SYNOPSIS
James Lambert tries in vain to dissuade
his beautiful foster-daughter, Leonora, from
marrying Don Mason, young ‘‘rolling
stone.’ 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
between the two. 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-
turn trip. 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, but before a month is
over, his nerves are jumpy, he cannot sleep
at night, he is too tired to go out much with
Nora. Nora soothes him with her music
Nora grows quieter, and bfoods over Don,
complains to her father of Ned's spying on
him, and decides that rather than see Don's
spirit broken, she will run away. She urges
her father to put an end to the futile experi-
ment. James Lambert is obdurate and an-
gry. Lambert tells t if Don quits she
will quit with him; Il be through
with her. He adds
bargain it will be useless
help. Later Don and Nera d itu.
ation. Don promises to buck up and take
life more calmly. "We'll stick it out”
he says. With the coming of spring, Don is
full of unrest and wanderlust, and takes
long walks at night One evening a poor
girl speaks to him, and in his pity for her,
he gives her money. A car passes at that
moment, flashes headlights and moves on
A terrific heat wave ushers in the summer,
and Nora refuses to go to the country with
her father. Ned, meanwhile, insinuates to
his father about Don's evenings away from
Nora, but Lambert refuses to listen. Mean-
while, Don broods over the undermining of
his morale.
CHAPTER V—Continued
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in his throat: “Too hot to go out,
not to mention eating.”
“T'll say it is! We had ours sent
in.
come July.
moving to the country on Monday.
son.
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nearer. Now, pausing beside the
desk he lifted the newspaper and
stared down a while, utterly un-
conscious of Don's tense attitude.
With maddening accuracy his lean
white finger found the elusive error.
“You've made a mistake there,
Mason.” He might have been cor-
recting some small boy. ‘That six
should have been a sixty. See?”
He sauntered idly to the window,
gazing down at the mass of swelter-
ing humanity below while Don sup-
pressed a murderous impulse to
throw him out.
again—was speaking.
‘“‘See here, Don. There's
“If it’s about my work, I can save
you the trouble,” he replied
brusquely. ‘I know I'm a
bell
will be.
comments for a day when the mer-
cury’'s somewhere below one hun-
dred. There are limits, you know,
to what even a cog in this ma-
chine can endure without exploding;
and for your sister's sake I prefer to
keep my temper.”
Ned sat down slowly on the win-
dow ledge. He didn't speak for a
moment, and regarding him closely
Don wondered how many times that
morning the man had changed his
collar. The thought made him con-
scious of his own much wrinkled
linen trousers, and he slid his long
legs under the desk to hide then.
“You happen to be on the wrong
track,” Ned replied. “My comments
have nothing whatever to do with
your work here. You do as well
as most beginners, I suppose. What
I refer to is a different matter al-
together. I've no desire to meddle
with your private life, Mason. Get
that straight.
that Nora sends you home early;
by three o'clock.
son that a man who
before midnight, ought to be able to
keep awake through the
I can only surmise . . .
“Well?” Don prodded,
quiet in his voice.
“1 can only surmise,” repeated
Ned, ‘‘that—well to speak plainly,
that you don’t go home after you
leave Nora.”
“l see,” said Don. He was des-
perately angry, but making a brave
attempt to hold his temper. ‘‘May
I ask where your active imagination
sees me passing the night hours?”
Ned flushed, looking hot, thought
Don, for the first time that stifling
day, though he answered calmly:
“Sarcasm won't help, Mason, be-
cause as it happens, I've got the
goods on you. Do you understand?”
“Most certainly I do not! Make
yourself clear, please.”
“I'll be only too glad to.” Ned
spoke briskly, as if concluding some
successful business deal. “I don't
like beating about the bush myself:
and you can’t deny that you were
with another girl late Friday eve-
ning, because I saw you.”
“The hell you did!”
Don's eyes were blazing, while
seven thousand imps seemed to be
pounding the top of his head with
tiny hammers. Where, he was ask-
ing himself frantically, had he been
on Friday? Of course there was no
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ominous
girl; but he must produce an alibi
and he couldn't seem to think.
Nora's brother was accusing him of
being untrue to her . , . It was
beastly, horrible, and . . . Then
he heard Ned say, a triumphant ring
in his usually level voice: “You
don't deny it? Then perhaps you'll
admit what Corinne suspected at
the time: You were giving her mon-
ey?”
To the man's complete surprise,
instant relief sprang into Don's
harrassed face. Money! That girl on
the bridge, of course! The kid he
had talked with! Those blinding
headlights that had lingered on him.
So Ned Lambert and his wife had
been behind them. Gosh! what a
situation! Perhaps under the cir-
cumstances it wasn’t so strange-—
the thing they'd thought about him.
He said, almost laughing in relief:
“Yes, 1 gave her money. She set
me back a whole month's board—
poor kid! You see ”
He told the story, eagerly, ex-
citedly. He told it well. It had
seemed a colorful experience—a bit
out of the heart of life, to Don. He
did not realize how it would seem to
Ned, until at its close the man said
dryly: “And you really expect to
put that over on me, Mason?"
Don stared at him, amazement in
his eyes.
“Put it over on you! Do—do you
mean to imply . . ."
Anger was surging through him,
hot waves of anger. Never had Don
felt anything just like them. He
arose, slowly, his dazed head pound-
ing. Did Nora's brother actually
his word? It was unthink-
able—same hideous mistake. He
gripped "a chair, his nervous fingers
tense, as Ned, who had also risen,
I have
no use for implications in such a
Ned Lambert never finished
that sentence.
matter. But for you to expect me to
believe that any man in his senses
she tells him a flimsy sob story,
hands over his whole roll—well, it
simply won't go down, young fellow.
A yarn like that doesn’t hold water.
People don’t meet by chance on
bridges and confide their life his-
tories to each other, not in this age.
And decent girls don't accept mon-
ey from complete strangers, any-
how. I hate to say this, Mason, but
after all, Nora's my sister, and if
double-crossing her—
around till morning with
Ned Lambert never finished that
sentence. Something as hard as it
was unexpected came in contact
furiously, he regained his
Don exploded:
“Will you take that back?”
“Damned if I will, you lazy—-""
“Take care!” warned Don, “or
get the mate to it!” He
reached for his hat—set it firmly
upon his head. ‘“Well, I'm through
here now. I've that to thank you
for.” He moved toward the door,
then turned, forcing himself to say:
“Look here, Lambert. For Nora's
sake I apologize for hitting you,
though I'd probably do it again un-
do well to remember that I'm not a
liar; and if you're unaware that
your sister's the sort a fellow
doesn’t double-cross, I advise you to
make her acquaintance.”
“And 1 advise you,” Ned thun-
dered, his hand nursing an aching
jaw, ‘““to take the first train out of
town!"
“Nothing,” said Don, with a calm,
ironic little bow that enraged his
adversary, “would give me greater
pleasure. Good afternoon.”
A sense of joyous release pos-
sessed Don Mason as he closed the
door of that hated office behind
him. In fact, he stormad down
three flights of stairs before realiz-
ing that he was six stories above
ground, and paused to await an
elevator. But as he stood there
watching for a red signal, all his
elation in the combat vanished sud-
denly, leaving an almost physical
nausea in its wake.
For in those first ecstatic mo-
ments he had forgotten Nora.
Now, at thought of her, his own
small triumph was completely lost
in the knowledge that it would make
things harder for her, make them,
indeed, well nigh unbearable. What
had he brought her anyway, he
asked himself, save trouble and
problems? Perhaps the kindest
thing that he could do was to obey
her brother's furious command and
go away.
Half dazed, Don went out into the
mid-day sunlight which beat down
pitilessly on his throbbing head.
Yes, he would go away—leave Nora
to the life of ease and luxury that
should be her portion. But (his fight-
ing spirit rising) damned if he'd go
of
this morning's trouble. And there
was no time to lose. Already Ned
and his father might be on their
way to her. But he could tele-
phone—prepare the girl for what
was coming; and wouldn't it hurt
less to say good-by if he did not
see her?
Hot and breathless though the |
small booth was, Don closed the
door. No one save Nora must hear
what he had to say. If she were out
. But no, that was her own “‘hel-
lo"! coming across the wire. He
said, making the words as light as
possible: “That you, Nora? I had to
call to tell you some bad news. A
half hour back I lost my temper— |
knocked down your estimable broth- |
er, so—s0 I'm on my way.”
There was a silence. Then:
“Your—your way where, Don?"
“Anywhere—out of this cursed
city,” he answered, his voice gruff
because the consternation in her
own had made him a little sick.
“Your father’s right, Nora. I'm no
good. That's why I'm leaving: not
because His Royal Highness ordered
me out of town. Remember that.”
“But—what possessed you to do |
Her voice was steadier now,
i
“That's why I called you, Nora,” |
he said quietly. “I wanted my side |
Jo 3
to be fair, |
to that
I tried my darnedest
dear. He saw me talking
Soon as I |
Nora. That's
all, I think."
Don's voice was crisp, hard, brit-
tle. Recalling the insult, hot rage
ran over him like little flames.
Said Nora, breathlessly: “You
that Ned called you a liar?"
“Not in so many words, perhaps,
but what he said amounted to the
Oh, he had it coming |
except for your sake. He's got|
the idea firmly planted in his head |
that after I say good-night to you, |
It's not pretty, but it doesn't
require a great deal of imagina-
tion."
“Oh, Don! He-—he couldn't have |
go
“He did, my dear. I want you to
that I had provocation. 1]
apologized afterwards, if that mat-
ters; but of course this puts an end
to—everything.”
There followed a pause, a notice-
able pause before he heard her say:
‘“Meaning—me, Don?"
He answered, forcing his voice to
steadiness: “I'm afraid so. I can't
let you quarrel with your father for
my sake, Nora.” :
“Doesn't it take two to make a
quarrel, Don?"
“Not with a man like him. Be-
Sides. ,
“Besides what, dear?”
“Only what I've said before. 1
guess he's right—about me, Nora.
He's shown me up in my true col-
ors. I'll never be that important
member of society—a good provid-
er. I'm just a wash-out; and in the
end you'll be better off if you let
me go.”
The girl said, after a moment in
which something told her lover that
she was fighting tears: ‘Is that
what you want, Don? Are you s0—
80 weary of everything that I seem
a burden?"
This was too much.
couldn't bear it.
“Oh, Nora!” he
“Nora—my dear!”
It was the heartbreak in his voice
that decided Leonora. She said,
drawing a quick breath: ‘Listen
Don. (It's all right, Central. 1
know we're talking over time.) Lis-
ten, dear. Have you had lunch yet?”
Tis practical question brought
him a little smile, as one smiles
sometimes in the face of tragedy.
‘Not yet. Forgot completely. It's
every day I knock a fellow
And My
Don simply
said gently.
down, Nora! it's so hot.
head"'
“Is it still bad?”
“It's fierce, Nora.”
“Well, get some bread and milk,
Don. You need it. (This call will
set you back a whole week's pay,
darling!) Then go to your room and
I'll be outside there in a taxi
If I'm late,
wait for me. I've got to see you.
Promise you'll wait, Don?"
What else could he do?
As for Nora, she hung up the re-
ceiver and sat quite still for a time,
thinking. It seemed incredible that
after all Don's patience and for.
bearance, this was the end! Anoth-
er tragedy for her father. (How
could she bear it?) Happiness tar-
nished by regrets for herself and
Don. Yet there was no other way
—could be no other way for them
now. James would believe Ned's
He would
be angry past all forgiving. Nora
knew. Anything she might say to
him would be quite futile—useless.
A scene would only hurt them both;
but could she do the easy t
leave him as her mother had done
80 many years ago with merely a
letter of farewell? Being Nora, re-
membering the refuge his arms had
been to a frightened child who had
Her father deserved better than
that, though he would be unyielding.
Nora knew how unyielding he would
be , ,
She arose at last, going up the
wide staircase slowly, almost re-
luctantly. Somehow this home had
never seemed so dear to her, nor
so desirable. Passing her father's
room she paused a moment, recall-
ing the many times a little girl,
waking to bad dreams, had scam-
pered into his big bed for comfort.
And now she must leave him-—hurt
him cruelly. Would he understand
some day-—-forgive her?
Nora packed, slipped into the
cool, dark dress that would be her
wedding gown; forgot her father's
picture (the one taken specially for
her when she went to college);
opened her suitcase and placed the
photograph where it would not be
A queer, hard lump rose
in her throat It hurt her. She
worked fast-—fast, so that she would
not weep; and when all was done,
stood at the door a while, letting
her eyes dwell lovingly on every de-
tail of the room--her own first room.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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