-
red in the darkness of the long front
walk. She was only a bobbing shad-
ow on the street, walking slowly now.
Then as she watched her, Kozin’s
footsteps* quickened a little. She
turned toward the curb where a road-
steHMw parked, climbed into it. The
other was—",
“An interlude.” X
"No—a madness. Can't you for-
give me?"
She seized his hand. "Listen, Hugh
—you must bolteve me--and don't
look at me like that—so cold and
hard! . - - - ~
sorry for the things I’ve said and
done. But you’ll have nothing to com-
plain of now—nothing!
you will!**
Tears began to roll
cheeks. “I’m so unhappy
able. . . ."
The habit of the heart
He took n Step forward.
he, an involuntary
his' arms closed
around her in des-
him. "When shall
again?"
hat. ’Dorrie,
girl—be sane
As the weeks wore by Hugh ex-
perienced the disintegrating effects of
split emotions. Try as he would he
could not reconcile the situation into
case of mind. It was like a broken
dish which had been unskilfully mend-
ed. You say at once the ugly dark
line where it had been joined togeth-
er. Grudgingly he admitted that
Dorrie seemed to be making an effort
to efface her conduct; she was concil-
iatory, consulted his wishes in'a new
way. This last was disconcertning
for it continually reminded him of the
reason. She had been wont to de-
mand,, not to appeal. She did not
try to get another maid when Tillie
left, studied a cook book, and had new
dishes for dinner. She carefully re-
counted where she had been each day,
as if to reassure him.
He had a new wife—but at what
price?—he told himself. Although his
longing for her did not cease, became
more powerful as he became more
aware of it, it was a hideous thing,
humiliating him because he was help-
less before it. He was often short-
and curt with her, then to make up
for it, was carefully polite.
One day he went into a new res-
taurant for lunch. The owner had
achieved the synthetic atmosphere of
a Moorish inn, stone floors, rude fire-
place, and jugs before a drinking
fountain in the wall. The place was
dimly lighted and it was not until
he had ordered that ho saw Ellen
Pendleton eating lunch with Ronny
Wakes. They occupied a red leather
wall seat just opposite him.
Ellen was talking animatedly to
Ronny, her frequent laughter a little
feverish in its gaiety. Preoccupied
with his own affairs, he had seen and
After the interview’hi tween Ellen
Pendleton’s parents and Jerry Pur-
due, they handl'd down the ultimatum
that they would not sanction an en-
gagement yet. Let things work out.
There was no hurry.
In July there was a percepiiblo
shrinkage in Jewry’s devotiqn. He
did not telephone quite so often. He
had vague excuses for
since Tuesday. Lizzie’s
noted the change almost
Ellen, and u.wil it as a
to last her.
“Not coming this afternoon—Sat-
urday? I thought he had-the after-
noon off. Nor tonight? . . . He has
to see a man on business ? . . . A good
bit of that lately!
When Lizzie learned thnt Jerry had
been seen at the country cluh as the
escort of Kezia Marsh, she was tri-
umphant. She could scarcely wait to
tell Ellen.
Jerry took some of the sting out
of this information hy saying to El-
len thnt night: “I wafit to be perfect-
ly frank with you—I’ve been seeing
something of - Kezia lately.’
Her heart knocked a little, hut she
managed tn rhhIc. “Kezia—yes?"
He watched her dosely. “I took
her out to the dance the other night."
“She’s very—attractive."
“Oh, attractive enough, but a little
spoiled. She amuses me. It occur-
red to me that since your parents are
so set against an engagement, it
would be well for us to go around
with others occasionally-’’
"Do you think that would help
matters with them?"
“At least it wouldn’t cause so much
talk. No one would be sure that we
felt u-nervous doubt of Cun
assail her. “But he dues knuw.—L
told him"
Ho stared at her unbelieving. "My
God. Dorrie, you told him ?’’
She answered a little sullenly, "I
lost my head. 1 suppose I was tired
of all thia pretending."
“What was the need of it? This,
is awkward. Do you realize whnt the
consequences may be? Hugh’s not
n had fellow. I might like him if he
weren’t married to you! And there’s
Jonn—and the town—and my com-
pany.” He seemed positively edgft
and there was a queer, critical curve
to his lip.
She turned away,
me!"
He drew her hack
still troubled. “I’m
about you, you know it. you dear gol-
den-haired Circe! But just ' the
same—’’
“Just the same—what?" Dorrie In-
sisted tautly.
"You’ve got us into a sweet mess
when it wasn't necessary. I’m awful-
ly fond of Joan, as I've often told
you; I've outgrown her—kid marriage.
But there are—complications. Ali-
mony—you know Joan hasn’t a cent.
And I’m not making a princely
nodded. Dorrie must
ibout Kezia and Jerry
That was the reason for thia
visit,, the cake was an offering of
sympathy. “It’s all so sad—so cruel."
She sighed.
Something leaped iti Dorrie’s face;
something rebellious and unkind.
“Hugh told you! He said he hadn’t!"
“No, not Hugh. I just hoard it to-
day I suspected something—things
puzzled me. .1 asked
her n long time, but
me."
Dorrie’s lip curled.
Why did Dorrie speak in that tone?
Why did she stare at her with such a
hostile gaze?- Suddenly the jmin in
Fluvanna’s chest gripped her; her
heart began to beat with quick ham-
mer—like strokes. Faster and faster
until the pntn seemed to be bursting
her lungs. The room revolved swift-
ly like a whirling black disk with a
circle* of, light at the center. The
circle of light became smaller and
smaller\mtil the blackness blotted it
out altogether. She knew nothing
more. o
Later she became conscious of Dr.
Carey holding her wrist, his finger
on her pulse. His face was grave.
“I must hnvefa+nted,” zh<* mur-
mured
“Yen must have indeed.”
“Now you’ve been rash about Hugh.
My advice is to fix it up. He’ll ove-
look it. He’s crazy about you.” He
stopped at the expression on her face.
“Love yoiw precious ? . . . Good Lord
yea. Bur 1 can’t move hand or foot
now! . , . We’ll not sec each other for
a while. Perhaps things will blow
over."
He was shedding things with his
easy optimism, escaping her. She
watched him go with a hurt curve on
her red lips, and a stony feeling in
her chest.
Her thoughts flew here and there
like frantic caged birds. Hugh-r-
therc was only Hugh.
Hugh drove his car into the coun-
try, drove for miles on unfamiliar
roads. Finally he drew up at a ma-
ple beside u field and sat there, think-
ing People passing in cars on their
way to church, nudged each other at
the sight of the young man hunched
over his wheel, a look of stupor on
his face. They tittered and exchang-
ed glances.
Finally he started the engine and
drove toward town. He turtied into
his mother’s driveway nt hnlfpast"
twelve. • Kezia wnved to him and camp
running down the steps. “Dorrie has
entil'd twice. She said to ring her up
if you came over.
He looked past her with lustreless
eyes. "All right,” he said thickly.
Carefully he backed his car down
the drive, and then circled the boule-
vard three times before he »uia force
himself to do down his own street.
Dorrie met him at the <!•«. Her
eyelids wens red with recenty weeping,
nnd the sight twanged n rf|jonsivo
chord of pity in him.
“Hugh.” she said bravely. Then
choked and paused, “Hugh, I’ve seen
Cun. '-I’ve told him it wns al) over
between us."
Ho stood, frozen ns a statute, his
sombre eyes burning into hers.
“I know now that you're the only
Kezia Marsh, pretty, selfish and
twenty, arrives home in Corinth from
sctypol and is met by her older broth-
esflHugh. He drives her to the Marsh
home where her widowed mother. Flu-
vanna, a warm-hearted, self-sacrific-
ing and understanding soul, welcomes
her. Kesia’s sister, Margery, plump
and matronly with the (tore of three
children, is at lunch with them.
Hugh’s wife, Dorrie, has pleaded a
previous engagement. On the way
back to his job at the steel plant
founded by one of his forebears, Hugh
paaaes Doc Hiller, a boyhood friend
whom he no longer sees frequently
because of Dorrio's antipathy. Flu-
vanna Marsh wakens the next morn-
ing from u drvain about her late hus-
band, Jim, whose unstable character
she fears Kezia has inherited. Ellen
Pendleton comes over. She is an ar-
tistically inclined girl who is a dis-
tant niece of Fluvanna's. She happily
tells Fluvanna she has become engag-
ed to Jerry Purdue. Ellen fears thut
her father and mother, Gavin nnd Liz-
zie will not-approve the match. Hugh
and Dorrie go out to the Freeland
Farms to dance with their friends,
Cun and Joan Whitney. Whitney.
. who has been out of work, has a
i new position. Cun and Dorrie dance
.together and then disappear for u
'while. Dancing with Joan, Hugh is
amazed to find her in tears.
Apparently she hua some sec-
net worry over her husband, Cun.
’•When Ellen and Jerry speak about
their engagement to Ellen's parents,
Lizzie is disagreeable until Jerry
kympathixea with her imagined ail-
jnents. The matter is left pending.
^Unexpectedly Hugh has to visit a
neighboring city on business. Re-
turning home to ask Dorrie to ac-
company him he finds her telephon-
ing. In confusion she quickly hangs
without saying good-by. Slic
ally agrees to accompany him. They
nd a delightful day and Hugh is
Xppy. At u family party. Kezia en-
counters Jerry. Ellen is disturbed
tohen Jerry is absorbed by Kezin.
Kerin goes out of her way to charm
Jerry. Fluvanna is concerned about
Kezin, who is evasive about dates she
hn- been having at night. She muses
• over the resemblance of Kezin to her
late husband, recalling how tempera-
Qpntal, moody and improvident he
had been. She recalls the tragic pic-
nf hi** death—how after drinking
and gambling to excess he is faced
t .....I . uuiiciii. ruin, how he tries to
rce her to mortgage her resources
pay his debts and threatens her
th a gun, how in a struggle for its
udon he is fatally wounded.
^worked and worried over busi-
Mugh stays at the office Satur-
ernoon. Doc Hiller advises a
Iler fool inp for Hugh progressed
through se\aR«l phases, apology and
pity nt firs.1, then resentment that he
should possess her personality, and
finally hatred, where she magnified
trifles, seized on each variance of
opinion and attitude to bolster up her
own position. She had come to the
point where.she felt it wouid^be a
kind of pleasure to have Hugh knd'w.
She hnd often wanted to tell him—
wntch his*-smug assurance thnt he
could fill her life, fnll anwy!--------
The Sunday morning after her dec-
laration to him, she aw«»kc late. The
chromium-framed little clock pointed
to ten. She lookoil over sleepily. The
bed she remembered and sat up ab-
ruptly. I-ast night?
Joan and Hugh bad been in the
kitchen. It hadn’t seemed long at
the time, but perhaps it as a half
hour She and Cun sitting on the
love scat at the far end of the dim-
ly lighted rwim, drugged by caresses,
whispering, had been rather oblivious.
They were confiilcnt that at the sound
of. returning voices or footsteps they
could rise and casually survey a book,
a picture. <Then Hugh's car had start-
ed and he had driven past the win-
dows on the drive.
Qin got up and want out to the
k^.hvn He came back with his fore-
Wad knitted. “Hugh was sick. Joan
He must have gone home . . .
Funny, wasn’t it? I wonder . .
"What?" ’
“Could he have looked in the win-
low ? No ... the blinds are down."
“Where is Joan?" ;
"Out there, sitting in a chair."
Do you think—?” She felt guilty
The thought clicked in Hugh’s
brain that twice lately he had heard
of men sent on vacations by thought-
ernoon over, she dizzy with
and told herself she wns a
oluptuous woman—like her
She wouldn’t see him again,
did. It became import-
er to see him. Frighttned,
for him to exact bis prom-
discreet. It was very easy
Curt to take her in hisf arms
< vowed his diacrvtwn.
^>imcs she had moody of self-
R when she met soma new evi-
MOMbf Hugh's affection, or of his
*s confidence in her. Finally
MMRceased altogether.-* There were
struggles to attain the shore;
ras swept along by a deep nnd
rous current. The stolen love
iated her whole being, and life
(only a frantic waiting until the
meeting could be arranged with
Mme degree of asfety.
She laughed on a low note. “Loy-
al an ever! . . . But—people change."
“Yes—they do,’’ said Hugh slow-
ly. His own predicament made him
more alive to the remote suffering in
her eyes. "Call on me if there’s any-
thing . .
Ellen shook, her head firmly.
“Thanks—there’s nothing."
Ronny came back from the tele-
phone with apologies. Hugh spoke to
him and then took his departure. He
found himself wishing he did not have
to go back to the office; the work had
gone- flat to him and "he found him-
self struggling to concentrate on the
simplest problems. When he hung up
his hat, Miss Ruskin passed with a
paper in her hand. “Mt. Sloan wants
to see you, Mr. Marsh.*'
He went into the office of the prea-
wlent. Sloan was telephoning but he
'nodded him to a dhalr. “Marsh," he
began briskly when he hung up the
receiver, "how would you like to take
a vacation?"
Hugh felt a faint perspiration
break out oj| his forehead. “You 1
mean you’ro not satisfied with my
work?”
The next morning Kezia came down-
stairs about noon, fresh iyid smiling.
She came to her mother in the li-
brary
“Just
mend
that's
them yesterday—but her only answer
was n dirty look! So I've been in-
dustrious this morning, washed four
pairs, and numerous stocking.”
Fluvanna took
a needle.
“Where were
dear?"
Kezia took a
her a look,
she said coldly.
“Who drove you over?"
The girl gave her a guarded glance
“Kezia, whom are you meeting that,
you won’t bring to the house? I hap-
pened to see you get into n car," Flu-
vanna stopped nnd pressed tyer hand
to her side. . .
“I won’t he questioned abolit ev-
ery little thing I do!”
"It's not a little thing; it’s a very
serious thing. If th<^re is some rea-
sonable explanation, why don’t you
give it to me?”
"I can’t."
“Why can’t you?"
“It’s someone whom you wouldn’t
allow at the house—so there!"
“My dear, surely you know that
I'd rather allow you to have anyone
—anyone—at the house, than have
you picked up im street corners!”
“Mother, darling,” said Tfeziir with
»urt innocence and touching appeal,
“you won’t scold me if I tell you?
“No.”
“I probably shouldn’t have start-
ed, and at first it was bfity in fun.
Bitt now it's real. He cares for me
instead of her!” She smiled quiv?r-
ingly; a tear squeezed out from the
mist in her eyes, rolled over her
cheek. She knelt by her mother’s
chair, laid her head on her arm. "You
understand, you dear understanding
mother—you’re not hurt ? And now
If you know you'll allow him to come
to the '.iod«e--as you promised you
would! .•. . He really adores you—
looks up to you!" .
Fluvanna gasped as revelation
came. “Kczzie! ... Not Jerry?"
“I suppose we couldn’t keep it much
I’m zurprised Lizzie hasn’t been over
aheady, ranting to you!"
Fluvanna ahooY her head, gave a
hopeloas sound in her throa. “Don’t
you realize what you’ve done? It’a
not Lizzie—it’s Ellen! The poor child
had confided in me ajl spring. She
was in love for the first time in her
life! , . . Oh, Keazie—Kezzie!"
Kezia drew her mother’s hands
down from her face, which she had
covered. Her voice was light and
winning. "Sweetest darling Mother,
you’ll allow him to come to the house?
. . . You said you would! Aud ydu’ll
bo nice to him when he comes?
Fluvanna thought. “Was she real-
ly thinking of marrying him?"
' “Yes, he may come to the house.
There must be no more secret meet-
ings.”
“You lamb!" She kissed her moth-
er. "And you’ll not say anything to
make him uncomfortable? He’s very
sensitive. He said it almost made
him shriek the way the Pendletons
looked down on him!"
It was Fluvanna’s swift thought
that receiving Jerry casually and
pleasantly might remove, the piquancy
of the situation as far as Kezia was
concerned. “I’ll be careful of his—
sensitiveness," she replied.
Kezia looked at her doubtfully.
Then. “1 knew 1 could count on you
to understand.” she murmured. "I’ll
go out and help Anna get the lunch
on the table.”
She went out directly lunch was
over. About one o’clock it begHin to
rain, a cold drizzle. The rain was too
late to help the baked farms and gar-
dens, but was soothing to taut nerves,
strained with too rpuch heat and sun-
light. Fluvanna wandered about the
house rather forlornly.
She would take a hot bath, and
then a nnp. No, she would lie down
first. That odd pain which she had
so often lately, was coming back.
the telephone to invite her and Ellen
for lunch on Wednesday, but Lizzie
was curt in her refusal. Both she
and Ellen had engagements for Wed-
nesday. Fluvanna flushed at her short
tone.
Perhaps she was a selfish mother,
but she wished that Kezin would he
more companionable, give her more
of her confidence.
One Monday night she said to her
grnily, “Kezia. 1 must know where
you are going.”
Kezia frowned nervously ns she
stood witty the screen door half open.
Someone
got home. 1 got him to stay
awakened this morning."
Cun whistled.
. "Did he take, his thing*?”
"No, they’re still here.”
He relaxed from his tense attitude,
shrugged his shoulders. "I suppose
he wns furious, looking in un our
little party! But ho doesn’t really
kntow anything . . . You can handle
right But it means we’ll
be more careful in the fu-
received a wire that their service!
wjuld no longer be needed. “I’m all
right," he answered brusquely. “I
feel betttcr working.”
His superior played with his foun-
tain pen. “Something
you?" he inquired.
Hugh did not answer
“Financial?"
“No."
“Perhaps she won’t ask any,”
Dorrie hopefully.
, “Can’t count on that."
Dorrie looked about her. "I'm
fully fond of my home. He let* me
get just ^hat 1 wanted. He couldn’t
take it, could he?” Her voice quav-
ered.
“Afraid he could. Although 1 im-
agine Hugh wouldjx be awfully de-
cent.’’
She buried her head on his shoul-
der. “l_do'n’t care about anything—
only you," she whispered. "I want
to be with you.".
Hia arm tightened about her. Then
she felt an unease in his muscles.
“Thia is darn ilangerous—my being
herv,” he whispered, as he kissed her
and released her.
giro us woman.”
"Going?" she
haven't settled
haven’t told me what to do.”
He paused on his way to the door.
“I’ll have to think about it. And by
the way. better not call me at the
office again. 1’11 find a way to call
you.” He picked up his hat.
' She felt she could not
She. who was se chary of caresses,
felt an irresistible longing to have
his arms about her. Iler lips trem-
bled with appeal. “You wonX let me
down. Cun? . . . I’ve grown to kive
you so terribly. I thought you’d be
glad we were free of all this hiding.
risited
Mrs.
W. P.
ipani-
An-
or the
its.
Sht- wwq inio her room and closed heard nothing of Ellen for some time,
the window where the rain beat in.
Someone came in the front door with-
out ringing the bell. She heard Dor-
rie's voice downhome?”
“Up here, Dorrie." ’ She sat down
suddenly in a chair, overcome with
weakness.
“1 brought you a cake I made my-
self,” said Dorrie.
"How delicious that will la*! You’re
so thoughtful, Dorrie.” Dorrie
a goud child.
"I haven’t had a maid lately,
been doing everything myself."
rie seemed to seek approval.
“Did Tillie get another place?"
“She had to go home because her
mother was sick. I wanted to do it
. . Ibought. I’d feel better."----------
Fluvanna bit her lip with the sud-
den pain, closed her eyes. After a
moment she heard Dorrie’s voice,
sounding as if it were far-off, “You
look so strange."
She did not answer. Then seeing
Dorrie’s eyes fixed on her in a kind
of fright, Fluvanna answered with
an effort: “Don’t mind me. I’m ter-
ribly upset and worried.”
"You know about it?” asked Dor-
rie, a little sharply.
Fluvanna
have heaq^l
too.
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