WOMEN'S I
"THEIR MARRIED LIFE"
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Helen had rather an unpleasant | s
icene with Ned Burns In the walk j i
■hey took up the country lane. Evl- |)
lently Ned had thought that Helen ; <
neant to encourage him, for as soon j
>s they were out of sight of the Bells' 1
louse Ned began to make himself dis-! j
igreeable. j i
Helen was frightened. Not that 1
the hadn't implicit confidence in her- 1
>elf, but she had decided earlier in i '
he evening that she was not the type : i
if woman to cope with things of the!)
iind. The mere thought of a clande- 1
/tine love affair turned her cold. She ' i
louldn't imagine, now that she was I i
ihoroughly enmeshed in this affair, J:
Sow Frances had been able to per- j:
luade her that It was the thing to do. j 1
She longed to be well out of it. It 1
4urt her more to give Warren a les- ;
ion than It gave her satisfaction, of j '
hat she was sure. 1
Hereafter when Warren gave her j'
my reason for anything of the I:
rind, her tactics would be .entirely;!
lifferent. In fact, she would not ■'
idopt any tactics. She would take !
ao notice of it at all, and if it be
same unbearable she would have it <
ut with Warren. It gave her a 1
lueer, unnatural feeling to bo • i
;hlnking of anything of the kind.! <
It almost made her feel as though 1
things had reached a point where | <
ihe had no control over them. It' I
tvas very much the same feeling as: i
n inexperienced swimmer has
ivhen he finds himself in deep water s
.'or the lirst time.
lullen. He did not understand Helen j (
Ned from being ardent became i 1
!n the mood she was in to-night. I
"I don't understand you," he said |
finally; "first you let down the bars :
ind then you act like this." ( <
"You mean," said Helen, coldly, 1
"that because I treated you more i
is I would any other man of my ac- I
quaintance you thought I might be 1
willing to carry on an affair with you.
Did you ever stop to realize, Ned. 1
that you make it very hard for me? | <
I'm glad the subject has been men- i
tioned. so that I can talk with you \
about it You come to the house con- i
stantly. you almost force yourself on '
us. and I have to treat you as rudely -
as I can in order to have you treat • ■
me as a man would generally treat j
:he wife of a friend."
Nod Repents
Ned was silent for a moment.' l
"Helen, that's right," he said finally. I
"Just the same," he said fiercely,
"if Warren had been himself, I'i
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swear I wouldn't care so much. But
it drives me crazy to see the way he
treats you when I would be so differ
ent if only I were in his shoes."
In spite of the fact that Helen cared
nothing for Ned, it sent a warm little
feeling to her heart when he spoke
that way. Every woman is the same
when a man intimates that he loves
her.
"You must see, too," said Helen
"that it is hardly pleasant for a wo
man to be told by another man that
her husband is deficient in attention
to her. And really, Ned, that fact
doesn't matter, either; you have no
right to make me uncomfortable as
you have for the past six months. I
should have spoken of it long ago,
but I have dreaded bringing up the
subject."
"And so you thought you would
have me invited to this house
party, and would wear a gown that
would drive a man almost crazy,
and then when I had made a fool of
myself, you would have the oppor
tunity to talk on the subject," said
Ned. bitterly.
"No, I hardly think I am that kind
of a woman," said Helen, slowly. "I
hope not, anyway. And in defense of
• myself, Ned, I have done nothing to
j encourage you save accept an invita
! tion to take a walk with you this
| evening. I can't see where the mat
! ter of my dress is any more your busi
ness than it is any other man's."
"You haven't forgotten what you
said as you were leaving."
Helen's cheeks burned In the
darkness: no she had not forgotten.
It had been a rather cheap thing
to do.
"No, I haven't forgotten," she
said, "but just the same, Ned, any
( other woman might have said it, and
the remark would have amounted to
nothing."
"But not you, Helen, you're not
that kind."
"Perhaps not, but I still maintain
that with any other man I know I
could adopt easy friendly ways and
not expose myself to dangerous at
tentions. And if you persist in com
ing to the house, Ned, as you have
lately, you must either come as the
others do. and be treated the same
. way, or not come at all. I have told
: you that same thing before, and
: you haven't paid any attention to
; me. This time things are going to
' be different."
(Watch for the next instalment of
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Mary Roberts Rinehart's
Thrilling Mystery of
"The Curve of the' Catenary"
(Continued From Yesterday.)
He didn't even hear me. But when
we got out of the crowded part of
town ho relaxed. If you can call It
that, and talked a little, about the
mill, and an order we'd been angling
for, and some new machinery.
"Ollle," he said suddenly, as we
slued around a corner and got under
way again, "what was little Miss
Hazeltine crying for in the office this
morning?"
"Search me. For the vote, maybe."
"You hadn't hurt her feelings,
then?"
"Me? What do you think I am?"
Maybe I sulked. I don't know. I
remember leaning back, and think
ing of Miss Hazeltine in the morn
ings, with the sort of boyish collar
and tie she wore, and her sleek hair,
very shiny, and her nice eyes, brown,
with little flecks of yellow In them,
and comparing lver with Lottie Mur
ray. And Lottie lost on every count.
As well as I could tell wo were
going along Grove street then, not far
from the park.
All at once the taxi, which had been
going straight enough, veered to the
side. The next minute we'd leaped
the curb and brought up against a
house. The knock threw us both for
ward, and when I picked myself up
there we were, radiator against the
building, lamps smashed and out, and
the engine going on merrily. 1 leaped
out and yelled at the driver.
"What the dickens do you mean?"
I roared. "I'll report you for this.
You're drunk. You're—
He never moved.
"Drunk, paralyzed," I said to Mar
tin.. "We're lucky he didn't kill us."
Martin was getting out. He'd
brought up against the side of the car
and bruised tho corner of his eye. He
struck a match, and I could see that
he was pale. He bent over tho driv
er and held the match close.
"He's hurt, Ollio," ho said. "He's—
by Jove!"
I'm not going into details about
this part of it T don't like to think
of it. But the papers have been full
of the. story, so you know about it.
It is quite true. The chauffeur's throat
was cut. I think he died while we
looked at him. for he slid down in
the seat and his head lolled over
shockingly.
Martin's match went out and we
stood there without speaking. I
couldn't have spoken to save my life.
My mouth felt like a blotter.
"Dead!" Martin said, speaking very
slowly. "He's dead, Ollie."
"He can't be dead," I Insisted. It
didn't sound like my voice. "If he's
dead, he's been murdered. And who
could have murdered him? I had my
eyes on him Just before we veered.
He was alone. Unless a piece of glass
from the lamps—but that's hardly
possible."
I suppose we were both dazed, for
we set to work like two idiots, light
ing matches and looking for glass. The
lamps were smashed, but the glass
was mostly in the frames, or just be
neath on the pavement.
"Anyhow," I said at last, with a
flicker of intelligence, "if it was fly
ing glass, that would mean that the
lamps were broken before he turned
off the street. We'd have heard them
smash."
As long as I didn't look at the fel
low I was all right. That is, I could
stand, and control my voice to a
certain extent. But it was Martin
who struck another match and bent
over him. He looked at him steadily,
with his face as white as chalk. Then
he lifted the match and looked over
the frame of the taxicab. At the
time I thought it was one of those
things that people do, without reason
under stress of excitement
So far no one had noticed us, but
as he spoke a policeman made out
the deeper shadow of the taxi on the
pavement and came running. "Any
body hurt?" he called.
"The chauffeur."
The policeman panted up. I still
wake up at night, and hear the law
coming up on the run, so to speak, and
Martin standing there staring at the
taxi, with a burned-out match in his
hand. I was trying to light a cigaret,
and I'm blessed if I could get the
match near enough to the end to fire
the thing.
"Much hurt?"
"I'm afraid so." said Martin.
"Drunk, probably." He flashed a
night lamp over us both. "There ought
to be a law against selling these fel
lows liquor. You gentlemen all right
* • *
The man's been murdered," said
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Martin quietly. Jove, how I envied
him his nerves. "His throat's cut
from ear to ear."
Well, I take my hat off to that
policeman. He never turned a hair.
He turned his light on the huddled
figure, then he straightened and blew
his whistle. It went through me like
a razor. My cigaret fell out of my
mouth! Tho only way I kept my
teeth from rattling was by thinking
what a cracking story I had to tell the
fellows the next day at lunch.
Well, I'll hurry over this part of
the story. It isn't pleasant to re
member, and as I have to write it
at night after I leave the mill, it's
pretty nervous work. I've got my
head turned to look back of me most
of the time.
We were taken to a police station,
and Martin told the story to about six
men. I give you my word, their faces
were funny. The lights were off there,
too, and there was a lamp on the desk
in the chief's room. But wo were
cold sober, and of course tbev know
father, and Martin told the thing well
—not an unnecessary word, you Know,
and all that sort of thing.
"Somebody hopped the running
board of that taxi when it scraped the
curb," said one of the men at last.
"It doesn't matter that you didn't see
him. Ho was probably hanging on
outside of your door. Then, when the
car turned into the side street, he
had only to reach around and "
He drew a finger across his throat.
Gad. It made me sick. I hated
that man. He had a flat, heavy lower
jaw that stuck out until you could
have cracked nuts on it.
"In that case," I said, "wouldn't
tho cut have been on one side or
tho other? It—it seemed to run
straight across."
"Hello!" he said, turning to me.
"A gleam of returning reason!"
Well, I put a crimp in that man
later on. I'd have put a bullet In
him that night, if I'd had one.
"There's one place where you fel
lows fall off every time," I said. "And
that's when you think a top hat and
a derby cov cr different kind 3of
brains."
"Never mind that, Ollle," Martin
said. Maybe you have a theory, Mr.
Ollie?" the fellow said, grinning.
"I have. He may have done it him
self."
"Sure he may. It occurs right
along-."
"Why don't you search the street
from the corner where we turned?"
"For what?"
"For the weapon."
"Cleverly thought out! As a mat
ter of fact, it had occurred to us also.
But, although it is being done, the
chances are against our finding it."
"Why?"
"Because he didn't do it himself.
Whoever did this went down the
street, hoarded a Grove avenue bus,
and cut the throat of a woman sit
ting up there alone."
Can you beat it?
I didn't sleep that night, T dozed
off about 4. but at 5 I was wide awake
again. I lay in bed and made a men
tal note to get rid of a case of razors
that somebody gave mo when X was in
college, before X took to a safety.
When I remembered tbe casual way
I'd left the things about it made me
shudder.
It was dark at 5, and the lights were
still oft. About a quarter after 5
they came on so suddenly that it was
like a blow in the face.
X lay there and thought. And the
more I thought the more sure I was
that no one had Jumped onto the taxi
when it scraped the curb. I remem
bered looking: out to see how near
we'd come. That was on the side the
driver sat on. If the fellow, whoever
he was, had hopped on at the other
side, he'd have had to get clear around
into the front seat to reach his man.
We'd have seen him sure.
My room's the third story front
I got up to shut off the Uglits and I
went to the window. The street lamps
had come on and there was a gray
dawn breaking. I don't know that I
ever saw the dawn from that end—
I've stayed up to it, but never rose
to it, so to speak. Everything looked
queer.
Mother's motor drew up at the curb
as I looked. It struck me that the
mater was having a pretty hard time
taking sis about. Father gets home
from a ball, when he goes, which isn't
often, and turns in at midnight. But
it being sis' first season, she never
wanted to go home. Even then it
struck me as odd that the mater, who
isn t soft about most things, would
let herself be ragged into staying out
until dawn. I made up my mind to
tell sis she d have to cut it out.
Well, there was nothing doing as
to sleep. I put on some clothes and
beat it down the stairs. As I passed
mother's door I could hear her talk
ing, and I decided that sis was get
ting hers and I needn't butt in.
♦i 1 ? ot „ a EO , ft hat and an overcoat in
ha " went out. Jove, it was
mv
my head to go over to the street
V h6 thl "S ha<l happened tho
night before and look over the ground.
The man with the nut-cracker jaw
hiJ! on „ lnv nerves. I could still hear
him call me "Mr. Ollie." The more
I thought about him the sorer I got
wl nf. ® ®' on l bp iskly to get warm.
,j \e ln the best part of town of
the r na' iT ear he park " 1 went across
L m * . Ub and past Rois "
£ J s - Boisseau's Is to our town
what Sherry's is to New York, vou
EST' the Bssemblies are always
ani si hft' ,! k about the mater
and sis being late! There were still
cars waiting at tho door!
, h L w T^ t P? st ; congratulating myself
the nLh/ilV t ® PPe t th ° ShoW ,here
rne night before. Not that I wiahori
f^ y to lhc P° or devil who'd
I T BUT SLNCE ,LE WAS going
f,!, 't— Jove, 1 nearly said "in the
t TK 3 N(H SORRY ID H * EN
at the death, so to speak. Except
when I,ottie kissed me the night be
fore, over the foots. 1 hadn't had a
new thrill in months.
Well!
Just as I passed, the 'nut-cracker
came out of Boisseau's. There were
three men with him and old Bois
seau himself. The nut-cracker saw
me and nodded.
"Bad job," he said.
I thought he meant the murders,
or course.
"Hit your people rather hard, didn't
lt?"
"Look here," I said, "you leave
my people out of this, will you?"
"The dickens I will!"
He stared at me with his jaw drop
ped.
"Keep it out of the papers," I
added. "I don't hanker after pub
licity."
"Oh, yon don't, don't you?"
• •
I didn't like the way he grinned at
me, and I went on. I don't blame
him for being surprised, under the
circumstances. As for his being there,
lt didn't strike me as unusual. The
assemblies are about the biggest
things we have, socially, and there in
always a detective around. The wo
men string themselves wit! jewels
like popcorn on a Christmas tree.
I went on. The trouble with the
was ln the park, and
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a gang of repairmen at work. I stop
ped to watch them for a moment, and
then I saw a girl. If you'll remem
ber that it was 5.30 on a winter morn
ing, and hardly dawn, you'll be as sur
prised as I was. For she was a lady.
You could see that. And instead of
going straight along she was moving
up one path and down another. Some
times she looked along the ground.
Again she'd stand and stare up a tree.
It made me creepy.
I decided she'd lost something, pos
sibly a bird. I remember onte when
sis' canary got away, and she had me
wandering about looking into trees
and saying "Dicky! Dicky!" till I was
nearly locked up.
So I went up behind her. When
she heard mo coming she walked on,
and I had hard work catching her.
"If it's a bird," I called to her at
last, "I wouldn't bother about the lit
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She turned around thei). and it
was Miss Hazeltine! I hardly knew
her at first. She was as white as pa
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"Oh. Mr. Oliver!" she said, and I
give you my word she staggered. I
oaught her in time and helped her
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just sat there, not looking at mo or
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