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In June.” “l know. But it will be very hot, and you'll have a whole life- time in which to see Judy.” “But not at my wedding. She's my “I see,” but his voice showed his annoyance; “but it seems as if your of Can't you think a bit about She pressed her point. ‘Judy is like my mother. I can't be mar- be last “If the babies come, you'll the “Oh, it won't be. His quick I adore babies.” jealousy flared. “I he said, with a touch of “I'm not fond of chil- dren.” She ate in silence. And presently “You must think me a great boor, Jane, But you don't know how much I want you.” He was like a repentant boy. She made herself smile at him. “I think “] am not patient. I am most And when are you go- “When I can call you—husband." “But I don’t want to wait until “But ‘Frederick’ is so long, and is so short, and ‘Ricky’ sounds like a highball.” She had thrown off her depression and was sparkling. “Nobody calls me ‘Ricky’ but Ad- I always hated it.” “Did you?’ She was demure. *'I might say ‘my love,’ like the ladies in the old-fashioned novels.” He laughed delightedly. ‘‘Say it.” She acquiesced unexpectedly. “My love, we are invited to a week-end with the Delafield Simms, at their new country place, Grass Hills.” “Are we?" Then in a sudden ar- dent rush of words, “Jane, I'd kiss you if the world wasn't looking on.” “The reporters would be ecstatic. Headlines.” “lI am tired of headlines. And what do you mean about going to Delafield Simms?” “They are asking a lot of his friends. It is his wife's introduction to his old crowd. Much will de- pend on whether you and Edith will And it was Edith who He leaned towards her across the table. “Ask me, prettily, and I'll do it.” “Really?’’ She laughed, blushed “Could I say ‘no’ to that?” He how charming you are, Jane?” “Am I? But it is nice of you to go. “Not if you are there. And now, “Oh, Mrs. Laramore and Eloise Lucy When their ices came and their coffee, Frederick said, ‘I've got to “No-—there's nothing interesting, is there? I'll wait in Statuary Hall.” Jane loved the marble figures that Years ago there had not been so many. They had been, then, perhaps, more distinc- tive. As a child, she had chosen as her favorites the picturesque Colo- nials, the frontiersmen in leather tunics and coonskin caps. She had never liked the statesmen in stiff shirts and frock coats, although she had admitted their virtues. Even the incongruous classic draperies were more in keeping with the glam- our which the past flung over the men who had given their best to America. But it was Fulton who had cap- tured her imagination, with his little ship, and Pere Marquette with his cross, the peace-loving Quaker who had conquered; adventurer, pioneer, priest and prophet—builders all of the structure of the new world. She wondered what future genera- tions would add to this glorious com- pany. Would the Anglo-Saxon give way to the Semite? Would the Hu- guenot yield to the Slav? And would these newcomers hold high the ban- ner of national idealism? What would they give? And what would they take away? There were groups of sightseers gathered about the great room-a guide placing them here and there on the marble blucks. The trick was to put someone behind a mottled pillar far away, and let him speak. ng to some strange acoustical quality the sound would be ieie- phoned to the person who stood on the whispering stone. Years ago Jane had listened while a voice had come echoing across the hollow spaces of the great Hall, “My country—right or wrong-—my country—"" Another ghost! The ghost of a boy, patriotic, passionately devoted to the great old gods. “Of course they were only men, Jane. Human. Faulty. But they blazed a path of freedom for those fol- lowed . . .” When Frederick came, he found her standing before the prim statue of Frances Willard. “Tired, sweetheart?” “No.” “1 stayed longer than I expected.” “It didn’t seem long. I have had plenty of company.” He was puzzled. mean?” “All these.” Her hand indicated the marble men and women. He laughed. ‘Great old freaks, aren't they?” Freaks! Gods! Well, of course, it all depended absolutely on the point of view. “I like them all,’’ she said, sturdi- ly, “even the ones in the hideous frock coats.” “Surely not, my dear.” “Yes, 1 do. They may be bad art, but they're good Americans.” who “What do you That was the kind of thing to live for. His laugh was indulgent. “After you've been abroad a few times, you won't be so provincial.” my own, I'll stay provincial.” “Travel broadens the mind, changes the point of view.” “But why should I love my coun- try less? I know her faults. And I know Baldy’'s. But I love him just the same." As they walked on, he fell into step with her. “We won't argue. You are probably right, and if not, you're too pretty for me to contra- dict.” His gallantry was faultless, but she wanted more than gallantry. There had been the vivid give and take of her arguments with Evans. They had had royal battles, youth had crossed swords with youth. And from their disagreements had come convictions. She had once more the illusion of Frederick as a feather cushion! He would perhaps agree with her al- ways! And her soul would be-—smoth- ered! It was the morning of the day that she was going to the Delafield Simms, and Jane was packing her bag: She felt unaccountably de- pressed. During this week-end her engagement would be announced. And when Judy came they would be married in the Sherwood church. And that would be the end of it! Her lover had planned the honey- moon with enthusiasm, “Dieppe, Jane, Avignon—the North Sea. Such sunsets.” Jane felt that she didn’t care in the least for sunsets or trips abroad. She was almost frightened at her indifference to the wonders of a world of which Frederick talked continually. Oh, what were moun- tains and sea at a time like this? Her heart should beat high--the dawns should be rosy, the nights full of stars. But they were not. Her heart was like a stone in her breast. The mornings broke gray and blank. The nights were dark. Her dreams were troubled, She knew now what had happened to her. She had let herself be blind- ed by a light which she had thought was the sun. And it was not even the moon! It was a big round arti- ficial brilliance which warmed no one! Life with Frederick Towne would be just going up and down great stairs, eating under the eye of a stately butler, riding on puffy cush- ions behind a stately chauffeur, sit- ting beside a man who was ever- lastingly and punctiliously polite. Oh, half the fun in the world was in the tussle with hard things. She knew that now. Life in the little house had been at times desperate- ly difficult. But it had been like facing a stiff breeze, and coming out of it thrilled with the battle against the elements. Yet how could she tell these things to Frederick? He was complacent, comfortable. She was young and he liked that. He never dreamed that he might seem to her somewhat staid and stodgy. For a moment, in Chicago, he had been lighted by almost youthful fires. But in these days of daily meetings, she had be- come aware of his fixed habits, his fixed opinions, the fixed programs which must be carried out at any cost, She had found, indeed, that she had little voice in any plans that Frederick made for her. When he consulted her on matters of redec- orating the big house he brought to the subject a wealth of technical knowledge that appalled her. Jane knew what she liked, but she did not know why she liked it. But Frederick knew. He had the lore of period furniture at his fingers’ ends. Rugs and tapestries—paintings and porcelains! He had drawings made and water-color sketches, and brought them out to Jane. She had a feeling that when the house was finished it would be like some ex- quisitely ordered mausoleum. There would be no chintzes, no pussy-cats purring, no Philomel singing! As for clothes! Frederick's mind dwelt much on the subject. Jane was told that she must have an er- mine wrap, and one of Persian lamb. Most of her things would be made in Paris—there was a man over there who did things in just the right style for her—picturesque but not sophisticated. Frederick was already ing certain jewels set had even gone to oint of getting samples of silk and hiffon that she might the moke-gray and jade color-scheme wad in mind for her. see mind sh He should things to think of. There was Evans, for example. He had described the other night the boys’ club he was starting in Sherwood. “In the old pavilion, Jane. It will do as it is in summer, and in winter we'll enclose it. And we are to have a baseball team, and play against the surrounding towns. You should see my little lads.” She and Baldy had been much in- terested. The three of them had put their heads together as they sat on the porch of the little house, with the moon whitening the world, and the whippoorwill mourning far away in the swamp. They had planned excitedly, and every word they had said had been warm with enthusiasm. They had been flushed, exultant. It would be a great thing for Sherwood. That was the kind of thing to live for, to live with. Ideas. Effort. She had always known it. Yet for a moment, she had forgotten. Had thought of herself as—Curlylocks. She flung up her hands in a sort of despair. There was no way out of it. She was bound to Frederick Towne by the favors she had ac- cepted from him. And that settled it. She went on feverishly with the packing of her shabby suitcase, She rather glorified in its shabbiness. At least it is mine own, was her atti- tude of mind. As she leaned over it, the great ring that Frederick had given her yuldn't be on have other swung back and forth on its rib- bon. her frock but it would not stay. At last she took it off and was aware of a sense of freedom as if she had shed her shackles. It winked and blinked at her on the dresser, so she shut it in a drawer and was still aware of it shining in the darkness, balefully! Briggs was not to come for her until four in the afternoon. She de- cided to go over to Castle Manor and talk to Mrs, Follette. She would take some strawberries as an ex- cuse. The strawberries in the Cas- tle Manor garden were never as perfect as those which Jane had planted. Evans said it was because Jane coaxed things into rosiness and roundness. But Jane had worked hard over the beds, and she had her reward. Carrying a basket, therefore, of red and luscious fruit, Jane went through the pine grove along the path that led to the Castle Manor. Under the trees was a green light which she breasted as one breasts the cool waters of the sea. Her breath came quickly. In a few short weeks she would be far away from this sweet and silent spot, with its sacred memories. Leaving the grove, she passed the field where the scarecrow reigned. She leaned on the fence. With the coming of spring, the scare- crow had been decked in gay attire. He wore a pink shirt of Evans’ and a pair of white trousers. His hat was of straw, and as he danced in the warm south breeze he had an air of care-free jauntiness. Jane found herself resenting his jaunty air. She felt that she had liked him better in his days of ap- pealing loneliness. She had resent- ed, in like manner, the change in Evans. He, too, had an air of mak- ing a world for himself. She had no part in it, apparently. She was, in effect, the Peri at the gate! And she wanted to be in his world. world. She didn't want to out. Yet she had chosen. had accepted her de- She had not thought it would be so hard to have him-—accept. His interests seemed now to in- clude everything but Jane. He was doing many things for the boys of Sherwood, there was his work in town, the added responsibility he had assumed in the affairs of the farm, “She's such an old darling, Jane. Doing it with her duchess air. But she's not strong. I'm trying to make her let things go a bit. But she's so proud of her success. [I wish you could see her showing Edith Towne and her fashionable friends about the dairy. With tea on the lawn afterward. You must come over and join in the fun, Jane." “l am coming,” Jane had told him, “but my days have been so filled." He had known who had filled them. But he had ignored that, and had gone on with his subject. “The idea I have now is to keep bees and sell honey. The boys and I have some books on bee culture. They are quite crazy about it.” It was always now the boys and himself. His mcther and himself. And once it had been himself and Jane! Leaning on the fence, Jane spoke to the scarecrow. “I ought to be glad but I am not.” The scarecrow bowed and danced in the breeze. He had no heart, of course, He was made of two crossed sticks . . . Jane found Mrs. Follette on the wide porch. She was snowy and crisp in white linen. 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