Copyright Macrae-Smith Co.
SYNOPSIS
To the quiet household of Doctor
Ballard, In Mulberry Square, youthful
Dr. Hugh Kennedy, comes as an as-
sistant, to stay a year. He first meets
Janie, nineteen-year-old daughter of
Doctor Ballard. Her older sistar, Cella,
a petted beauty, is away from home.
Hugh regards Janie, a universal favor-
ite, as a small girl, to be treated as a
chum. He is impressed by evidences of
Doctor Ballard's kindness of heart, and
his popularity. Hugh sees a photograph
of Celia, and is impressed by her igve-
liness, He continues to regard Janie
as, as he expresses it, a "good little
fellow," a “funny kid,” but she has a
far different feeling for him. Cella re-
turns home,
CHAPTER VI—Continued
ES
Muriel talked no further of Japan,
Tom asked Janie about the play-
ground.
“I think it's dear of Janle to be in-
terested in those little foreigners.”
Celia smiled at her small grave sister.
**She makes me feel absolutely worth-
less, I adore children. They were so
cunning on the beach in their wisps
of bathing sults. I used to build cas-
tles for them. We played fairy tales.
They pretended that 1 was the Prin
cess,”
Janie knew
tal
Hugh had no men.
vision of Janle strug
He
beneath an umbrella on
building castles
dren who calle
saw
dren, red-haired boys who looked like
Hugh, tiny blond girls with
violet eves. It worked ont very well
A maid brought
and small round
fluted paper,
“Aren't they cunning,” Celia
“in their ruffled petticoats?"
Hugh smiled his
dropped two lumps of
cup. Muriel and Jani
long expressive glance,
Hugh
they'd had who told
leaves,
“I had my fortune told at
Celin’'s
markable achievement, “A
gazer, She told me 1
She said she felt it the moment 1 en-
tered the room.
ng with
saw Celia
the
clean
“Princess.”
her, ips, with
beach,
for pretty chlil-
He
his own chil-
Celia's
tea and sandwiches
cakes in cups of
asked,
appreciatic
was reminde {I a servant
fortunes with tea
the shore”
manner made it seem a re
hi crystal
was psychie.
I do have strange pre
I feel them in
stabs rose
monitions sometimes.
ny wrists, Littl
pricks.”
Celia
like
and Hug
about premonitions.
cigarette, Janie
talked
a fresh
wish
Tom presently glances
lying back in the low »
long graceful legs
the smoke
ing above her }
“You look like an ad.”
* Hugh
from the
“Doesn't she?
“Muriel
smiled p
like a Is
with a quivering s
is so
“Excuse me” Mu
chair and walked
Janie followed,
made fis
sary.
self,
rose from her
toward the
after a m
» apologies, It wasn't
Celina was talking abou
No noticed that
house,
She
neces.
t her
had
siment.
one Janie
Bone,
Muriel was pacing back and forth
in the wide oak-beamed hall
“If T had stayed,
thrown things,” she said to Janie,
Muriel looked almost ugly today.
Her face was somber; her eyes were
dark with helpless rage. Janie thought
of the garden party when Muriel had
looked pretty, standing against the
oak tree, talking and langhing with
Tom. She thought of running away
with Hugh to the point beyond the
White Marsh creek. She remembered
how he had smiled at her and told
her all of his dreams ‘
“Look at our Christmas tree now!”
*You can't see the tiny first star.”
“It's lost in the dazzle.”
Janie look at Muriel,
“It makes everything different,” she
sald, “Celia being at home.”
m
Celia cherished a secret. K had to
do with square gray envelopes which
arrived at irregular intervals,
“Who 1s it, darling?" Mother would
ask. She liked to enjoy, vicariously,
her pretty daughter's conquests,
“Just some one 1 met ut the shore.”
Cella would smile mysteriously as
though there were some things in life
too sacred to be discussed.
Janie wondered about it Celia,
usually, made a grand parade of her
victims. Could Celia have fallen In
love? That, somehow, was a strange
idea. You thought of people falling
in love with Celia.
His name was Carter, Janie found
a half-finished letter on Celia’s cream
and Ivory desk,
“Carter dear—
“It's dreadful to be so sensitive. No.
body understands, Last night 1 went
out and stood In the garden. The
wind sighed through the trees and all
the roses were still, I felt small
and lost and alone. If you had been
here"
Last night Celia had returned home
ate" from a dance at the club and
I would have
fallen asleep as soon as her head
touched the pillow. Janie felt like
adding a postscript to the letter. She
nobly refrained.
It was Great-aunt Rose who ex-
plained. She came to call one Sun-
day afternoon. Celia was spending the
day with Aunt Rhoda, Janie sat
curled up with a book in a fat leather
chair, Mother rocked languldly and
waved a palm-leaf fan.
“I suppose Celia has
Helen,” Aunt Rose began.
“Has something happened?’ Moth-
er, of course, was expecting the worst,
“Something which may be pleasant.”
Aunt Rgge smiled faintly, She never
really laughed. It wasn't aristocratie,
“A charming young man, vacationing at
the shore, was very attentive to our
pretty little girl”
“From Washington? Mother had
glimpsed the post-marks on the
square gray envelopes,
“He is located in Washington now.”
Aunt Rose, on all occasions, spoke as
though she were addressing a meeting
of the D. A. R. "His home,
formed me, Is {in Charleston.”
“What is his name?" Mother, Janle
thought, was getting a little excited.
Charleston! It had a fascinating
sound. You thought of mansions and
live oak trees and vivid
flowers
“Carter Shelby.”
the name her unqus
have made
told you,
he in-
asardens of
Aunt Rose gave
ifled appraval. "1
The Car-
ters and the Shelbys are prominent in
Charleston society.”
“And you think—
seeing visions and dreaming dreams.
“I think are
pretty little girl"
It was a loss which Janie
could bear with fortitude.
Carter Shelby! If only Celina would
marry him! Maybe then
After that Mother ceased to
investi fons,
"
we likely to lose our
felt she
Jess this
look
Janie found her rummag.
ing one day through a book case in the
It harbored the
cast-offs of the
“The Little
in Africa”
years,
Colonel”
baby
series,
the
Game detective
liked, two rows of massive volumes
were bound coples of a maga.
It was through these that Moth-
“What are you looking for? Janle
“1 remember seeing it once”
Moth.
wondered,
was not devoted to literature,
it Is!" she exclaimed.
ve
“Janie!
knees and
wider, The
was entitled “Charleston Gar
There were pictures in
XW ood
Janle dropped to her
looked over Mother's she
article
dens.”
of be
color
* Moth.
ns in her eyes,
greod,
anie saw through a tunnel of arch.
ing trees a mansion of rosered brick,
Mother's finger trembled as it pointed
the line of lettering beneath
pleture, “Magnolia—~The Home of
Colonel Valentine Shelby.”
“It might not be the
Janie objected,
It did seem that Mother was count.
ing a number of unhatched eggs
“Aunt Rose never makes mistakes
like that” Mother was dreaming
over the picture. “1,” she sighed, “will
never escape this Square, tut Celia
certainly shall”
Celia, however, volunteered no in-
formation. She continued to act as
though young Mr. Shelby was a sub-
Jeet too sacred to be discussed. When
a square gray envelope failed to ar
rive in the morning mail she was
petulant and plaintive. When it did
arrive, she donned her “Saint Cecelia”
expression. Janie wondered. Had
Celia fallen in love?
Father went away for the last two
weeks In August. His friend, Judge
Trent, from Baltimore, had a camp
in the Blue Ridge mountains, Father
was pleased and excited.
“A legacy is useful,” he sald at
breakfast the morning he left,
“I'll do my best, Doctor Ballard”
Hugh promised gravely.
“Keep an eye on him, Janie”
“Both eyes, Father.” Janle was
perched on the arm of his chair, want-
ing to keep him, happy because he
could go.
“Do take care of yoursel?, John"
Mother was closing a bag. “Remem.
ber—nothing fried!”
Stoney was waiting with Father's
car at the door, Rachel was an
nouncing the time In melancholy ac
cents, Father was kissing Mother and
Janie and shaking hands with Hugh,
“Where's Cella? he asked.
“She came In so late last night”
Mother answered quickly. “I couldn't
bear to wake her”
Father looked disappointed.
right” he sald
for nme”
A chorus of good-bys, Stoney stow-
ing Father's bags In the back of the
shabby old car. Rachel wiping her
eyes on her apron and grumbling for
all she was worth, A waving of hands,
out the
same one
“All
“Kiss her good-by
A splutter and roar from the engine,
Father was gone!
Hugh was busy after that. He had
no time to sit on the lawn at Aunt
Lucy's and fall in love with Cella,
Janle felt almost happy again and for-
got to wish she had never been born.
And then-—
Janie came Into the garden one eve-
ning through the alley-way gate. Cella
was sitting with some one on the seat
around the catalpa tree. But it wasn't
Hugh, It was Tom McAllister, She
walked slowly across the grass, mak-
ing no nolse at all,
“Celia, darling,” Tom was saying,
“have you ever had in all your life a
really honest emotion?”
“That isn't kind." The silver harp
strings quivered. “You don't under.
stand me, Tom."
“Oh, yes 1 do. You're a clever little
lady—but not quite clever enough”
“Life is so hard for me, Tom.” The
harp strings were playing a tragic
tune. “I simply ean't bear to hurt
people, Sometimes 1 wish 1 were
cross-eyed and had a wart on my
chin”
“Celia!
rebuke,
kiss you,
to spank you Instead.
tonight.”
Janie momentarily interrupted Tom's
romantic intentions,
Celia!" A tender, laughing
“The Irish In wants to
The Scotch In me tells me
I'll Just be Irish
me
She slipped past
them with a casual “hello” and walked
t
on toward the house, ves lifted
¢ up there,
wal g Celia,
use she sat
the
ng i caring be
ith Tog McAllister
italpa tree?
Hugh's door was open
reached the top of the sia
“Hello, Janle.” He smiled as she
stopped at the door. “Are you sleepy,
neath
when she
1 , wee
rLIOW |
very.”
ittle
She studied his face.
2
Janie Attended to the Dusting in
No Very Amiable Frame of Mind.
unhappy.
“let's get the car” he said. “and
ride for a million miles”
He did care about Celia.
big laughing Hugh . .
lowed hard,
“I'd love it," she sald.
and ride and ride"
“You're nice, Janie Ballard” Hugh
sald gently. "Youre a very good
little egg.”
(th, dear
Janie swal
“We'll ride
———
CHAPTER VII
Carter Shelby was expected at any
moment!
Janie, returning from the playground
one afternoon early In September,
found the old brick house in a state of
wild excitement.
“it's Celia’s friend, Mr. Shelby”
Mother said In answer to Janie's ques-
tion. “He's coming for supper. The
telegram arrived at noon. But we
didn't open It and Celia came home
only an hour ago. Stoney is out with
Father and Hugh Is freezing the sher.
bet. Rachel is as mad as a hornet's
nest and 1 am simply exhausted.”
“Where's Cella?"
“She's dressing.” Mother's face was
flushed. “Why haven't we had this
room papered? It really is a disgrace,
If only John Ballard would forget the
widows and orphans long enough
“1 don’t see why you make such a
fuss,” Janie said rather croesly,
“Can't you appreciate Celia's feel
ings at all? Mother's expression {m-
plied that Janie was no true daugh-
ter of hers but an orphan »n a door
step. “Isn't this Square bad enough
with children screaming and men in
tree, his coilar opened, his sleeves
rolled up, a smudgy streak on his
their shirt sleeves and no one to serve
but Rachel? And Cella Is so sensi
tive."
“Celia is a luxury this f@mily can't
“Janie!” Mother was close to tears.
afford.”
“All right. I'll dust the living
room, And I certalnly hope that our
very amiable frame of mind. She was
warm and weary, She wanted a bath.
Cella would be dressing while every
one else worked like slaves. Even
Hugh. She saw him turning the
freezer In the shade of the catalpa
nose, Dear Hugh. If Celia would
marry this Carter Shelby ., . . She
returned to the dusting with new de-
termination,
Celia, upstairs, was experiencing a
moment or two of utter panic, She had
described It to Carter Shelby as a
charming place, this shabby old-fash-
loned house, She had made him see
her against a background of dim green
arbors, climbing roses, ancestral por-
traits and faithful family servants
What would he think of Rachel?
What would he think of the Square?
She had let him suppose that they
were wealthy. It was easy and pleas
ant to create that impression, travel
ing with Great-aunt Rose, You
¢ preferred a quiet hotel You
asked Great-aunt Rose to wear her
amethysts and her diamond-studded
said
combs, .
What would he think it
Celia mentally the
room with its dingy paper and
stains on the cel ¢ where
dining
the
the bath
inspe cited
room plumbing leaked through, Car
ter was astidious. She
that he
liked him for
she
Muib
nam
remembered
had no little things
o
EE bim.
his ardent
hair, his t
ners. She hada’
him. In spite of
quite sure of him now,
him to take her away from this dreary
old Square, Celia and Carter. They
handsome “Mrs,
Carter Shelby. Charles.
ton Shelbys
What
peach-tinted
dark
chia
She
wanted
were together
Oh,
Lovely little thing"
she
lingerie,
tractedly around the roc
tulle? was
primrose chiffon?
That was bec
She slipped it on,
from
yes, the
shouid wear? ols
fluttered dis
The white
formal
The lilac organ 13
‘hat too The
As her head and
throat emerged the lilac cloud,
she smiled again,
all, that the house
needed repairs?
“You pretty thing,” she whispered
to the dreaming girl in the mirror,
Hugh was standing beside the newel
post as Celia walked
She saw
was shabby and
down the stairs
in his eyes a tribute to her
He was much less attractive
Shelby, she thought. But
beauty,
than Carter
ed her,
for helping, Hugh”
sou i
hand rest
for a moment
ut from the living
sulky and cross and
brown girl!
Janie was so
little
that
and dress, dear” Celia
led at her grave little sister.
The dining room looked better than
she had expected with the pink and
lavender cosmos and the tall pale can-
Celia lowered the shades. There!
Upstairs she heard water running and
Mother calling to Father. They were
good to her. She would make It up
to them when she had a great deal of
money. It was her duty to marry
well, She plone could rescue them all
from this tawdry old Square,
Mother came downstairs, patting
herself ints place. Father presently
followed, Janle, Hugh, The long hand
of the clock moved to half.past six.
“Shouldn't he be here, darling?”
Mother asked anxiously,
“He didn't say any definite time.”
“Coming by train?" Father was
hungry and wanted his supper.
“He's driving”
“I'm starved,”
patient sigh,
Hugh picked out notes on the plane
and looked at Celia in her lilac or
gandy frock. Celia listened for the
door-bell and pleated the edge of her
handkerchief,
The bell rang. All eyes turned to
Celia.
“You go, Rachel,” she said,
Rachel returned with a telegram.
“Fo' you, Miss Celia”
Cella ripped it open, pulled out
the yellow sheet. She read it through
and crumpled it in her hand.
“He isn't coming!” she cried In a
passion of anger and disappointment.
“Never mind, darling.” Mother's
face paled. “It's all right” Mother
was soothing Celia with soft little
hushing sounds. “Don't fret.”
“No use wasting a party.” Father
was smiling as though a tragedy had
not occurred. “Cail over the wall,
Janie, to Doctor and Mrs. Warden”
Celia was amiable at supper. She
laughed at the rector's Jokes and was
attentive to dowdy Mrs, Warden, But
at the end of the meal her handker
chief was torn into ragged shreds,
The next day It rained. The house
was chilly, Celia came languldly
downstairs at noon. She wore an oid
woolen dress that was faded and out
of plest. Her eyes were heavy, She
dies
Janie sald with a
hadn't slept very well Janle was
lying flat on her stomach beside the
living room hearth,
“Didn't you go to the playground?”
Cella asked,
“The kids
turned a page,
“Where's Mother?”
“Having lunch with Mrs. Leland”
Janie kicked her heels together. “It's
a committee meeting.”
“When do we have lunch?”
“We don't, lachel is in bed
neuritis.”
Cella moved restlessly around the
room, How shabby it looked!
had dusted,
ing.
aren't ducks” Janie
with
No one
The flowers wers droop-
Glimpsed through the rain-splat-
tered windows the Square was dismal
and forlorn. How could Janie be con-
tented, reading beside the hearth?
“Peter Bruce ‘phoned you,” Janle
“What did he want?”
“I don't know.”
3 didn't eare.
red hands,
Peter Bruce with
Was this to be
She drooped like a wilting
reading,
130 ee
page
and watched
on her honey-
be lovely.
itifully formed . .
with
ughing Hugh !™
ll rang. Celia slipped
answer it. A tall young man
wited coat stood on the rain.
splashed steps
her,
“Is this Doctor Ballard's residence ?™
A southern accent
“Yes.” The rain was falll
wavy halr. His face
even when he smiled
dark was dark
His teeth were
very white
“Is Miss Ballard at home?”
Celia
“Why.
harp strings were ia
answered in person.
Carter Shelby! The silver
f drawn, She
| to meet him, both hands ex-
f gesture of greeting.
down” Y Mr.
smiling down
her hands.
it and came on the train”
led him he living room.
tered She intro-
duced him to Janie and to Hugh.
He ought to wear costumes, Janie
thought. A brocade vest, a coat with
velvet lapels, Strange that his face
was dark even when he smiled “
Women like a suggestion of mystery,
Hugh thought. He doubted if even in
the very far South they spoke with
such an exaggerated drawl He
thought of the gambler in “Show
oat.” Ravenal-—that was his name.
Celia seemed nervous, He wished he
could help her somehow “oe
“Have you had lunch? Celia asked
when Hugh had taken his coat and
Janie had pushed the armchair close
to the fire.
“Well, no. As a matter of fact—"
He accepted a cigarette and bent to
the lighter Hugh snapped.
Lunch! Celia thought of Rachel in
bed with neuritis. She thought of what
was left in the icebox. She thought of
Mother lunching with Mrs Leland.
She felt very badly used,
Janle was sorry for Celia. She
couldnt bear it, somehow, tp see her
shaken and nervous. She wished she
had dusted this morning and rear
ranged the flowers,
“Our maid Is IL" she explained to
Carter Shelby. “And Mother isn't at
home. Last night we killed the fatted
calf.” She smiled her wide gay smile.
“There's nothing left but the bones.”
Hugh laughed. Why will she say
such things? Celia inwardly fumed.
Carter Shelby smiled.
TO BE CONTINUED.
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ply of stamps arrived, one in particu.
lar seemed to cause an unusual
amodnt of merriment on the part of
the natives. An Inquiry revealed that
the stamp was overprinted “Tahae
Sileni” Instead of “Tehae Silent”
which does not seem provocative of
much mirth until it was learned that
the former means “Thief Shilling” and
not “One Shilling” as intended by the
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