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CHAPTER V Synopsis Anne Ordway, nineteen, is shocked when she realizes that their old friend, David EUicott. is in love with her beautiful mother. Elinor. Anne adores both her mother and her fath er, Francis. One night she and Garry Brooks find a man mak ing coffee over A fire in a mea dow—a charming young man who gives his name only as Charles. After Anne has left him. Charles, through a second story window in Anne's house, sees a beautiful woman—not Anne—take something from a dressing table. Next morning Anne misses her pearls and Garry Brooks suggests that the stranger took them. Charles is injured in an automobile acci dent—and turns out to be Charles Patterson, member of an old and respected family, in the news because of his wife's sensational charges in her di vorce suit. Charles is taken to Anne's house, where Vicky, her companion, nurses him. Anne, dressing' for Betty Lan vale's party, thought of Charles. She had not been to his room, but she had read his letter again and again, and as she read, the things her mother had said had lost their sting. Marion, the maid, was holding cut an ethereal frock of flounced white tulle. "You're like a pic ture," she said. Anne, looking into the mirror, wished she might show herself to Charles. A little later, as she went along the hall, she hesitat ed at the door of the guest room. Ii was open, but a screen had been set in front of it. She peep ed around the screen and said, "Hello!" Charles, alone and reading, looked up. "Anne!" "I got your letter." "I shouldn't have written it." "I'm glad you did." "Why?" "Because now I shall pever be All Kinds of LAWN GRASS F. A. Brendle & Son Elkin. N. C. CREDIT Points the Way to Mf§ BETTER CLOTHES Open a charge account IB |i i / well satisfied as our ?II I j other customers. Hft' jl are anxious to do bus- No red tape, no delay, no carry ing charges. 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She was wearing blue—a chif fon in a hard clear sapphire that emphasized the color of her eyes. Her beads, her bracelets were of crystal and little slides of crystal fastened the straps of her sapphire slippers. She asked as Vicky came in, "Do you like it?" "Very much." "I got the crystals at a bargain today. Only dowagers and spins ters wear real jewelry these days." Vicky let that pass. "Have you a minute for me, Mrs. Ordway?" "I haven't a minute for any one. Francis is waiting." The maid was holding Elinor's wrap of blue and silver brocade. Vicky took it from her: "I'll look after Mrs. Ordway. And I Wish you'd go down and help Freda with the sandwiches. Mr. Ord way is bringing some people home with him after the dance." "Who is he bringing?" asked Elinor. Vicky waited until the maid closed the door. "He telephoned two detectives to meet him here." "Detectives?" "Yes." "About Anne's pearls? Oh, Vicky, how stupid! I told Francis to do nothing for a couple of days. Anne will find them." "Anne won't find them." Elinor turned slowly and faced her. "Wliy nbt?" "Because—l know who took them." There a breathless silence, after which Elinor said with elaborate carelessness, "Who was it, Vicky?" "I think I must ask you that." Elinor's head went up. "Well, ffi ' '■ (::/ C v ' ' , f i THE ELKIN TRIBUNE, ELKIN, NORTH CAROLINA if you knew, why didn't you tell Francis?" "I preferred to tell you first." "Why?" "So that you might put them back." Elinor reached for her wrap. "Vicky, do you know what you are saying? I won't stand every thing." "I'm not asking you to stand anything. I am only asking what we can both do about it." It seemed to Elinor's excited imagination as if Vicky, still and composed, was like a marble statue, against which she would be shattered. "What can I do?" she asked sullenly. "You can tell me what you have done with them." "Well, if you must have it"— Elinor's eyes did not meet Vicky's —"I took them this afternoon to Baltimore. I didn't dare take anything of my own. There's that diplomatic dinner next week and FVancis would have a fit if I didn't deck myself in all the fam ily jewels. If Francis weren't such a pig I wouldn't be driven to do such things. But I had promised Lucien that money to day and I had to get it." "You pawned them?" "Yes." "Have you the ticket?" "Yes." "Give it to me." "But what good will that do when I haven't the money?" "How much?" Elinor named a sum that seem ed to Vicky astounding. "I've paid all my debts and I bought these crystals." "And you have none left?" "Not a penny." "Then I must get it from my bank as soon as possible." Elinor clutched Vicky's arm. "You're going to get them back?" "I'll do my best." Anne was having a wonderful time at Betty Lanvale's party. She was young and she loved to dance and men flocked about her. When the music stopped the couples began to drift toward the dining room. Garry guided Anne through the crowd. There was a hall to cross before they reach ed the dining room—a great vaulted hall, hung with tapestries and portraits of dead and gone Lanvales. Set out in stone urns were orange trees, heavy with fruit, and it was against the background of green and glossy leave sand golden globes that Anne saw her mother. As Anne came up Elinor said hurriedly. "I was looking for you, Anne. David and I are going over to the club with the Dorsays for bridge. We're fed up. Garry will drive you home." "But, Mother!" "What?" "Oh. nothing." Anne didn't want to go with Garry, but her mother wouldn't understand. There really wasn't any reason except that he'd try to make love to her. And how could she tell her mother that?" Elinor opened her bag and took out an envelope. "I want you to give this to Vicky as soon as you get home. Even if she's asleep. I want her to have it tonight." Just then David came up and Elinor went with him, her head high, her flounces trailing. The look in her mother's eyes and the whiteness of her face had fright ened Anne. What was in that letter to Vicky? When at last she started home with Garry the rain was coming down heavily. "Gee." Garry said, "this is something like it, Anne, isn't it?" "Like what?" "Oh, don't begin by asking questions." He laughed a little and leaned down to her. "I've got you alone at last, my darl ing." Dead silence, except for a swish of wet leaves as they passed a great tree by the gate. "Did you hear what I said?" "Yes." "Why didn't you answer?" "Because I'm not your darling." The rain was beating now against the windshield, a cloud burst that impeded their progress and obscured Garry's view. At last they stopped with a sudden jerk. Garry opened the door and got out, and then came back to say, "There's water in the engine. It's hopeless to try to fix it in this storm. We'll have to wait until someone comes along." Vicky, waiting up for Anne, wondered why she did not come. It was a dreadful night and Vicky was nervous as a cat. She had had her interview with Francis who had arrived before midnight to meet the detectives. She had waylaid him in the * hall and had asked for a few moments alone with him. "It's about Anne's pearls," she said. "I kn6w who took them, but I'd rather .not tell you. I wish you'd trust me to get them back and not push the matter further." "If it were anyone but you, Vicky," he had said, "I wouldn't listen for a moment. But you must have your reasons, and good ones." "Please," she had implored. "Send the men away,before Anne comes. Say that it was all a mis take and that the pearls have been found." "But they are not found." "You shall have them tomor row." He had then dismissed the de tectives. and, coming back to Vicky, had talked of other things. Through it all Vicky realized his thoughts were turn ing and twisting in dark chan- nels. At last he had said, "I spoke to Anne about going with her mother, but I'm not keen about it." "Why not?" "She still needs you. She's just a child." "I know." Vicky was staring into the fire. Francis, leaning forward, had said, "You've been more than a mother to her, Vicky, and you mustn't desert her now." "I'm not deserting her, and I have thought of this. If you can spare her, I'll take her home with me and we'll spend Thanksgiving with my people. She needs to be r.way from Garry—from every thing." It had been late when Francis left her, and now Vicky was waiting. She went to the tele phone and called up the Lanvale residence. A servant reported that Miss Ordway had driven away an hour ago with Mr. Brooks. Mrs. Ordway had gone on to the club. So that was that. As she won dered whether she should tell Francis there came, suddenly, the sound of a motor. She flung open the door to find Garry stumbling through the storm with Anne in his arms. "She's half frozen," he said. "Who ever heard of such weather at this time of year? My car stalled and I had to wait until someone came along." Vicky interposed, "Who found you?" "Elinor and David. Coming back from the club." "Elinor?" Vicky's voice was startled. "Where is she?" "Out there in the car." But Elinor was not in the car. She was standing in the hall. "Where's David?" Garry asked. "He's gone." She came for ward, more like a wraith than a ; real presence. "It's an awful I night," she said in a toneless j voice. "Has Francis come in?" "Yes." It was Vicky who an i swered. "Well, I'm going up," Elinor said presently. "You'd better get Anne to bed, Vicky, and send Garry home." "That sounds as if I were in disgrace," Garry protested, "and nothing is really my fault. Blame it all on Anne. I asked her to be kind ID youi^^p fCANT RIIY | TM most Jk X Jr AJIE '• be T0 ffi "W-ANtad, foWim» g* ' i i JK ( , t s Q f Protect - YOUR EYESIGHT j With Scientifically Designed I.E.S. 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