SYNOPSIS The youthful and comely “Widder” Marcia Howe has as her guest her late husband's niece, Sylvia Hayden. A stranger, exhausted, finds his way to Marcia’'s home. Secretly, he asks her to hide a package containing jewelry. She does so. Elisha Winslow, town sheriff, brings news of a jewel robbery nearby. The stranger gives his name as Stanley Heath. Sylvia discovers the jewels, and naturally believes Heath is a robber, but, for Marcia’s sake, de- cldes to say nothing. Marcia feels she has altogether too deep an interest in her guest, but {s powerless to over- come it. Heath wires “Mra. 8. C. Heath,” New York, saying he is safe. He also orders a man named Currier to come at once. Sylvia, in her roem, bedecks herself with the jewels. At Marcia s approach she hides them there. Heath asks Marcia to bring them to hi m. They are gone! He makes light of the jogs. Sylvia restores he jewels to their original hiding place. Elisha Winslow discovers them and has no doubt they are the stolen gems, Heath is a thief. Leaving the jewgls, he makes plans for arresting Heath. Currier arrives, Marcia overhears Heath describe how he acquired the gems, and is forced to believe him guilty of theft. At Heath's suggestion, Currier investigates the hiding place— snd finds the gems! He returns to New York with them, but his references to “Mrs. Heath” have vinced Marcia her tender dream has been a foolish one. Elisha and Eleazer come to arrest Heath. Marcia is indignant, and un- wittingly reveals to Sylvia the secret of her love. The jewels, of course, are not to be found. To Sylvia Marcia ad- mits she loves Heath and has faith in his innocence. She tells him she be- lieves him innocent, but urges him, if he is guilty, to confess, He admits nothing. con CHAPTER IX-—Continued w—] Bs “Not your real life. You would, of course, lose standing among your sup- posed friends; but you would not lose it among those whose regard went deeper. Even If you did—what would it matter?” “But to be alone, friendless! Who would help me plece together the mangled fragments of such a past— for 1 should need help; I could not do it alone? Do you Imagine that in all the world there would be even one person whose loyalty and affection would survive so acid a test? Do you know of anyone?” She leaped to her feet. “Why do you ask me?” she demand- ed, the gentleness of her voice chilling to curtness. “You have such a help- mate near you—or should have” “I don't understand,” pleaded the man, puzzled by her change of mood. “Perhaps we'd better not go Into that now,” was her response. “I must go.” “Walt just a moment.” “I eannot. I must get dinner.” “Never mind the dinner! Sometimes there are things more important.” “To think of a man saying that!" The ring of the telephone in with her silvery laughter. “I'll go, Sylvia,” she called promptness that indicated the ruption was a welcome one. “It's long distance,” she Heath, with you. come.” Heath took hand. “Joan? This certainly Is good of you, dear. Yes, I am much better, thank you. Bless your precious heart, you needn't worry, Currier will be back late tonight or early tomorrow morning and he will tell you how well I am progressing. Yes, he has the Jewels. Put them in the safe right away, won't you? “lI can't say when I shall be home. Something has come up that may keep me here some time. I cannot explain Just now. It Is the thing you have always predicted would happen to me sometime. Well, It has happened. Do you get that? Yes I am caught—hard and fast, It Is a bit ironic to have traveled all over the world and then be taken captive In a small Cape Cod village. I'll let you know the first minute I have anything definite to teil “Good-by, dear. Take care of your- self. It's done me a world of geod to hear your voice" Heath returned the receiver to Its hook and in high spirits strode back into his room. Marcia's chair was empty. She was nowhere to be seen, "” inter- called CHAPTER X The days immediately following were like an armed truce. Marcia watched watched Marcia, both, When, however, no further refer ence to the events of the past week was made, the tension slowly began to lessen, and life at the Howe Home stead took on again its customary aspect. Stanley Heath, warmly wrapped in rugs, now sat out on the sheltered ver anda where he reveled in the sunshine, Sometimes when he lay motionless in the steamerchalr looking seaward beneath the rim of his soft felt hat, or following the circling gulls with pre occupled gaze Marcia, peeping at him from the window wondered of what he was thinking, That the fancies which Intrigued him were pleasant and that he en- joyed his own company there could be no questioh, No attitude he might have assumed could have been better calculated to dispel awkwardness and force into the background the seriousness of the two women, whose Interests were so In Extrienbly entangled With his own, "than the arty, bantering one he adopted whem with them, Sylvia. Sylvia Heath watched them By Sara Ware Bassett | Copyright by The Penn Pub. Co. WNU Bervice He was a brilliant talker—one who gave unexpected, original twists to the conversation—twists that taxed one's power of repartee. Here indeed was a hitherto undreamed-of Stanley Heath, a man whose dangerous charms had multiplied a hundredfold and who, if he had captivated Marcia before now riveted her fetters with every word he spoke, every glance he gave her. She struggled to escape from the snare closing in on her, then finding combat useless, ceased to struggle and let herself drift with the tide. After all, why not enjoy the present? In loving this stranger of whom she knew so little, she had set her heart upon a phantom that she knew must The future, grim with fore- boding, was constantly drawing nearer, There were, alas, but two ways of life—the way of right and the way of wrong, and between them lay no neu- tral zone. This she acknowledged with her mind. But her rebel heart would play her false, flouting her puritan codes and defying the creeds that con- science dictated. Meantime while Marcia thus wrestled with the angel of her best self, Sylvia accepted the situation with character. istic lightness. She knew more al- ready about men than did Marcla— much more. Long ago they had ceased to be gods to her. She jested fear- lessly with Heath, speaking a language with which he was familiar and one that amused him no end, Marcia felt jealousy clutching at her heart, One day, passing through the hall, she saw Sylvia's golden head bent over the table as she dashed off page after page of a closely written letter. It was a pity the elder woman could not have read that letter, for it would not only have astonished but also have enlightened her and perhaps quieted the beating of her troubled heart. It was a letter that astonished Syl via herself, Nevertheless, much as it surprised her, her amazement in no way approached that of young Horatio Fuller when he read It Now, Horatio's mother was a woman of colorless, vaguely defined person- ality Indicative of little guile and still less determination. She listened well, never interrupted: never offered com- ment or advice: never promised any- thing: and yet when she sald, as she invariably did, “I'll talk with your father, dear,” there was always In- finite comfort in the observation. That was what she sald today after a conversation with Horatio Junior. Accordingly that evening after Hora. tio Senior had dined, and dined well, Mrs. Horatio gently imparted to Al ton City's leading the intelll- gence that his son, Horatio Junior, wished to go east; that he was In that, in short, he wished lo citizen love; marry. Horatio Senior raged: he the floor; he heaped on the head of absent Horatio Junior every ep ithet of reproach his wrath could de the phrases driveling idiot and audacious puppy appearing to afford him the greatest measure of relief. At last when breathless and panting Horatio Senlor, like an alarm clock, ran down and sank exhausted into his chair, Mrs. Horatio ventured the Ir refutable observation that after all Horatio Junior was their only child, and Sylvia Hayden was a nice little thing. This drew fire. Horatio Senior sputtered something about “nothing but a penniless school- teacher—a nubody.” Very deliberately then Mrs, Horatio murmured pleasantly that If she re membered rightly this had been the very objection Horatio Senior's father had made to their own marriage. At this Horatio Senior flushed scar let and sald promptly that his mar ringe had been ideal; that his Jennie had been the one wife in the world for him; that time had proved it— even to his parents; that she was the only person on earth who really un- derstood him. After this nothing was simpler than to discuss just when Horatio Junior had Letter start East * . » * * - - Had Sylvia dreamed when she licked the envelope’s flap with her small red tongue and smoothed it down with her pretty white finger she was thus loos- ing Alton City's thunderbolits, she might, perhaps, have hesitated to send the letter she had penned and per- haps would not have started off so Jauntily late that afternoon to post it. Toward six o'clock she telephoned she was at the Doanes and Henry and his mother—the little old lady she had met on the train the day she arvived ~wanted her to stay to supper. He would bring her home early In the evening, There would be 8 moon-- Marcia need not worry. Marcia bad not thought of worrying until that minute, but now, in spite of knowing Sylvian was safe and In good hands she began, paradoxically enough, to worry madly, Timidly as a girl she summoned Stanley Heath to the small, round table, “Sylvia Ten't coming,” she explained, all blushes. “She telephoned she was going to stay over in town.” They seated themselves. It was the first time they had ever been alone at a meal, “My, but you are a marvelous cook,” Heath remarked, during the progress of the meal “Oh, not really, You're hungry that's all. Things taste good you are” tramped “It isn't that, your hand to Is well done, marvelous person, Marcia” “You are talking foolishness" in his life, T suppose. Perhaps I am talking it tonight because our time to- gether Is so short. I am leaving here tomorrow morning.” “Stanley !" Across the table Ife caught her hand, “I am well now and have no fur. ther excuse for imposing on your hos- pitality. 1 have accepted every man- ner of kindness from you—" “Don’t call it that,” she interrupted. “What else can I call it? I was a stranger and you took me in. It was sweet of you-—especially when you knew nothing about me. Now the time has come for me to go. Tomorrow morning 1 am giving myself up to the Wilton sheriff,” “Oh, no-no!" “It is the only square thing te do, isn't it? He rose and came to her side, ping an arm about her, “Marcia, Dearest! 1 am doing what you wish, am I not? You wanted me to go through with it." She covered her face and he felt a shudder pass over her, “Yes, But that was whispered. At the words, he drew her to her feet and Into his arms. “Marcia, beloved! [I love you-—love you with all my heart—my soul-—all that is in me. Youn know it—know that every moment we have been gether has been heaven, Tell me you love me, dear—for you do love me, Don't deny it—not tonight—our last night together. Say that you love me.” “You—know,” she faltered, her arms creeping about his neck, He kissed her then—her hair, her eyes, her neck, her lips—long, burning kisses that left her quivering beneath the rush of them. Thelr passion brought her to her self and she drew away. “What is it, dear?" he asked. “We can't. We must not. Some thing stands between us—we have no right. Forgive me” “But my dear—" “We have no right” she repeated “We must not love™ “But we do, sweetheart” triumphant cry. “We do!” “We must forget” “Can you forget?” “l—]—can try." “Ah, your tongue Is too honest, cla. You cannot forget. slip- then,” she to- was his he reproached. Mar Neither ean “You-—Know,” She Faltered, Her Arms Creeping About His Neck. I. Our pledge Is given. one another. 1 shall what is mine-—never.” “Tomorrow-—" “Let us not talk of tomorrow.” “We must. We shall be parted then." “Only for a little while. 1 shall come back to you. Our love will hold. Ab- sence, distance, nothing can part us not really. Tell me you love me so 1 may leave knowing the truth from your own sweet lips." “I love you, Stanley—God help me!” “Ah, now I can go! It will not be for long.” “It must be for ever, dear heart. You must not come back. Tonight must be-<the end.” “You mean you cannot face tomor- row--the disgrace" We belong to not surrender she reiterated. Through narrowed lids, he looked at her, scanning her averted face. discordantly. " “I have, apparently, expected too much of you. I might have known it would be so. All women are alike. They desert 4 man when he needs them most. The prospect of sharing my shame is more than you can bear.” Again he laughed. “Well, tonight shall be the end-—tonight-—now, Don't think 1 blame you. It is not your fault. I merely rated you too high, Marcia. The mistake was mine--not yours.” He left her then. Stunned by the torrent of his re proach, she stood motionless, watching while, without a backward glance, he passed into the hall and up the stairs, Even after he was out of sight, she remained immovable, her frightened eyes the doorway through which he had eted on (TO INUED) Roasting Roasting the Th iving Are Still Guide Activities, Especially in England. 01d superstitions remain and new added. When winners in IRST, select a plump, well-fat tened turkey. Either a young or an old turkey can be made ex- cellent eating, but you must know which you have, for it makes a dif- ference In the way you cock it. Allow from one-half to three-quarters of a pound in the weight of the turkey as you buy It for each person to be served -remembering that in the larger kinds you will get more meat In that propor tion to bone. 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