COPYRIGHT 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, ft 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 broods 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 L bert is obdurate and an- gry. Lambert te her that if Don quits she will quit with him; that he will be through with her. He adds that if she tires of her bargain it will be useless to c« help. Later Don and Nora discuss the situ. ation Don promi ses to buck up and take life more calmly “We'll stick he says. With the coming of spring, full of unrest and wanderlust, a Kk 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 m A terrific heat wave ushers in th and Nora refuses to go to the country with her father. Ned, meanwhile, insinuates to his father about Don's eve gs away from Nora, but Lambert refuses to listen. Mean- while, Don broods over the underr ing of his morale. At the height of the heat wave, when Don is finding everything insupport. able, Ned speaks of hs g the goods on him, having seen him give a girl money When Ned scoffs at true story of the episode, Don knock i down, and is through. He calls Nora. CHAPTER V—Continued Fae Would her father leave it just as it was, she wondered—just as they'd furnished it together for her six- teenth birthday? James was fastidi- ous about such things. It was the one point en which they never clashed. What a time they had had over her rose-tiled bathroom! Her father had fussed. Each fixture nust be the finest—the most per- fect. The antique bed they had picked up at an auction in the coun try. How he hi ad glowed over the satin-smootl ogany —dear Dad! As for the n wey had the city over for that rug. It must be Oriental, James insisted, vet it must blend wit » soft rose hang- ings at the dows. They had found it at last: an exqu Per- sian that might have been w« for a queen's boudoir. Even Nota, thoughtless about money, blinked at the price; and her had laughed at her. Well, that was over! The girl took one long look and turned away. It father wells. James Lambert's housekeeper, who, Nora believed, lcved her as devoted- ly as any mother, had left that morning to oversee the opening of the country house. How s thing seemed as she went stairs! “As still,” she murmured, “as if someone had just died here.” Nora paused then, hand on the latch and said: ling home. Good-by. I back—some day . . .” Her eyes were wet with when, a moment later, she told the chauffeur to drive her to James Lambert's office. Don never heard the story of that interview, but, knowing his girl, understood that she could not talk about it. For James in his anger had been unjust, the first time in all their years together. At the last Nora had said, her face curiously colorless as she stood with against the door: “You are mistaken, Father, not ungrateful. I have been th less sometimes, but I have been ung . i 2 that, I PF YOU ibly, more ths We i kills this—leaving you have Ned, who is almost world, Father; and Don has no one but me. Try after I'm gone, won't you, to see my side of it? Between us all we have done something to Don—hurt him unspeakably. He's lost faith in himself, and I've got to help him get it back. Without my help he might never get it back, Father. And I love him as you once loved my mother. Can't you remember that, Dad, and—and un- derstand?” Silence. her. “I—I am going now, Father . . . Won't—won’t you say good-by?" And still only that dreadful si- lence, a silence which seemed, somehow, alive with tears . , . A closing door . . . It was ten years before James heard her voice again. will come neve pethaps cry thi sometinin A broad back turned to CHAPTER V1 They went to Maine. “It's the first time I can remem- ber,” Don told his bride, “when I haven't been crazy to get aboard a boat and see things—new things— places I've dreamed of. I don’t un- derstand myself, Nora. Is it only because I'm so let down? All I want now is to escape from this heat CHRISTINE and turmoil—to lie on my back in the cool woods and look up at the sky, or watch big waves roll in on a hard beach. I've got to do some- thing like that, dear, until this fiend- ish alarm clock stops ringing in my ears. I'll admit it scares me. Let's go to Maine.” “But your hard-saved thousand will melt away so fast at a hotel, Don,” objected Nora with new-born caution. Don glanced at her, so sweet, so young, so infinitely precious, and for the first time in his twenty- seven care-free years, a sense of responsibility crept over him-—re- sponsibility for Nora's happiness. “It’s more than a thousand now,” he answered gravely. ‘‘Have you forgotten that I've been holding down a steady job? And a hotel isn’t necessary, is it—even on one’s hon- eymoon? You see, there's a place I can take you—a studio belonging to a New York artist. You've heard me speak of Ven, Nora. He's abroad just now; but I'm always at liberty to go there. Besides—" (a smile sprang into his expressive eyes) ‘‘it happens to hold the ‘worldly goods’ with which I've recently. endowed “Oh! Nora, tell me I'm not dreaming.” my wife, and perhaps she'd like the chance to look ‘em over!” Nora laughed at the idea; but questioned, not without curiosity: “What sort of worldly goods, Don?" “Just wait and see, young lady!” «Horedtly. Nora, 1 get along without that shack. When I'm ‘over the hills and far away’ and happen to stumble on something too beautiful to resist, I simply ship it to Maine (provided I sufficient cash to buy the and the—er—retired fisher- have Ven, stores it away.’ “I never heard of a retired fisher- man before, my dear. [I thought those salty specimens kept right on fishing until they drowned! And this studio you mention sounds storage warehouse. Have you left a space where your friend the artist can set up his easel?” Don smiled. ‘““He doesn’t need it. Three years ago he bought an island farther up the coast, and has a bully place there. If I'd let him, Nora, Ven would give me the shack outright.” “Why should he, Don? Is the man “He seems to think so: nonsense, though utter of course. 1 had the luck to save his oldes drowning: but it was all day's work and his gratit the only reward 1 ude was did those marvelous murals in—"' “Not Carl Venable?” gasped Leo- nora. talked about so casually is he?” “The very same, lady.” grinned at her surprise. coast guard down there one sum- mer. Didn't you know it?” Nora sighed helplessly. “Some day, my dear, I'll ask for a list of the things you haven't been. It would be considerably subject interests me.” Don closed his eyes a moment sion, “I've always thought it a wonder- you. There's an oil stove for cook- ing, and waier piped to the back door, if you call that comfort. Ven used it only for a studio. Original- ly it was an old fish house, I be- lieve.” Though the girl's heart sank at this description, one wouldn't have guessed it from her instant: “Why that sounds fine, Don! Is it close to the ocean?” His eyes brightened at this care- fully simulated enthusiasm. ‘“As near as it can be and not get ING PARMENTER washed away in winter; yet it's far enough from the beach where the summer people bathe to give us privacy. You'll love it, Nora, once you get the hang of things; and I'll do the cooking. Cooking is one of my real accomplishments, as you'll soon find out.” “Which sounds,” she laughed, “as if you doubted that it's one of mine!" Nora never forgot their arrival at ‘‘the shack’’ next afternoon. It had been raining all day; and though rain was needed to cool the air, it added neither cheer nor com- fort to the atmosphere of that one- time fish house, long unoccupied, covered with dust and cobwebs, sti- fling now with the accumulated heat of weeks. If James Lambert's pampered daughter needed discipline, she got it in the moment when her new husband unlocked the door and thrust her hurriedly inside out of a driving rain; and it is to Nora's everlasting credit that Don did not suspect the consternation that surged through her loyal heart. The charm of the place which she was | to know later, was wholly lost amid the gloom and darkness of that stormy day. Don having seen the room with sunlight dancing across its worn old floor, never realized just how it looked to Leonora. In that first mo- ment she wanted to cry out: “Oh, Don, we can't stay here! Not now anyway!" To one reared in the soft lap of luxury, such a proceeding seemed well nigh impossible. In- deed, the words of protest were on her lips, when, glancing up quick- ly in dismay, she saw her hus- band's face. And it was a transfigured face. It was the face of a tired small boy who has reached home. It brought a lump into Nora's throat. It brought swift tears into her eyes. Said Don, throwing open a case- ment window at back: “Isn't this wonderful, Nora? The view on a clear is simply marvelous. Isn't that fireplace a corker? It takes in a four-foot one wants to con now! But we'll co air blows through rain's not voming tions as I've seen snug long the day log not sider fires just 1 off soon as the here. - Lucky the from all it do. bef 11 have bedtime, We' re ght her close, tell me I'm not He turned, cau un- grily. “Oh, dreaming! It's so heavenly away from all that clamer—to be where it's quiet—to be back here, | dearest, with you-—-with you!" And what could a loving woman say to that? " NA MNora, No hardships inconveniences are ever so hard to man, as they are to woman hat moment Nora grasped this first lesson she was to learn of mar- riage, and was forever thankful that or and on Don's happiness. For things she had feared. Slipping into a paint-stained smock discovered in a closet, Don declared cheerful | earn their | It was amazing how | away with all that dust. seemed stranger stili to the bewil- dered bride, he appeared to derive pleasure from the performance! The revolting cobwebs vanished as if by magic while Nora was hunt- costume suited to the task in hand. | ried woman,” she admitted with chagrin. “Where are the towels, Don? Perhaps I can do my share if I pin one 'round me I mustn’t Strange Pueblo “Hoines Discovery of old Indian dwellings | of a type hitherto unreported has | cast new light on the history of early inhabitants of Utah, according | ogist. | Mile canyon, archeological | headed by Gillin. | versity four hundred feet above the canyon floor. adobe brick foundations, log beams and a flat thatched with willows. Rock-lined fireplaces found inside the houses were another previously | unreported feature of dwellings of ! “hat age. The houses were built by Pueblo people about a thousand | years ago, Gillin estimated, and the | type of house indicates the builders were well advanced. Simple rock “lookout” houses were found on almost inaccessible pinnacles 2,000 feet above the can- yon floor. Gillin advanced the theory that nomadic tribes, possibly Utes from Uintah Basin, forced the Pueblos from the canyon floor up to their : slanting SERVICE spoil my wedding gown, you know."’ ‘I'll. say you mustn't!” Don swung down from a step-ladder to embrace his Nora with all the ar- dor of a brand new husband. “When you say ‘wedding gown,’ woman, it sends a delicious shiver up my spine. And don't you worry about the lack of aprons. Jim Per- kins’ general store up at the Port supplies every need in the life of a modern housewife from bathing Suits to vanity cases. The towels are, or were anyhow, in a bureau drawer: but this filthy job is mine!”’ The sun broke through the clouds at last, and with its cheerful rays streaming in at the open casement, the oil stove seemed less dismaying —the lack of running water some- thing that could be endured—for a time, at least! After all, nothing mattered except this chance to help Don back to his normal, sunny self, thought Nora — nothing, perhaps, save the parting with her father: The sadness of that parting still hovered near, when after a supper of bread and milk (“The first bread and milk supper I've had since I was six years old!" admitted Nora) they tramped a half mile up the beach, and from a sand dune saw a full moon rise out of the sea. Sit- ting there quietly, watching that ever widening path of gold, hear- ing the soft, low murmur of break- ing waves, Don felt that his cup of Joy was running over. He said, drawing the girl closer: “Happy, beloved?” “Happy,” said Nora. He turned to search her face in the growing brightness, conscious of a reservation in the answer; and, loving her greatly, Don understood. “Try to forget your father for a little while,” he told her. “For you to worry won't help him now, Nora; and—and it hurts you.” The fingers clasping his tightened a little. “But he's sufferin Don. It would be cruel if I forgot that alto- gether. I wonder— “Yes?" he urged after a silence. “Would you mind if—if I wrote to i311 him once in a 2 own while, dear? should I mind, Nora?” jut he's unjust to you, Don. Ter- ! ribly, terribly unjust. 1 couldn't have you feel that I wasn’t loyal.” “Oh, my dear! pro of of “Why “ faven't you given your loy alty? ? Write to er of course, if it will make happier. Who am I to deny him the comfort of your letters? He's got only the shadow-—poor man!-—while I have the substance! Yes, write, even if you receive no an- swers. He's angry now; but he'll treasure those letters just the same.” Not for years was Don to know how true a prophecy that was. Nora wrote next day, wrote as she might have a year before, ig- noring utterly their tragic parting. “Dad dear, we're here on the | coast of Maine, occupying a studio | (it goes by the classy name of ‘shack’!) that belongs to a friend | of Don's, Carl Venable, whose work you think so wonderful. It's a dar- ling place, right on the dunes with the broad Atlantic for a front yard, and a glimpse of pine covered hills behind us. I'm out on the tiny porch (just big enough to hold a bridal couple, Dad!) breathing in | huge lungfuls of cool, salt air, and hoping you're not suffocating in the city. And from the delicious odor issuing from within, I judge that the fish chowder my husband (!) | has promised me for dinner, is in | the making. It's a relief to find him a good cook, Father. Otherwise we might suffer from starvation or in- | digestion or something. 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