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By Mary Schumann
Copyright by Macrae Smith Co.
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CHAPTER VIII—Continued
af Bo
Fluvanna gasped as revelation
came. ‘‘Kezzie! . Not Jerry?”
“I suppose we couldn't keep it
much longer. You'd have heard.
In fact I'm surprised Lizzie hasn't
been over already, ranting to you!"
Fluvanna shook her head, gave a
hopeless sound in her throat.
“Don’t you realize what you've
done? It's not Lizzie—it's Ellen!
The poor child had confided in me
all spring. She was in love for the
first time in her life! . . . Oh,
Kezzie—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! And you'll be 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
meetings.”
“You lamb!” She kissed her
mother. ‘And you'll not say any-
thing 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 care-
ful of his—sensitiveness,”” she re-
plied.
Kezia looked at her doubtfully.
Then, “I knew I could count on
you to understand,” she mur-
mured. “I'll go out and help Anna
get the lunch on the table.”
About one o'clock it began
to rain, a cold drizzle. The rain
was too late to help the baked
farms and gardens, but was sooth-
ing to taut nerves, strained with
too much heat and sunlight. Flu-
vanna wandered about the house
rather forlornly.
She would take a hot bath, and
then a nap. No, she would lie down
first. That odd pain which she
had so often lately, was coming
back. She went into her room and
closed the window where the rain
beat in. Someone came in the
front door without ringing th: bell.
She heard Dorrie's voice down-
home?”
“Up here, Dorriz.”” She sat down
suddenly in a chair, overcome with
weakness.
“lI brought you a cake I made
myself,” said Dorrie.
“How delicious that will be!
You're so thoughtful, Dorrie.” Dor-
rie was a good child.
“l haven't had a maid lately.
I've been doing everything my-
self.” Dorrie seemed to seek ap-
proval.
“Did Tillie get another place?”
**She had to go home because her
mother was sick. I wanted to do
it . . . thought 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
terribly upset and worried.”
“You know about it?"
Dorrie, a little sharply.
Fluvanna nodded. Dorrie must
have heard about Kezia and Jerry
too. That was the reason for this
visit, the cake was an offering of
sympathy. ‘‘It's all so sad—so cru-
el.” She sighed.
Something leaped in Dorrie's
face; something rebellious and un-
kind. ‘Hugh told you! He said he
hadn't!”
“No, not Hugh. 1 just heard it
today. 1 suspected something—
things puzzled me. I asked Kezia.
It took her a long time, but fi-
nally she told me.”
Dorrie’s lip curled. ‘“Kezia!”
Why did Dorrie speak in that
tone? Why did she stare at her
with such a hostile gaze? Sudden-
ly the pain in Fluvanna's chest
gripped her; her heart began to
beat with quick hammer - like
strokes. Faster and faster until the
pain seemed to be bursting her
lungs. The room revolved swiftly
like a whirling black disk with a
circle of light at the center. The
circle of light became smaller and
smaller until the blackness blotted
it out altogether. She knew noth-
ing more.
over.
asked
Later she became conscious of
Dr. Carey holding her wrist, his
finger on her pulse. His face was
grave.
“I must have fainted,” she mur-
mured.
“You must have indeed.”
A day or so later he said, “You'll
have to face it, Fluvanna; that
heart of yours is a leaky old or-
gan. With care it might see you
through some little time—a year,
two-three. And then again . . .”
She listened to him with no feel-
ing of shock. Had not some in-
ner presentiment tald her that it
would not be long? “And then
again—-17"
“Three months—six months.”
“1 won't burden my children with
such news. Death shouldn't be her-
alded months in advance. It's an
individual—matter.” She smiled a
little,
So her son and daughgers only
heard that the fainting attack was
brought on by exhaustion and the
hot weather. There was some talk
of a trip and a change of cli-
mate, but this Fluvanna vetoed and
the matter was dropped,
CHAPTER IX
As the weeks wore by Hugh ex-
perienced the disintegrating effects
of split emotions. Try as he would
he could not reconcile the situa-
tion into ease of mind. It was like
a broken dish which had been un-
skilfully mended. You saw at once
the ugly dark line where it had
been joined together. Grudgingly
he admitted that Dorrie seemed to
be making an effort to efface her
conduct; she was conciliatory, con-
sulted his wishes in a new way.
This last was disconcerting for it
continually reminded him of the
reason. She had been wont to de-
mand, not to appeal. She did not
fry to get another maid when Til-
lie left, studied a cook book, and
had new dishes for dinner. She
carefully recounted 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 be-
came more aware of it, it was a
hideous thing, humiliating him be-
cause he was helpless before it. He
was often short and curt with her,
then to make up for it, was care-
fully polite.
One day
restaurant
into a new
The owner
he went
for lunch.
phere of a Moorish inn, stone floors,
rude fireplaces, and jugs before a
drinking fountain in the wall. The
place was dimly lighted and it was
not until he had ordered that he
saw Ellen Pendleton eating lunch-
eon with Ronny Wakes. They oc-
cupied a red leather wall seat just
opposite him.
Ellen was talking animatedly to
Ronny, her frequent laughter a lit-
tle feverish in its gaiety. Pre
occupied with his own affairs, he
had seen and heard nothing of El-
len for some time, and when Rone
ny left the table to telephone, Hugh
crossed over.
‘Hello, stranger.
you all summer.”
“It has been a long time.”
Hugh fumbled. ‘Everything go-
ing well?” he inquired after a
pause,
“Everything."’
“lI must be getting back to the
office. By the way, you're with
Ronny. How come?"
Ellen's lashes swept her cheeks,
then she raised her eyes unflinch-
ingly. “I suppose because he asked
me."
“I'm squelched! But I thought—
I was given to understand-—that
your interest lay in another direc-
tion. That soulful young chap, Jer
ry.”
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 heard?
lies in another direction.”
“lI haven't heard a thing,” he
replied frowning.
he has rotten taste?"
I haven't seen
al as ever!
change.”
ly. His own predicament
him more alive to the remote suf-
fering in her eyes. ‘Call on me
if there's anything 2
Ellen shook her head firmly.
““Thanks—there's nothing.”
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 himself struggling to con-
centrate on the simplest problems.
hand. “Mr.
you, Mr. Marsh.”
He went
president,
but he nodded him to a chair.
he hung up the receiver, “how
would you like to take a vacation?”
Hugh felt a faint perspiration
break out on his forehead. “You
mean you're not satisfied with my
work?"
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 open air, forget the busi-
ness. You're heading for some-
thing—an illness, I would say-—if
you don’t snap out of it.”
The thought clicked in Hugh's
brain that twice lately he had
heard of men sent on vacations by
thoughtful companies, men who in
a few days received a wire that
their services would no longer be
needed. “I'm all right,” he an-
swered brusquely. “I feel better
working.”
His superior played with his
fountain pen. ‘‘Something bother-
ing you?” he inquired.
Hugh did not answer.
“Financial?”
“No.”
(TO BE CONTINUED)
southern resorts going at high tem-
po, smart women everywhere are
preoccupied with new evening
gowns to add glamour to time, place
and the occasion. Greater formal-
ity than in years is the rule, and
women are playing up to this edict
by wearing gowns of rare beauty
and richness.
One may belong to either of two
schools of fashion—that which fa-
with a regal air or the type which
favors diaphanous sheer silks that
dances or promenades in the great
concourse of fashion.
Stiff silk satins such as sli
satin or duchess satin are lovely
choices for dramatic gowns The
““‘delicious’’ colors of these glorified
satins are simply entrancing—make
you think of moonlit rays that go
glimmering over rippling waves, or
icy blues that crown snow-capped
mountains or the lovely tints of
the rainbow as
mer skies.
pper
artfully gored skirts that sweep into
widened hemlines. See the model
to the left in the illustration. It is
a frock of Edwardian period influ.
ence done in ice-blue satin with the
new shirred bosom styling. The
puffed sleeves and princess lines
ette.
suggests an heirloom that accords
harmoniously with the type of silk
used for the gown-—a silk so granc
stiff it, as vas the boast in
grandma's time, would “stand
alone.”
Some of the newest silk satins are
studded with gold
or rhinestones
picture stands
gowned in
over
or silver sequins
les
natching pail-
sssory highspots
y and a handbag
illettes, together with
an exquisite white ermine
Warp printed sil
orful
white
ustlin taffeta frock
warp-printed with red bow-knots.
With it this lovely lady wears pale
pink kid gloves embroidered in
and pearis. The new and fa
veritable works of art. There are
pearis at the throat of this fair
lady and she wears a superb pearl
bracelet.
Other charming versions of the
princess dinner and dance gown are
with
puffed sleeves and buttons all the
way down the front. Rich silk da-
masks are also fashioned in prin-
cess lines made square-necked, in
puff-sleeve which look like
Edwardian ladies come back to life.
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styles
FUR AND FEATHERS
By CHERIE NICHOLAS
For high-style this midwinter sea-
son let your hat be either fur-
trimmed or feather-trimmed. The
model at the top is a stunning fez
turban of black felt and Persian
lamb designed to complement a fur-
trimmed cloth costume or a fur
coat or cape. Smart vogue calls for
fur trimmed millinery. With the cor-
onation in sight ostrich feathers are
enjoying increasing popularity. A
lovely British film star wears the
delightful hat shown in the picture.
It is an exquisite black felt with
twin ostrich feather plumes in two
shades of rose. Another cunning new
style for young girls that takes on
an ostrich trim is the little felt
shape that is somewhat a Juliet
type, being a shallow round skull
cap. This is worn far back on the
head with two wee ostrich tips posed
perkily at the frond
DAY AND EVENING
For daytime sheer black woolens
are smartly in fashion, and for eve-
ning the vogue for black nets and
chiffons is everywhere apparent.
Just now fringe trimming is
portant on the afternoon
sheer. The narrow fringe, placed
row and row, forms cunning short
cap-like sleeves
fringe elsewhere on the bodice or at
sash ends, or that which is
hemline.
In the early showings the new
daytime black sheers are feminized
with the daintiest of white lingerie
details in form of frilly jabots, and
and bib effects.
The party-frock nets in black
are made up in full-skirted styles
ing about.
Mustard Yellow and Beige
Favored Colors for Spring
spring fashions. In fact the vogue
is on at this very moment for these
flattering and very new-looking col-
ors.
tweeds in beige and gowns of light-
weight woolens in beige or golden
hues are the “last word” for mid-
season, worn under the not-yet dis-
carded coats, in the daytime.
For evening simply styled frocks
of “old gold” satin are very pleas-
ing. Some of the newer brocades
are also in this color,
Peasant Jewelry
Carved in brilliant peasant reds,
greens, yellows, and blues, minute
Tyrolean figures are set in a red and
white catalin frame a fourth of an
inch thick. The pins and clips are
one-and-a-half inches square.
Alphabet on Blouses
Letters of the alphabet are spilled
all over the fine cashmere blouses
that are worn with winter street
suits. The letters are usually in
bright colors over a dull back-
ground,
MIMICRY NO SUCCESS
After practicing assiduously in
considered it sufficiently realistic
Standing quietly in the hall, he
began the buzzing noise and, gradu-
ally opening the diningroom door,
vent to the imitation.
“Lifelike, dear, what?” he haz
arded, smilingly.
“Pooh!” his wife answered. *1
GOOD PROPOSITION
a stock com-
on this ocean
“Couldn't we form
pany and sell lots
front?”
“1 should say so—and look at the
water we could put in the stock?”
A Suggertion
She woke up in the early hours of
the morning and nudged her sleep-
ing husband.
“Wilfred,” she said in a hoarse
whisper, “Wilfred, wake up! There's
a mouse in the bedroom!"
Hubby unwillingly sat up.
what about it?" he groaned.
“l can hear it squeaking,”
said fearfully,
“Well, d'vou want me to get out
and oil it or something?” he
snapped.
“Well,
Hubby Was Spared
A motorist was giving a woman
lessons in driving
“The hand lever,” he
“brakes the rear wheels only, and
the floor pedal brakes all four. Is
that clear?”
“M'yes,” replied the woman,
doubtfully, “but I'd rather not have
any of them broken.”
said,
Obstinate Husband
“And what's your new husband
like, dear?”
“Oh, simply too obstinate for
words, darling. You wouldn't be
lieve the job I have to convince him
that I'm always right!”-—Smith's
Weekly.
Or Begin Praying
Skipper—Is there any man in this
crew who can't swim?
Bosun’'s Mate-—-Just one, sir, the
carpenter's mate.
Skipper—This ship's geing down
If he's really a carpenter he'd bet
ter start building himself a boat!
THE PROBLEM
Mrs. A. — How beautiful
dance together.
Mrs. B. — Yes, 1 wonder whose
husband her partner is?
they
In Sea Terms
“Good morning, parson. Haven't
seen you lately.”
“No, captain, I've been busy. On-
“Smart going, parson!
True, All Right
Motorist—I've had it a whole year
and 1 haven't paid a cent for re-
pairs or upkeep on my car since 1
bought it.
Friend—Yes, so the man at the
service station tells me.—Exchange.
Old-Fashioned
Sweet Young Thing—My boy
friend has cold feet.
Fond Auntie~Shame on you,
young lady. In my day we didn't
find out those things until we were
married.
No Spare Parts
“Please, ma'am,” begged the beg-
gar timidly, “T've lost my left
“Well,” snapped the woman,
slamming the door. "I'm sure it
isn't here!”
An Antique
Guide ~ This castle has stood
for 600 ysars. Not a
Visitor — Um, must have
the same landlord we have,
Lacy Squares Form
a Spread or Scarf
Pattern 5695
In this pattern filet crochet, that
favorite of the modern needle-
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effective each used alone in
cloth, bedspread or scarf. The
lace stitch sets off the design in
each square. String is ma-
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charts for making the squares
shown; an illustration of them
and of the stitches needed; ma-
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Power in Truth
There is nothing so powerful as
truth; and often nothing so
strange.—Daniel Webster,
IDON'T WAIT
FOR A COLD
1. Keep your head clear
2. Protect your throat
3. Help build vp
YOUR ALKALINE RESERVE
LUDEN’S
Shadows of the Mind
The shadows of the mind are
like those of the body. In the
morning of life they lie behind us;
at noon, we trample them under
foot; and in the evening they
stretch long, broad and deepen-
ing before us.—Longfellow.
THREE!
Less Monthly Discomfort
Many women, who formerly suf-
fered from a weak, rundown con-
dition as a result of poor assimila-
tion of food, say they benefited by
taking CARDUIL, a special medicine
for women. They found it helped to
increase the appetite and improve
digestion, thereby bringing them
more strength from their food.
Naturally there is less discomfort
at monthly periods when the system
has been strengthened and the vari-
ous functions restored and regulated.
Cardud, praised Matis of WED
fs well worth a Of course, if
benefited, consult a physician,