Copyright Macrae-Smith Co. 2 SYNOPSIS To the household of Doctor Ballard, in Mulberry Square, youthful Dr. Hugh Kennedy, comes as an assistant. Janie fs the nineteen-year-old daughter of Doctor Ballard. Her older sister, Celia, a petted beauty, is away from home. Hugh regards Janie as a small chum, but she has a far deeper feeling for him, Cella, returning home, accepts Hugh's open admiration as her due, just one more in her train of admir- ers, Tom McAllister is another, and Carter Shelby is a third, Following a visit by Shelby, Cella is visibly de- pressed. Hugh and Celia unexpectedly announce their engagement, Janie, heartbroken, returns to college, She is summoned home when her father ts seriously hurt in an auto accident. Hugh blames himself, feeling respon- sible, for allowing the elderly phy- gician to drive at night, his eyesight not fitting him for the task. Kennedy had been at a theater with Celia, she insisting on his going. Doctor Bal- lard's spine is injured so that he may never be able to walk again. There is hope in an operation, for which he must be taken to New York. Cella meets Carter Shelby again. The doctor is taken to New York, Mrs. Ballard going with him. The operation is un- successful, and Hugh announces his determination to stay “as long as the physician needs i even though that means the postponement of his wedding with Cella. She resents this CHAPTER IV—Continued ee] (em “1 didn’t expect this,” he sald. *1 thought you would both be in bed” He spwled wearily. The smile caught at Janie's heart. It reminded her of Father's smile. She realized, all at pnce, that Hh Father In many ways, She hadn't thought of It before, “You didn't mean it, Hugh?" Cella had left the armchair, er hands were clinging to the lapels of his coat. *You didn’t me on fits ike wus in that you here in the Squa “Of course I meant it. at finality ould stay " were agaln “I'm ¢ about it to- was tl his “You can't It's morbid can't do it, matter so very much? He daveuport, her with a weary sigh down into tLe circle of his arm. “Let's just night.” “Listen to me, “Please, darling Hugh's weary sigh tience was more bear. “Celia!™ It was leas But looked at Janle, her meaning out of the roon tight In her arms, I “Why, Janie Balla Janie, huddled Into stairs, blinked and opened “lI was sleepy,” couldn't get any farther. “It's one o'clock.” One o'clock! Then Celia must have been talking to Hugh for an hour, “You come straight on up to bed" Celia brushed past her huddled figure Her heels made a clicking sound on the steps. A door opened and closed. The light from the living room fire shone out across the hall, Janie heard a sound of somebody moving, the creak of the davenport springs, a long weary sigh. Hugh! She walked quietly to the door. Hugh had flung himself down on the daven- port. The position of his body sug- gested complete exhaustion. His eyes stared at the dying fire. “Hugh,” she called softly. His eyes turned from the brightened, were somber again, “Aren't you sleepy, Hugh?” “All but my head. That keeps on spinning around.” “Do you want drink?” He shook his head. He looked at Janle, sleepy and small in the door. way, tender concern in her wide clear hazel eyes. A brown little girl with a dog. Sweet, funny kid! “Come here,” he said. She crossed at once to the daven- port. She looked at him with a ten- derness in her eyes. She sald nothing at all, “Stay with me,” Hugh sald wistfully. “I hate being alone.” She made a nest of cushions on the floor and settled herself among them, By lifting her eyes a little she could look directly at Hugh, “Am I being heroic?" Hugh asked. “Tell me, Janie. You always seem to know about things. You don’t really know,” he added, “You feel, How do you feel about that? Is it morbid of me to want to stay here and help your father?” She knew that he was repeating things which Celia had said. “Have I a martyr complex? Is it a theatrical gesture? Tell me, young fellow.” “I think it's splendid,” she sald. He liked that, Hé had liked her to admire him doing stunts on the hick- ory limbs. He was only a boy who had made a mistake and wanted to make up for It. Tenis falt verv ma- ture to the drew be quiet to Hugh.” protest, rin taking a heap on the er eyes, Lae i she murmured, *I " fire, something hot to “I really want to, Janie,” Hugh sald earnestly. “I couldn't leave him. No matter what it costs—" Costs! Janie was breathless and still, “It's the disappointment,” Hugh seemed to have forgotten Janle, He was talking to relieve his own over. burdened mind. “It is hard for her, She loves gayety. She wants to go abroad.” Janle made no comment, She just nestled closer until her head lay In the curve of his arm, He was strok- ing her hair. She could feel his fin gers. Like Father's fingers, gentle and firm and caressing with a touch that made her tingle as Father's fin gers had never done. A wave of hap- piness swept through her, a wave of misery. Hugh was caressing her hair! “I didn't think she would take I(t like this,” Hugh sald presently. “I thought she would understand. But it doesn't matter, Even if | lose her, this Is something that I am going to do.” Janie saw his lips close in a de termined line. She saw the torture in his eyes, She had to help him somehow, “I guess,” she sald slowly, "if you are as beautiful as Cella you do ex- pect more from life. You can't bear commonplace things—like Mulberry Square. Especially,” she added, “if you've been taught to expect it all of your life.” She was thinking of the people who had taught Celiln to belleve that she was sacred and set apart; Mother, Aunt Rose, the boys who had loved her. She had often thought that It wasn't entirely Celia's fault, For years she had kept that thought tucked away In the back of her mind so that it might comfort Hugh tonight, It did comfort him. A look of peace crept into his eyes “It's there” beauty. T he sald drowsily. hidden i find It some time. He was qulet for so long that Ji ht he had gone to «d ap at him. had vanished from his eyes. They stared somberly over Janie's head into the glowing flames, Presently he sald only half aloud, “But suppose it isa't there. Suppose | made it up mirage . Janle gasped and sat very still “No, that's net true,” Hugh sald firmly. “I'm not being fair. But Jaule darling, I can’t play games.” “Games?” she asked, “It's a waste," ‘1 want to live serenely, | I can’t bear There would was sure of that, for creating hurt over and her wretched would be hurt, was helpless, could do. 1 his hand and winked back the stinging tears, “What would 1 Hugh asked. all? “Silly I" she whispered, a happy feel ing In her heart because there was, gieeD, Nhe i. trunk he look of peace "” bewildered. Wo he continue geenes” be ma There was nothing do without you? “How could 1 bear it at “Do You Want Something Hot to Drink?” after all, something she could do for Hugh. He needed her a little. He needed her very much, “Don't leave me,” he sald, “if I hap- pen to go to sleep.” “1 won't,” she promised. “You're a joy in the worid, little fellow.” The words came very slowly, “There Isn't much to you except your hazel eyes and your lovely smile,” he added, smiling at the drowsy droop of her lashes. “But I like you in spite of that. You're a very good little egg.” CHAPTER V Celia wandered restlessly from win. dow to window in her cream and lilac room, * Hugh was simply Impossible. In all the weeks since he bad announced his Intention of staying on the Square, she had not been able to shake his de- termination. There were times when he had wavered, times when she had been almost confident of success, But he had never entirely yielded. “You're sacrificing your Hugh” “I can't see it that way." “Father wouldn't expect it.” “I shall stay as long as he needs me." “Don’t you love me?" “I adore you. But this Is something that I intend to do.” How she hated the finality In his voice, the tight line of his lips, the stubborn thrust of his jaw. It was absurd, unreasonable. She was sorry about Father, too. jut Hugh's sense of duty or honor or whatever he called it was fantastic, Nothing had been able to shake his determination. She had stopped wearing his ring. He had noticed it but had sald nothing at all He seemed purposely to neglect and avold her. He shut himself into his room or drove with Janle in that out- rageous car they called “Horatius”™ It was more than anybody could be expected to stand. Father had been removed to a sanitarinm In the West, There would be another operation, And then there would be the sound of a wheel chair in the hall and the glit and green par- lor would be turned into a bedroom. Cella shivered. future, She stood at the window and looked down into the Square, noth- ing lovely In the foliage of the small mulberry trees, in the mauve plumes of the new pushing green of the grass, She couldn't bear it to live here all of her use would Hugh's money be or her own fragile beauty If she must stay In Mull Square? Se She saw lilacs, in the life, Of what erry wondered why she ed to him, rreditable to Celia, She overlook indifference, erselfl that it was because her greatly and she She recalled the had made as they sat to- that ridiculous car In the scented intimacy of a narrow side road, His ardor had thrilled her, had restored her wounded His promises were peep-holes into a das zling have gether in pride, future. If she could possibly foreseen A hurdy-gu miliar wal swift lifting had danced t £ o it with Carter Si by on New Year's day at “Sportsman’s he would do anything to make If she should go to him simply, “I'm very unhappy, Carter. My engagement was a mis take,” would he take her away to those far lovely places which he had 80 beautifully described? She thought that he would, Thoughts slipped rapidly through her mind. Fate, she decided, was turning the handle of the hurdy-gurdy. All at once the three shadow Celias nodded their golden heads, The real Cella, after weeks of toying with an fdea, had made a final decision. She glanced at her watch, One o'clock! She could take the 2:20 into the city and make connections with the Wash ington express, She had made up her mind and she did not waver. As she bathed, she assured herself that she was doing the best thing for everybody concerned. Mother would understand. It was her dearest wish that Celia might escape the Square, Father would be satisfied if he knew she was happy. He wanted them to be happy. Dear Father! She would send him books and an inlaid chess board and baskets of beautiful fruit. Hugh would be terribly hurt but she thought he rather deserved it. And Janle, dear little Janie— Well, Janie could never understand, She decided to take no luggage. Her suede bag would hold a nightgown, her tooth brush, her lip stick and pow- der and rouge. It was better to get away quietly. She could send later for her clothes. She hadn't much money. Enough to buy a ticket to Washington, She wondered idly If Aunt Lucy and Muriel were at home, Should she leave a note Yor Hugh? What should it be? She couldn't say flatly that she refused to live in Mul berry Square, She had never sald that. She didn’t quite dare to write that she was going to marry Carter Shelby. She decided not to leave a note. Her engagement ring? She opened the tiny plush case. It twinkled at her from Its nest of satin, She left it on the dresser. She left It with much regret. It was a beautiful ring. Before she left the room, she tore the flap off one of the square gray en. velopes. It was marked, In his own writing, with Carter's Initials and his Washington address, She tucked it into her bag and, fully equipped for conquest, she closed the door behind her, 4 and say The last time! she thought as she walked down the wide polished stairs, She worked up a feeling of sentiment for the old brick house. She suc- ceeded very well, There were tears on her lashes when she closed the front door. The last time! She broke a leaf from one of the mulberry trees and crushed it in her hand, , It made a staln on her pale gray gloves. She dropped it indignantly. Great-uncle Charlie was standing be side the ticket window in the station. “Little trip, Celin?" he asked, sweep- ing off with a gallant gesture his dilapidated felt hat. “I'm going to town" She wished that he wouldn't make her so spleuous, People were smiling. Uncle Charlie was a dreadful old man. She opened her bag, The flap from the gray envelope fluttered down to the floor, did not notice it. She ticket to Philadelphia. was rumbling the CON She g...ed for a The train station, into Great-uncle Charlie saw the flap of the gray envelope. He picked it up. Because it matched Cella's costume, he thought that she might dropped it. It didn't look important, He slipped it into his pocket and thought more about It I have nothing confidently through station. People her. It gave her Celia walked the Washington turned to look after a feeling of “Whi a voice * ghe heard Miller? a thrill dreamy arilyn in a younger SDET, vrs rel expres os ng whi slia's eyes. She smil manner Vas simmering you were beaut what you wantes There was hi Shelby The Charleston Lovely Carter Shelby. Shelbys, of little thing Her fingers Course, The moment of the telephone slot. waiting seemed very long. A voice at last. Carter's volce, low and thrill ing. His SBouth Carolina accent. “This is Celia, Carter.” She steadied her voice effort. “Who? “(alin " with an was annoyed, nized her voles, #] to be in town. ight.” Can nappel §Ou ried t mee ine 3 eet Ine somewhere *I'm leaving at mi hesi ion. “But wa you, He named a knees were steady again, meet her in half an hour, it was a rather shabby hotel In an undistinguished street. When she had paid the taxi-driver, there was very little money left in her dainty suede bag. She sat in a chair in the lobby and was annoyed with Carter. Surely, she thought, he might have suggested | more glamorous meeting place. For the first time a devil of doubt scam- pered through her mind, A man across the lobby was staring at her ad- miringly. The devil of doubt scam- pered away. She was confident again. The moments dragged by. She glanced up expectantly with every whirl of the revolving door. At last she saw him, tall and graceful and dark, hurrying to meet her, making all the other men In the lobby look thick and dull and uninteresting, “Celin!” He was smiling down at her, holding both of her hands. Was there a hint of apprehension in his eyes? She preferred to think there was not. “It's lovely to see you, Carter” The silver harp strings were singing. “When did you arrive? “At seven” “Have you had dinner? “No.” She was hungry. She hadn't thought of it before. The dining room was dingy. Carter gave an order, Celia removed her gloves, rested her elbows on the table, her chin on her folded hands She smiled at Carter through a pink blur of light. He was looking at her hands, “You haven't—" He paused. She knew that he bad missed her engage- ment ring. “I've been very unhappy,” she sald plaintively. “I found I had made a mistake.” There was no hint in his eyes of the joy she had anticipated. The devil of doubt and his fifteen brothers were scampering through her mind. An uncomfortable silence fell upon them, The waiter brought an assortment of food. Celia ate without tasting. She found it difficult to swallow, “Why are you here?” Carter was smoking a great many cigarettes, “I've been unhappy,” she sald slow- ly. “I had to get away." He looked at her strangely, “Mrs. Grove and Muriel are in Ash- ville,” he sald, “ “Ob . ¥ . Another I'll meet Celin's would hotel. He “olla ... She looked up at him quickly, She fancied his voice had an edge. “Did you ecome—to see me? asked, All the careful speeches she had prepared abruptly left her mind, She saw that he was annoyed, Her nalls, under cover of the eloth bit into the palm of her hand, “Of course not” she sald lightly. “3 thought Aunt Lucy was home” “The servants are there,” he sald. “Mr. Grove goes back and forth" She hated him for suggesting the servants, He wanted to dispose of her, jut she must not let him see that she cared, “I'} stay with Mary Lou Miller™ She had invented the name. She saw the relief In his eyes, “1 have something to tell you, Celia He leaned toward her over the table. he " “Did You Come—to See Mel” Asked, He ar I are wg for Ashville at midnight” » was furiously angry. She knew that anger was not becoming. She controlled her face with an effort. Her nails bit her hand, “Muriel engaged. deeper into the palm of hadn't told she sald She bit into wmearoon, It tasted like sawdust evenly. and ‘ ann when the Groves return to Was - ha “The engagement wili be { ton,” Carter said, at ease nov {| she was taking | wires living abroad. Her hand, nails, tore She and Muriel uldn't bear it! { leased from the biting { the frills on her blouse. { not let him know that she cared. i “1 hope you will be very happy.” { she sald, “Thank you, Celia.” He looked at her through the mist of shaded pink light, His eyes softened. “You are lovely,” he said, Her hand fell away from the frill of her blouse. It pleased her to think that whenever he looked at Muriel across a table he would be seeing Celia as she was tonight with a knot of violets pinned against her scarf. She was able, through the diminishing surge of anger, to feel a little sorry for him, “1 understand,” she said gently. She wore her “Saint Cecelia” expres sion, She ate another macaroon. 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