SUSPICION & By R. K. WILKINSON ©. Bell Syndicate. ~~WNU Service. HERE was no real cause for It. None other than that strange, unexplainable inner voice that is a woman's intuition, Anne just began to sense the feel- Ing of suspicion when Gregg an- nounced he would have to stay at the office at least one night a week. “It's the depression,” he told her. “We've had to let a lot of the boys £0. Working overtime to fill In the gap.” Anne fought the feeling, and yet it persisted. Why? She couldn't find an answer. Certainly Gregg had changed none in his attitude toward her. He was the same always—loving and kind and devoted. He'd been that way for two years. Two years of blissful, unbelievable happiness—as far as Anne was con- cerned, Suspicion is the Instigator of jeal- ousy. It gnaws at one's soul, It is like a malignant disease. Time stimulates its growth, When one is suspicious of one's hus- band one is apt to brood rather than confide, Hence there was no relief, no es- cape from the torment, * 4 » At the end of two months Anne found herself the victim of mental tor- ture, Her diet was affected, She lay awake nights wondering if Gregg really was working late every Wednesday night, conjuring up ple- tures of how he spent his lunch hours, visualizing him keeping secret ren- dezvous. She tried mightily to cast the thing from her mind. Not a single Instant did she enter tain the idea of accusing Gregz. he thought of doing so, only to dis- cover her fears unfounded, struck ter ror to her heart. Nor did she consider trying to en trap him. She shuddered at thoughts of sink- ing so low as to sneak out and spy on him, Her love was greater than that. And yet when, a few days later, her closest friend, Helen Browning, said in a jocular way: “Saw that perfect husband of yours out riding with a rather attractive girl last night.” it was as If Anne had been waiting for and expecting the an nouncement, She had all she could do to keep her nerves under control, to return Helen's light, merry grin with a forced laugh and a bit of repartee, So it was true? Gregg was carrying on an affair with another woman! No, not Gregg! Not dear, kind, devoted Gregg! Not the Gregg whom she adored and worshiped and loved more dearly with each passing day. Impossible ! - » » Anne brushed the mist before her eyes and laughed. It wasn't true. It couldn't be. There was some explanation for it And yet It was Wednesday night and when Gregg came in the hour was past 12. He looked wretchedly tired and mis- erable, Anne lay with a book In her hand and pretended to read while he pre pared for bed. “These late hours are knocking me for a loop.” He took off one shoe, yawned, stretched. “Had to take the stenog. home. You'd think a stenog. would have sense enough to live within walking distance of her job” Anne became rigid, Stenographer. Anne remembered the girl. A blonde! It would have to be a blonde! Sleek and young and in a cheap sort of way beautiful! But shallow, like most girls who pound typwriters and chew gum. Anne waited a week. She was going to give Gregg every opportunity to come to her, to be hon- est and fair about the whole thing. She waited a week because there was the bare possibility that she had been mistaken, that it was all a prod- uct of imagination, And during the week she walted Anne tried to perceive in her hus band some change, some noticeable difference in his demeanor that would betray his deceit. But Gregg remained the same. He looked tired and worn. His features revealed the strain of hard work, and more than once he mentioned that if the present pace continued to be maintained at the of- fice, he'd be a physical wreck. CI a Anne found herself wishing that it was work and work only that was re. sponsible for his condition, She wanted to believe he was tell- ing the truth, and perhaps would have succeeded had not the germ of sus picion taken such a firm hold upon her soul And so when Wednesday the follow. ing week came around Anne found her. self no nearer a solution, And, acting on an Impulse born of desperation, she decided to throw all ‘sense of pride and honor to the winds, The thing must be settled once and for all Ro SH At nine o'clock Wednesday evening Anne called her husband's office on the ‘phone, asked If she might speak to Gregg, and upen hearing his volce over the wire, hung up the recelver without speaking a word. So far so good. It was now 9:00. Anne backed her own roadster from the garage and drove down town and parked at a spot which commanded a view of the front door of Gregg's office building. *® * * Hardly had she switched off the Ig- nition when her heart gave a bound. A blue coupe, with chromium cov- ered tire racks mounted on either run- ning board, had just pulled away from the opposite curb. There were two people in the car, a man and a woman, The man was Gregg! There was no mistaking It. The blue coupe with the chromium tire covers was his, There was no mistaking this, either, Anne sat as If stunned. Now that she had actually seen with her own eyes, the revelation was more of a blow than she had anticipated. The shock of it had a sort of numb. ing effect, She sat still for five minutes. Gradually her tensed muscles relaxed. She moved automatically, started the car, guiding it through traffic toward home, Home! The thought sickened her, tore at her heart, Gregg—untrue! neredible! Yet she had seen Well, It was best she knew, best that the thing was settled, Now she could conduct herself with some definite plan of action in mind. Of course she'd have to leave Gregg. his was inevitable, The parting wonld be hard. She pictured his looking at her. That would be harder still—meeting his eyes, which had always been so twinkly and whelly lovable, . - *® Anne told herself she still loved him Hers was the kind of love that went | on and on, It would never end Yet it would be easier not seeing | him | She left her roadster beside the | house. It would be best to leave tonight. Perhaps before Gregg got home, No, that wouldn't do. ] She'd pack first, then wait to face | him, The house was deathly still It was always still and lonesome | feeling without Gregg there. It. always would be, Anne's lips were grim There was a strange calm about her, a determination in her expression. She hoped that the feeling of | strength which had come to comfort her would last until the thing was | done, Anne snapped on her dressing table light and began to gather things into a little pile For one brief moment she thought of Gregg and almost gave in to the ache in her heart, Then something happened— Another Ii snapped on. Anne turned. Gregg was sitting op In bed, rubbing his eyes, trying to adjust a sleep- drugged mind to what was happen- ing. “Gregg! ! “Huh?—oh, hello, Anne. Borry 1 dropped off before you came In. Couldn't help it. Too much work Dead tired . . . 1 had to quit early tonight.” ) He lay back. “Dumb cluck of a stenog tried to make me drive her all the way home. I dropped her at Fifth street. . . . Get a bus there™ His voice faded. He closed his eyes, breathing heav. ily in sleep. Once he roused, brushed a hand across his cheek with a little gesture of impatience. For even In slumber the sensation caused by hot tears splashing down on one’s face is disturbing. 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