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"Oh, how nice! But it's a pity
we couldn't have had a chance to
get acquainted before, isn't it?"
Cleo's hard little smile came back.
"Oh well, we can have some dinners
and dances and things, in honor of
the bride. Call on me if I can help,
won't you, I must run along . . .
Good-bye?"
Mrs. Duane rang for Matthews.
"Matthews, Mr. Barry was mar
ried a few days ago and will be
home next Wednesday. Please see
that the west wing is made ready for
me."
"The—west wing. Ma'am?"
"Certainly, Matthews."
In five minutes the news was
buzzing in the rear of the old house.
• * *
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luxurious suite the sole heir of the
Pendletons was behaving badly.
Prom her petted babyhood, Cleo
had her own way. And now—Barry
Duane was married. Barry Duane
was the only man she had ever real
ly wanted.
,'I hate her!" she thought furi
ously. "I'll make him ashamed of
his ranch girl. Sweet simplicity . . .
what'll she look like in Granleigh?
I'll make him wish he'd never seen
her. I'll give Barry Duane six
months, or less, to be sick of his
bargain."
• * *
Every day of their homeward
journey had been reminding Anne
that instead of a struggling young
ranch owner she had married a man
of assured social position.
"Almost home, Nancy-."
That was from Barry. Except for
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the deep tan he was scarcely recog
nizable as the same Barry Duane
she had first seen, coatless, dusty
and cheerfully informal.
The train was slowing down.
"There's John on the platform. He
doubles as gardener and chauffeur,
but I do my own driving."
Barry nodded at one man, moved
his hand in careless salute to an
other, raised his hat to a woman.
Anne knew that several heads had
turned. Evidently everybody who
counted knew everybody else in
this pleasant old town.
The car swept away from the sta
tion and down a wide, well-kept
road. They were passing a high
stone wall, about midway of which
a wide gateway indicated a drive.
As they came abreast a car shot out
of the opened gates, a swift roadster,
and cut in ahead of them. There
was a girl at the wheel. She half
turned her head as she shot across
their path, with an impudent lit
tle grin and a swift wave of one
hand.
"Reckless little devil!" Barry half
frowned and then laughed. "That's
Cleo Pendleton. She's an imp.
Does pretty much as she pleases—
her dad's the richest man around
here, except one, and she's the only
child. You'll like her."
"She's pretty." Anne reserved
comment about liking Cleo Pendle
ton. It had seemed to Anne that
wide baby eyes had swept her with
a stare as cool and efficient as blue
steel.
The car was turning into a shaded
drive which curved toward a wide,
old house. It was not as pretentious
as most but it was older and mellow
er.
A tall, spare woman with beautiful
hands and an emotionless face was
waiting to greet them.
Barry said, "Here we are mother."
with just a touch of nervousness. He
bent and kissed her, and drew Anne
forward with one arm.
"I don't need to tell you who this
is, Mother, except that she is just
as lovely as she looks, and I am a
proud husband. Nancy darling, this
is my mother, and yours."
Whatever surprise Mrs. Duane
may have felt as she looked at the
"ranch girl" she was far too well
trained to show it. What had such
a girl been doing in a desolate place
like this Marston—unless perhaps she
had deliberately followed Barry
there?
She had not intended to kiss her
daughter-in-law, but she did. It
was a chill salute, but it answered.
"My son's wife of course is wel
come. Barry, my dear, how brown
you are." "
Anne held the beautiful old hand
a moment longer. "I hope we shall
be friends," she said impulsively. I
do want Barry's mother to like me."
Mrs. Schuyler Duane smiled re
motely and chilled again.
"We will take that for granted. I
suppose you would like to rest after
your journey? Matthews will show
you to your rooms."
Matthews showed them to a
pleasant suite.
"Like it, Nance?"
"Who could help liking it? It's
a beautiful old house."
"My great-great-grandfather built
it, and Duanes have lived in it ever
since. I suppose it will have to go
out of the family some day, unless
I make my million." He hesitated.
"Mother is very reserved. She
doesn't give herself out readily. But
that will be all right as soon as she
knows you better."
Anne wanted to cry out fiercely:
"She isn't just reserved! She's cold
and selfish and ambitious, and she
hates me!" But she nodded wisely
instead.
"You darling." He tossed her hat
on the bed and pulled her toward
him. "Nancy, I'm getting madder
about you every day of my life."
She gave herself up to that.
Mrs. Duane's dinner hour was
fashionably late. Barry had al
ready dressed and gone down.
Anne had just finished her own
dressing and stood critically inspect
ing the result. Barry had insisted
on staying over in town long enough
for her to buy several new gowns.
Anne knew why he, had done it.
One evening gown was not enough
for Granleigh; summer called for
sport clothes. She was not to meet
critical eyes unprepared. Anne
smiled at herself in the glass, think
ing absently of the moral support of
clothes, especially when other wom
en were involved . . .
She switched the lights off and
parted the curtains at the nearest
widow. Darkness was falling. Be
yond the hedge a man walked slow
ly, turning his head at each passing
car. She watched him, idly won
dering why he was loitering along
like that.
He stopped to light a cigarette.
A match spurted into flame, and the
flare lit his face v
Anne shrank hurriedly back into
the room, dragging the heavy cur
tains together. This was ghastly.
What could possibly bring him to
this part of the country again, I
straight to Granleigh?
"I mustn't let it get me! It won't |
do . . . I've got to see him, some- ;
how."
There was a tap on the door. It j
was matthews.
"Mr. Barfy wishes me to tell you
that Miss Pendleton is here."
So the Pendleton girl was here
already. M'm. Anne gave a last
quick glance in the mirror and went
slowly downstairs.
Anne went down with unhurried
grace, half smiling.
Barry looked up, a quick flash of
pride in his answering smile. Cleo
Pendleton looked up also.
"Here's Nancy now."
Cleo slipped from the arm of the
chair and met Anne half-way.
"I'm Cleo Pendleton. I wanted
to be the first to meet you. I hope
you will like me a lot, because I'm
one of Barry's old friends. I've
been counting on having you here."
"That's awfully nice of you."
Anne was sweet but non-committal.
"It makes me feel that I'm not a
stranger here after all.
"Oh, is this your very first trip
East?" There was a second's pause.
"I lived In the East for a while.
But I've never been here before."
"O-oh," said Cleo softly. "But I
hope you're going to stay this time.
We've all been arguing for years to
make Barry stay home, but he won't
listen to us."
"I always listen." Barry grinned
at her.
"And then do as you please."
Cleo shrugged a petulant shoulder,
and then laughed. .."AH right, if
you won't tell me. But I like Nancy
better than I do you . . . You'll let
me call you Nancy, won't you?"
"Why—of course . . . My name
really is Anne . . . not that it makes
any difference."
"Barry calls you Naney. I like
it better, too. But I must trot duti
fully back before Dad calls out the
reserves."
Out in the hall there were voices.
A door had opened.
"Good-bye, Nancy. I'm . going to
stop for you some morning, and
we'll dash ai'ound and do things."
Cleo whisked out with a careless
; wave. Barry chuckled slightly.
"She's an irresponsible imp." He
called after Matthews, just return
ing down the hall. "Who was that,
1 Matthews?"
"A man looking for a job, sir. A
chauffeur. He was quite insistent
about seeing you."
"I told him," Matthews contin
ued, "you were entirely satisfied
with the present man."
"Quite right." He suddenly re
membered something. "Oh, Mat
thews, is my mother out? I knocked
at her door, but there was no an
swer."
"No sir. She's changed her rooms
to the west wing. I think she will
be in presently, for dinner."
"Oh . , , thank you,, Matthews."
His voice was quite colorless. Mat
thews went hastily. Both of them
knew that the west wing had not
been opened for years.
Anne, listening idylly, could come
very close to guessing what had
happened. . . . And this was only her
first day in Barry's home.
Meantime Cleo Pendleton, who
was not in the least irresponsible,
huddled sulkily back in the limou
sine.
"Hurry, I'm late!" she snapped,
and the car swept out of the drive
so fast that a man crossing the
pavement sprang aside hastily. He
scowled and took an envelope from
his pocket and wrote down the li
cense number.
"Friends, and rich ones," he
thought. "I'll try my luck there.
Damn it, I'll get a job somewhere.
I'm going to stick here until some
thing breaks."
Cleo had not even seen him. She
was in a whirl of angry thought.
"She's no more a ranch girl than
I am—unless she's one of the aw
fully rich ones. The way she talks
—and the way she wears her
clothes! And I thought I could
make him ashamed of her!"
The soft lips pursed sullenly.
"I picked up a point or two, any
way. She'd rather be called Anne,
and she hadn't told Barry that she'd
lived East. Caught that one from
him! And something bothered her
about the windows . . . but that
sounds crazy. The funniest thing is
that she looks familiar to me . . .
Just a little familiar."
(Continued Next Week)
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By virtue of the power contained
in a deed of trust executed by W. M.
Childress and wife, RoSa Childress,
to the undersigned trustee for A. P.
Hanes, which is recorded in the of
fice of Register of Deeds of Surry
County Book 77, page 164, the debt
therein secured being due and un
paid, I will sell at public auction for
cash at the court house door in Dob
son on Saturday, the Bth day of
September, 1934, at one o'clock P.
M., the following real estate lying
in Surry County, N. C., being the
entire one-fifth undivided interest
of W. M. Childress and wife Rosa
Childresss in the lands owned by R.
J. Wall at the time of his death, ad
joining the lands of E. W. Walters,
A. J. Key, David Childress and oth
ers, containing 100 acres more or less.
Said win be sold to satisfy said
debt, interest and cost.
This the 7th day of August, 1934.
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