wealthy New Yorker.
despondent.
had been Edith Towne.
Frederick Towne,
ance,
cizes him.
is jealous of Towne.
He knew then that his passenger
ane's sim-
The next day Jane
She asked him to bring
She introduces him to Evans, who
CHAPTER VI—Continued
nfl
They laughed together. Baldy was
great fun, Edith decided, different.
‘You are wondering, I fancy, how
I happened to come here,” she said,
leaning back in her chair, her bur-
nished hair against its faded cush-
ions. ‘Well, an old cook of Moth-
er's, Martha Burns, is the wife of
the landlord. She will do anything
for mie. I have had all my meals
upstairs. I might be a thousand
miles away for all my world knows
of me.”
“l was worried to death when 1
thought of you out in the storm.”
“And all the while I was sitting
with my feet on the fender, reading
about myself in the evening pa-
pers.”
“And what you read was a-plen-
ty,” said Baldy, slangily. ‘Some
of those reporters deserve to be
shot.”
“Oh, they had to do it,” indiffer-
ently, “and what they have said is
nothing to what my friends are say-
ing. It's a choice morsel. Every
girl who ever wanted Del's millions
is crowing over the way he treated
me."
The look in his eyes disconcerted
her. “Do you really think that?"
“Of course. We're a greedy
bunch.”
“I don't like to hear you say such
things.”’
“Why not?"
“Because—you aren't greedy. You
know it. It wasn't his millions you
were after.”
“What was I after—I wish you'd
tell me. I don’t know.”
“Well, I think you just followed
the flock. Other girls got married.
So you would marry. You didn't
know anything about love—or you
wouldn't have done it.”
“How do you know I've never
been in love?”
“Isn't it true?”
“1 suppose it is.
really.”
“You'll know some day. And you
mustn't ever think of yourself as
mercenary. You're too wonderful
for that—too—too fine"
She realized in that moment that
the boy was in earnest. That he
was not saying pretty things to her
for the sake of saying them. He
was saying them all in sincerity.
“It is nice of you to believe in me.
But you don’t know me. I am like
the little girl with the curl. I can
be very, very good, but sometimes I
am ‘horrid. ”’
“You can't make me think it.” He
handed her a packet of letters.
““Your uncle sent these, There's one
from Simms on top.”
“I think I won't read it. 1 won't
read any of them. It has been heav-
enly to be away from things. I feel
like a disembodied spirit, looking
on but having nothing to do with the
world I have left.”
They were smiling now. "I can
believe that,” Baldy said, “but I
think you ought to read Simms’ let-
ter. You needn’t tell me you haven't
any curiosity.”
“Well, I have,” she broke the en-
velope. ‘‘More than that I am mad-
ly curious. I wouldn't confess it
though to anyone-—but you.”
“They can cut me up in little
pieces—before I break my silence.”
Again they laughed together.
Then she broke the seal of the let-
ter. Read it through to herself,
then read it a second time aloud.
“Now that it is all over, Edith, 1
want to tell you how it happened.
I know you think it is a rotten thing
I did. But it would have been worse
if I had married youu I am in
love with another woman, and I did
not find it out until the day of our
wedding.
“She isn't in the east to blame,
and somehow I can’t feel that I am
quite the cad that everybody is call
ing me. Things are bigger some-
times than ourselves. Fate just took
me that morning-—and swept me
away from you.
She wouldn't
I don’t know,
“It isn't her fault.
go away with me, although I begged
her to do it. And she was right of
course,
“She is poor, but she isn’t marry-
ing me for my money. The world
will say she is — but the world
doesn’t recognize the real thing. It
has come to me, and if it ever comes
to you, you're going to thank me for
this—but now you'll hate me, and
I'm sorry. You're a beautiful, won-
derful woman—and I find no ex-
cuse for myself, except the one that
it would have been a crime under
the circumstances to tie us to each
other,
‘in spite of everything,
“Faithfully,
“Del”
There was a moment's silence, as
she finished. Then Edith said, “So
that’s that,’ and tore the letter into
little shreds. Her blue eyes were
like bits of steel.
“He's right,” said Baldy. “I'd
like to kill him for making you un-
happy—but the thing was bigger
than himself."
She shrugged her shoulders. *‘Of
course if you are going to condone-—
dishonor—""
He was leaning forward hugging
his knees. “I am not condoning
anything. But—I know this—that
He was a whimsical youngster,
she decided.
some day if you ever fall in love,
you'll forgive—"'
“I am not likely to fall in love,”
coldly, “I'm too sensible—""
“Oh, 1 know. You've had strings
of lovers—you're too tremendously
lovely not to have. But they've all
been afraid of you. No caveman
stuff—or anything like that. Isn't
that the truth?”
“1 should hate a caveman.”
“Of course, but you wouldn't be in-
differents and you'd end by car-
g—-"
“1 dislike brutal types—intense-
ly"
He sat with his chin in his hand,
his shoulders hunched up like a
faun or Pan at his pipes. “All
cavemen aren't brutal types. Some
day I'm going to paint a picture of
a man carrying off a woman.
I'm going to make him a slender
young god--and she shall be a rath
er substantial goddess—but she'll go
with him-—his spirit shall conquer
er’
She looked at him in surprise.
“Then you paint?”
“I'll say I do. Terrible things
magazine covers. But in the back
of my mind there are master-
pieces"
He was a whimsical youngster,
she decided. But no end interest.
ing. “1 don’t believe your things
are terrible. And I shall want to
see them-—-"'
“You are going to see them. I
have a studio in our garage. I
sometimes wonder what happens at
night when my little flivver is left
alone with my fantasies. It must
feel that it is fighting devils"
He broke off to say, "I'm as gar-
rulous as Jane. Please don’t let me
talk any more about myself.”
“Is Jane your sister?’
“Yes. And now let's get down to
realities. Your uncle wants you to
come home."
“I'm not going. I know Uncle
Fred. He'll make me feel like a re-
turned prodigal. He'll kill the fatted
calf, but I'll always know that there
were husks"
“And hogs,” Baldy supplemented,
dreamily. ‘‘Some people are like
that.”
“Look here,” he said suddenly,
“if 1 were you I'd go back.”
“I will not.”
“I think you ought. Face things
out. Let your uncle understand that
there are to be no postmortems, It
is the only thing to do. You can’t
stay here forever.”
“Did Uncle Fred make you his
ambassador?” coldly.
‘He did not. When 1 came, 1
felt that I would do anything to
keep you away from home as long
as you liked. But I don't feel that
way now. You'll just sit here and
grow bitter about it — instead of
thanking God on your knees.”
He flung it at her, unexpectedly.
There was a moment's intense si-
lence. Then he said, “Oh, I hope
you don’t think I am preaching—"'
“No—no—'"" and suddenly her
head went down on her arm, that
beautiful burnished head.
She was crying!
“I'm sorry,” he told her, huskily.
And again there was silence.
She hunted for her handkerchief,
and he handed her his.
needn't be sorry,” she said;
seems—rather refreshing to
someone say things like that, Oh, 1
wonder if you know how hard we
“it
set.
ever—thank God."
They talked for an hour after that.
“There is no reason why you should
hurry back,” Baldy said, “but I'd
let your uncle tell people where
you are. Then the papers will drop
it, don't you see?”
“1 see. Of course I've been silly
~but you can't think how 1 suf-
fered.”
She would not have admitted it to
anyone else. But she met his sin-
cerity with her own.
“lI was going to have our lunch
served up here,” she said, “but I
think I won't. The dining-room
down-stairs is charming—and if any-
one comes in that I know—I shan't
care—as long as I'm going back.”
The food was delicious, and hav-
ing settled her problems, Edith
showed herself delightfully gay and
girlish. There was heliotrope in a
Sheffield bowl on their table.
“Martha grows old-fashioned flowers
in pots,” Edith said. She picked out
a spray for him and he put it in
his coat. “It's my favorite.” She
told him about Delafield’'s orchids.
“Think of all those months," she
said, ‘and he never knew the flow-
ers I liked.”
There were other people in the
room, but it was not until the end
of the meal that anyone came whom
Edith recognized.
“Eloise Harper—and she sees
me," was her sudden remark. “Now
watch me carry it off.”
She stood up and waved to a par-
ty of four people, two men and two
women, who stood in the door.
They saw her at once, and the
effect of their coming was a stam-
“who comes from my uncle. I am
to go back. But I have had a cork-
ing adventure.”
Eloise, red-haired and vivid in a
cloak and turban of wood-brown,
seemed to stand mentally on tiptoe.
“1 wouldn't miss the talk I am go-
ing to have with the reporters to-
night.”
One of the men of the party pro-
tested. “Don’t be an idiot, Eloise.”
“Well, 1 owe Edith something.
Don't 1, darling?”
“You do.” There was a flame in
back of Edith’s eyes. “She liked
Delafield before I did.”
2 “Cat,” said Eloise lightly. “I
liked his yacht, but Benny's is big-
ger, isn't it, Benny?’ She turned to
had not spoken.
“I'll say it is,” Benny agreed,
cheerfully, “and it isn't just my
yacht that she’s after. She has a
real little case on me.”
The second woman, older than El-
oise, tall and fair-haired in smoke-
gray with a sweep of dull blue wing
across her hat, said, ‘Edith, you
bad child, your uncle has been
frightfully worried.”
“Of course, you'd know, Adelaide.
And it does him good to be wor-
ried. I am an antidote for the rest
of you.”
Everybody laughed except Baldy.
He ran his fingers with a nervous
gesture through his hair. He was
like a young eagle with a ruffled
crest.
Martha came up to arrange for a
table. "Bring your coffee over and
sit with us,” Eloise said; “we want
to hear all about it.”’
Edith shook her head. “I don’t
belong to your world yet. And I've
had a heavenly time without you.”
They went on laughing. Silence
didn't like the things we
“Hateful!”
“Do you always show what you
“Jane says I do.”
“Well, if it had been anybody but
Eloise Harper and Adelaide Lara-
more. Adelaide is Uncle Fred's lat-
est.”
She rose. “Let's go upstairs. If
I stay here I shall want to throw
things at their heads. And I don't
care to break Martha's dishes.”
They stopped at the other table,
however, for a light word or two,
then went up to Edith's sitting-room
on the second floor. When they
were once more by the fire, she
said, “And now what do you think
of me? Nice temper?”
“1 think,” he said, promptly,
“that they probably deserved it.”
She laid her hand for a fleeting
moment on his arm. “You are
rather a darling to say that. | was
really horrid.”
When he was ready at last to go,
she decided, "Tell Uncle Frederick
to send Briggs out for me in the
morning. I might as well have it
over, now that Eloise is going to
spread the news.”
“1 wish you'd go
tonight.”
“Oh, but 1 couldn't"
“Why not?”
She weighed
Uncle Fred?”
“1 think we'd better telephone, so
he can kill the fatted call.”
“Yes. He doesn’t like things
sprung on him. Hurts his dignity—
but he's rather an old dear, and I
love him-—do you ever quarrel with
the people you love?
“Jane and I fight. Great times.”
“l have a feeling 1 shall like
Jane.”
“You will. She's the best ever.
Not a beauty, but growing better.
looking every day. Bobbed her hair
and 1 nearly took her head off.
But she’s rather a peach.”
“I'll have you both down for din-
ner some day. I think we are going
to be friends” —again that light
touch on his arm.
He caught her hand in his. “I
shall only ask that you let the page
twang his lyre.” Then with a deep-
er note, “Miss Towne, 1 can't tell
you how much your friendship would
mean."
“Would it? Oh, I am going to
have some good times with you and
your little sister, Jane. I am so
tired of people like Eloise and Ade-
laide, and Benny and—Del . , ."
{TO BE CONTINUED)
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She has more musical talent
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“Why, of course not, Sylvia.”
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At play, he is the one
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Martha Kent was thoughtful. “To
But we aren't the only ones
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