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SYNOPSIS
James Lambert tries in vain to dissuade
his beautiful foster-daughter Leonora from
smarrying Don Mason, young "rolling stone,”
whom he likes but of whom he disapproves
standards. He tells her, “Unless a house
is founded upon a rock, it will not survive."’
Leonora suspects the influence of her half-
brother Ned, always jealous of the girl
since the day his father brought her home
from the deathbed of her mother, aban
doned by her Italian baritone lover. Don
arrives in the midst of the argument, and
Lambert realizes the frank understanding
Sitting up late into the
night, Lambert reviews the whole story, of
Nora as a child, at boarding school, study-
ing music abroad, meeting Don on the re.
In the morning he delivers his
ultimatum, to give Don a job with Ned for
a year's showdown When Nora suggests
the possibility of running away with Don,
Lambert threatens disinheritance. Don
agrees to the job,
CHAPTER II—Continued
me Gp
By the end of the first month
nerves were taut and he had
lost his appetite. At the end of three
Later still,
ry, though, scorning himself for this
‘“‘a steady job,” Don had
not complained. Then came an eve-
ning when he telephoned that he was
and heard
her quick-drawn breath of disap-
pointment.
“But, Don, it's the night of the
Careys’ dance and I'm all dressed!"
“lt isi Dismayed surprise
showed in his tired voice. ‘‘My
forgot completely; but if
you don't mind being a bit late
rn—-"
She broke in then with sudden
understanding: ‘Of course we won't
go if you're used up, Don.”
“But you wanted to go, Nora!
spoke in genuine distress
—a lot. See here, would you go
without me? Tag along with Corinne
in. Too tired to eat.”
Said Nora, very quietly:
keeping something back,
you sick?"
“Are you
Don? Are
wire.
“Of course not!
sleeping well for weeks,
the truth;
the worst on record.
my eyes till daylight. I'll be O. K.
tomorrow; but-—don't think
piker, will you?”
“Crazy!’
“And you'll go to the dance with
Promise?
go to the dance.
Next evening the girl said out of a
silence: ‘“‘Don—it's appalling.”
Watching her lover closely she
had observed, with something of a
pearance. It had been a gradual
change, of course, and seeing him
daily Nora had not realized the
bones, or that the tan born of years
leaving
Even his sea-blue eyes that made
dancing water,
more lifeless;
and his feet which always seemed to
lightly, dragged now
“What's appalling, beloved?”
“You,” said Nora. “I-" (her
He kissed her, not pretending to
misunderstand.
“I'm the best judge of that, dear.
that'll make me believe there are
things in the world like brooks, and
birds, and wind on the prairie? I'm
stifled.”
It was the first admission of the
sort that he'd allowed himself to
make.
Nora played for an hour, lilting
Gypsy strains at first that led Don's
troubled spirit far away to the
“green pastures and still waters’
for which it hungered.
The music grew quieter . , . Old
things . . . things one remembered
. Rubinstein . . . Mendelssohn
. . . Ah! Beethoven! The Moonlight
Sonata, played as only Nora played
it . . . So quiet; so sure; so firm
and yet so tranquil .
When the last note of that match-
less lullaby had died away, Don
was asleep, his head pillowed on
one arm, his face more peaceful
than it had been for many weeks.
CHAPTER Ill
Nora grew noticeably thoughtful
after that evening. Don had slept
for a long time while she sat be-
side him gazing into the fire, as if
its slowly fading glow might light
her way. It was all so futile—this
whole experiment, she mused. The
time-worn simile of the round peg
in the square hole came back to her.
That was Don, poor boy! She knew
ful: well that the year's sentence
James Lambert had imposed on
him would make no difference in
their future; yet unless he stuck it
It nT
out the older man would look upon
him as a failure—a ne’er-do-well.
What was her duty? the girl pon-
dered. It was useless to expect a
product of the metropolis like her
father, to understand or even make
allowances. His whole world was
the well-ordered world of the suc-
cessful business man. His horizon
was bounded by city streets. What
more should one ask of life than a
steady job and a salary which sup-
ported in comfort those one loved?
was his sole argument. He saw no
other. He could not comprehend
what such an existence meant to
Don, nor dimly vision that call of
the Gypsy trail which tugged at
the young man’s heart, leading him
onward, making of life a glorious
adventure.
So the girl grew more thoughtful,
more quiet in the days that followed.
Don said: “You've lost your pep,
darling. What's happened?’ and
Nora laughed at him. But when her
father questioned her one evening, a
night when Don, pleading a dull
head, had gone home early, she
made no effort to evade the an-
swer. He said: *‘‘Something’s up-
set you lately. What's the matter,
child?”
‘‘Life,"” said Nora.
James smiled.
“What's wrong with life, dear?”
“What's right?" - countered the
girl, shrugging.
Her father's eyes grew puzzled as
he regarded her.
‘““Have you and Don been quarrel-
ing?” he asked.
Nora laughed softly.
“It would be
she answered. ‘No,
we haven't quarreled ;
ried about him, Dad.”
“There's nothing to worry about,
my dear. Things are not going bad-
ly. I'll make a business man of Don
Mason yet, Nora,
time."
“You'll make a corpse
in her voice that
looking at
bitterness
James raised his head,
her in blank amas: zement.
“What do you mean?
“lI mean that all his nerves
raw-—on edge, Dad.”
“Nerves!” The contempt in
s0 much
are
quick.
James said, after a tense silence:
“See here, Nora, it's absurd to think
that a year in a well ventilated,
office can cause a break-
down such as you hint at. That
Young man is, was anyway,
ture of health.
bothering him now it must be, as
you say, a case of nerves, which
to my mind, almost non-
If he'ls make an attempt
himself together—get the
best of the trouble instead of dwell-
ing on it"
“Dwelling on ii!" broke in Nora
with indignation. ‘Why he's never
mentioned it! But I'm not blind,
Dad, and the signs are there for
anyone to read. I think you ought
to call ‘time up,’ don’t you?"
“Time up?”
“I mean it, Father. This simply
can't go on. Don's lived in the open
since he was eighteen. Office life
stifles him; and Ned . . ."”
She paused, while her father ob-
served gravely: “We'll leave
out of this discussion, if you don't
mind.”
“How can we?" the girl demand-
ed with intrinsic honesty. ‘Ned's
half the trouble. He makes Don
frantic, pouncing on him unexpect-
edly—watching everything he does
~—SNooping-—
“That's both insulting and un-
just,” James interrupted angrily.
“Ned means to be helpful. If his
methods are upsetting to this young
man it's not your brother's fault,
Nora, but his own. And considering
that—that—-""
“That Ned would welcome an ex-
cuse to throw Don out the door?”
finished Leonora. Then, as her fa-
ther snorted, she went on: “Now
don’t explode, Dad. It gets us no-
where, besides being bad for you,
Perhaps I have no right to ask a
favor anyway, but I'm asking one
now: If you've any love at all for
me, darling, and I know you have,
I ask you to show it by putting an
end to this experiment.”
But James was obdurate. He was
also angry.
“I gave him a year, Nora.
like a quitter.”
Two red spots flamed like twin
banners on Nora's cheeks.
“That's not just, Father. Don's
never suggested giving up. But
there's something in him that you
and Ned can’t understand, I sup-
pose. He's not impatient, Dad. I
think he scorns himself a little for
chafing at things which other men
accept so naturally. And that's bad
for him too. Don’t you see, Father,
it’s like whipping a tired horse to
keep a man of Don's sort tied to a
ledger. It stifies him. And I warn
you now that rather than see his
spirit—the thing I love on him,
crushed and broken unnecessarily,
I'll go away with him."
: The man’s lips tightened.
“And forfeit all 1 mean to do for
you, my dear?”
I don’t
“Money's not Fa-
ther."
“How should you know, who've
never been without it?’ he retorted.
“Ned's right. I've spoiled you, I
suppose;
penalty.’ Then, because he was hurt
and angry James said something he
regretted later. ‘‘Well, take your
choice; but if the fellow quits, and
you quit with him, I'm through with
you, Nora. And when the cupboard
is bare—when the lack of silk stock-
ings and silver slippers becomes
hateful and you're tired of your bar-
gain, don't come to me for help.
Remember that.”
Had he struck the girl,
not have hurt her more.
everything,
he could
such anger at Leonora. That she
should even contemplate the idea of
eloping with Don Mason, after what
he considered his forbearance in
giving the young man a place in
his own office, was utterly beyond
“] don't wonder your father
hates to give you up.”
Lambert's
Since that
when the
James
long-
girl dis-
tragic day
grateful for everything he had tried
Now he wondered;
and, wondering, grew bitter. Yet in
a pathetic, lonely way James could
not bear to be at odds with Leo-
nora, his wife's last gift to him
Tossing restlessly on his bed that
night, he longed to go to this dearly
loved daughter whom he could not
always understand—to make his
peace and ask her to forget his
harshness: but because of a stub-
born streak deep in his nature, the
man could not do it; and this il-
lumined moment which would have
brought them infinitely closer,
passed and was gone.
It was, however, no small meas-
ing greeting was unchanged. If
Nora's night had been as restless
as her father's, nothing revealed
the fact. She kissed him as usual;
poured his coffee and chatted am
ably of nothing in particular. But
that evening James, who had been
thinking, invaded the room where
Leonora was playing to her lover,
and sat for 2 half hour watching
the young man closely.
Nora was right, he admitted. The
fellow had
sooner. Don looked what James
called “peaked.”
SERVICE
pale; not paler than Ned, perhaps,
but shockingly paler than he had
been six months ago.
Still, was there any reason for
alarm? James thought not. Don's
pallor was merely the result of an
indoor existence. Absurd for Nora
to worry about his health. In an-
other month or so he would become
acclimated-—get used to it—stop
champing at the bit as he did now.
And there was no doubt that Don
Mason needed discipline. He'd been
his own master since he was eight-
een. It was high time he learned
to meet responsibilities, or how was
he to take care of a girl like Leo-
nora? And they were both young
enough. It wouldn't hurt them to
wait a little longer. He'd give them
a trip abroad as a wedding gift if
Don would agree to settle down
after they got back.
James smiled to himself, pleased
at this new idea. It should be a
trip de luxe, by George! A trip
such as that young vagabond had
never dreamed of. Trust Nora for
that! She appreciated the luxuries
of travel. Only a few months to
wait; and unless Don proved him-
self a quitter . .
He arose, roused by the cessation
of Nora's music. She said: “Want
something, Daddy?”
“No. I've left my book ‘round
somewhere; but it's not here.”
Don, too, had risen. He said, smil-
ing: “Won't you stay for a while,
sir? I haven't the exclusive right
to Nora's evenings.”
“Perhaps not,” responded James,
“but I haven't entirely forgotten my
own youth! Besides, I want to turn
in early. Lost sleep last night, and
the music has made me drowsy.
Good-night, daughter.”
He kissed her; nodded pleasantly
and went upstairs.
“I don't wonder your father hates
to give you up,” said Don. “I
ever I have a daughter as sweet as
you, Nora, I'll be forced to stifle
murderous intentions toward any
who makes love to her.”
answered, ‘Dad
frightfully.”
ret,”” she
last night,
yw, dear?”
e told
that mon
“It was cruel,
not all, but part of
wentous conversation
Don. I-—I1 almost
left him. I came near going straight
to you and begging you to run away
with me.”
“I'm not the
Nora," he said.
She considered that.
“Not even if I asked you to, my
dear?”
Don shook his head.
“Never—unless’ things get more
desperate than they are now.”
“But you're nearing the end of
your rope, Don,’ she protested.
“What good will it do us to stick it
out if you lose your health?”
The young man laughed, confess-
ing: “I'm a lot more likely to lose
my temper! Sometimes—""
He stopped abruptly, and Nora
asked: “Has Ned been bothering?”
“Oh, let's forget it!" Don said in
an attempt to end the discussion.
“I'm going home, Nora. I seem to
sleep better when I turn in early. I
don't see how you put up with me—
a girl like you. I never show you
any sort of a good time. I even
sort that runs,
to a dance! I—honestly, dear, Ive
wondered lately . . ."
“What have you wondered?” she
questioned as he looked away.
“I've wondered if it might not be
better for us to—to part, Nora.
The girl caught her breath, then
“Better for
you, or—or me, Don?"
Sensing her hurt he took her into
his arms with tenderness.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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