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CHAPTER X?Continued
?16?
"That's the thing for you and Del.
He really loves fine stock. And you
and he?think of it?riding over the
country?planning your gardens?
having a baby or two." Edith was
going very fast.
"It sounds heavenly," said Lucy.
"Then make it Heaven. Oh, Lucy,
Lucy, you lucky girl?you are
going to marry the man you love.
Live away from the world?share
happiness and unhappiness?" She
rose from the table restlessly, pushind
hrtnlf hnr n 1 r Hrrinninr' Kor
napkin on the floor. "Do you know j
how I envy you?"
She went to the window and stood
looking out. "And here I sit, day
after day, like a prisoner in a tower
?and my page sings?that was the
beginning of it?and it will be the
end."
"No," Lucy was very serious,
"you mustn't let it be the end. You
?you must open the window. Miss
Towne."
Edith came back to the table.
"Open the window?" Her breath
came fast. "Open the window. Oh,
little Lucy, how wise you are ..."
When Lucy had gone, Alice came
in and dressed Edith's hair. She
found her lady thoughtful. "Alice,
what did they do with my wedding
clothes?"
"We put them all in the second
guest-suite," she said; "some of
them we left packed in the trunks
just as they were, and some of them
are hung on racks."
"Where is the wedding dress?"
"In a closet in a white linen bag."
"Well, finish my hair and we will
go and look at it."
As they entered it, the second
guest-suite was heavy with the scent
of orange blooms. "How dreadful,
Alice," Edith ejaculated. "Why
didn't you throw the flowers away?"
"Miss Annabel wouldn't let me.
She said you might not want things
touched."
"Silly sentimentality." Edith was
impatient.
The room was in all the gloom of
drawn curtains. The dresses hung
on racks, and, encased in white
bags, gave a ghostly effect. "They
are like rows of tombstones, Alice."
"Yes, Miss Towne," said Alice,
dutifully.
The maid brought out the wed
auig aress ana laid it on the bed.
Edith, surveying it, was stung by
the memory of the emotions which :
had swayed her when she had last
worn it. It had seemed to mock
her. She had seen her own tense
countenance in the mirror, as she
had controlled herself before Alice.
Then, when the maid had left, she
had thrown herself on the bed, and
had writhed in an agony of humiliation.
And now all her anger was gone.
She didn't hate Del. She didn't hate
Lucy. She even thought of Uncle
Fred with charity. And the wedding
gown was, after all, a robe for
a princess who married a king. Not
a robe for a princess who loved a
page. A tender smile softened her
face.
"Alice," she said, suddenly,
"wasn't there a little heliotrope dinner
frock among my trousseau
things?"
"Yes, Miss Towne. Informal." Alice
hunted in the third row of tombstones
until she found it.
"I want long sleeves put in it.
Will you tell Hardinger, and have
him send a hat to match?"
I "Yes, Miss Towne."
The heliotrope frock had simple
and lovely lines. It floated in sheer
beauty from the maid's hands as
she held it up. "There isn't a prettier
one in the whole lot. Miss
Edith."
Edith, having dispatched the box
with a charming note to Lucy Logan,
had a feeling of ecstatic freedom.
All the hurt and humiliation
Sof the bridal episode had departed.
She didn't care what the world
thought of her. Her desertion by
Del had been material for a day's
gossip?then other things had filled
the papers, had been headlined and
emphasized. And what difference
did it all make?
CHAPTER XI
The
day after Christmas.
"Baldy, darling: The operation
is over, and the doctor gives us
hope. That is the best I can tell
you. I haven't been allowed to see
Judy, though they have let Bob have
a peep at her, and she smiled.
"Give my love to everybody. I
have had Christmas letters from
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Evans and Edith and Mr. Towne.
Baldy, Mr. Towne wants to marry
me. I haven't told you before. It is
rather like a dream and I'm not
going to think about it. I don't love
him, and so, of course, that settles
it. But he says he can make me,
and, Baldy, sometimes I wish that
he could. It would be such a heavenly
thing for the whole family. Of
course that isn't the way to look at
it, but I believe Judy wants it. She
believes in love in a cottage, but she
says that love in a palace might be
equally satisfying, with fewer things
to worry about.
"Somehow that doesn't fit in with
fhm.TC r..O ri mm-,** A 13.,
dreams, of course, aren't everything
. . .
"1 had to tell you, dear old boy.
Because we've never kept things
from each other. And you've been
so perfectly frank about Edith. Are
things a bit blue in that direction?
Your letter sounded like it.
"Be good to yourself, old dear, and
love me more than ever."
Jane signed her name and stood
up, stretching her arms above her
head. It was late and she was very
tired. A great storm was shaking
the windows. The wind from the
lake beat against the walls with the
boom of guns.
She walsed the floor, a tense little
figure, fighting against fear. The
storm had become a whistling pandemonium.
She gave a cry of relief
when the door opened and her
brother-in-law entered.
"I'm half-frozen, Janey. It was
a fight to get through. The cars
"Can't you trust the maids?"
are stopped on all the surface
lines."
"How is Judy?"
"Holding her own. And by the
way, Janey, that friend of yours,
Towne, sent another bunch of roses.
Pretty fine, I call it. She's no end
pleased."
"It's nice of him."
"Gee, I wish I had his money."
"Money isn't everything, Bobby."
"It means a lot at a time like
this," His face wore a worried
frown. Jane knew that Judy's hospital
expenses were appalling, and
bills were piling up.
"I work like a slave," Bob said,
ruefully, "and we've never been in
debt before."
' When Judy is weU, things will
seem brighter. Bob." She laid her
hand on his arm.
He looked up at her and there was
fear in his eyes. "Jane, she must
get well. X can't face losing her."
"We mustn't think of that. And
now come on out in the kitchen
and I'll make you some coffee."
Jane was always practical. She
knew that, warmed and fed, he
would see things differently.
Yet in spite of her philosophy,
Jane lay awake a long time that
night. And later her dreams were
of Judy?of Judy, and a gray and
dreadful phantom which pursued
. . .
The next day she went to the
hospital and took Junior with her.
When he saw his mother in bed.
Junior asked, "Bo you like it, Mother-dear?"
"Like what, darling?"
"Sleeping in the daytime?"
"I don't always sleep." She looked
at Jane. "Does little Julia miss
me? I think about her in the night,"
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Jane knew what Judy's heart
wanted. "She does miss you. I
know it when she turns away from
me. Perhaps 1 oughtn't to tell you.
But I thought you'd rather know."
"1 do want to know," said Judy,
feverishly. "1 don't want them to
forget. Jane, you mustn't ever let
them?forget."
Jane felt as if she had been struck
a stunning blow. She was, for a
moment, in the midst of a dizzy
universe, in which only one thing
was clear. Judy wasn't sure of getting
well!
Judy, with her brown eyes wistful,
went on: "Junior, do you want
Mother hack in your own nice
house?"
win you mane cooKies?"
"Yes, darling."
"Then I want you back. Aunt
Janey made cookies, and she didn't
know abcut the raisins."
"Mother knows how to give cookie-men
raisin eyes. Mothers know
a lot of things that aunties don't,
darling."
"Well, I wish you'd come back."
He stood by the side of the bed.
"I'd like to sleep with you tonight.
May 1, Mother-dear?"
"Not tonight, darling. But you
may when I come home."
But days passed and weeks, and
Judy did not come home. And the
first of February found her still in
that narrow hospital bed. And it
was in February that Frederick
Towne wrote that he was coming to
Chicago. "I shall have only a day,
but I must see you."
The next time she went to the
hospital, she told Judy of his expected
arrival. "Tomorrow."
"Oh, Jane, how delightful."
"Is it? I'm not sure, Judy."
"It would be perfect if you'd accept
him, Jane."
"But I'm not in love with him."
"Bob and I were talking about
it," Judy's voice was almost painfullv
pa?er "nf hnvu cnlnn^;^ i*
would be for?all of us."
For all of us. Judy and Bob and
the babies! It was the first time
that Jane had thought of her marriage
with Towne as a way out for
Judy and Bob . . .
From his hotel at the moment of
arrival, Towne called Jane up. "Are
you glad I'm here?"
"Of course."
"Don't say it that way."
"How shall I say it?"
"As if you meant it. Do you know
what a frigid little thing you are?
Your letters were like frosted
cakes."
She laughed. "They were the best
I could do."
"I don't believe it. But I am not
going to talk of that now. When
can I come and see you? And how
much time have you to spare for
me?"
"Not much. I can't leave the babies."
"Your sister's children. Can't you
trust the maids?"
"Maids? Listen to the man! We
haven't any."
"You don't mean to tell me that
you are doing the housework."
"Yes, why not? I am strong and
well, and the kiddies are adorable."
"We are going to change that. I'll
bring a trained nurse up with me."
"Please don't be a tyrant."
"Tut-tut, little girl," she heard his
big laugh over the telephone, "I'll
bring the nurse and someone to Helr>
her, and a load of toys to keep the
kiddies quiet. When I want a thing,
Jane, I usually get it."
He and the nurse arrived together.
A competent houseworker was to follow
in a cab. Jane protested. "It
seems dreadfully high-handed."
They were alone in the livingroom.
Miss Martin had, at once, carried
the kiddies off to unpack the
toys.
Frederick laughed. "Well, what
are you going to do about it? You
can't put me out."
| "But I can refuse to go with you"
1 ?there was the crisp note in her
voice which always stirred him.
"But you won't do that, Jane."
He held out his hand to her, drew
her a little towards him.
She released herself, flushing. "1
am not quite sure what I ought to
do."
"Why think of 'oughts'? We will
just play a bit together, Jane. That's
all. And you're such a tired little
girl, aren't you?"
His sympathy was comforting. Everybody
leaned on Jane. It was delightful
to shift her burdens to this
strong man who gave his commands
like a king.
"Yes, I am tired. And if the babies
will be all right?"
\Y. AUGUST 10. 1939
Soon they were dining in a charming
French restaurant. The waiter,
with the first course, interrupted
them. When he once more disappeared,
Frederick persisted. "I'm
going away tomorrow. Won't you
give me my answer tonight? After
lunch I'll take you home and you
can rest a bit. and then I'll come
for you and we'll dine together and
see a play."
She tried to protest, but he pleaded.
"This is my day. Don't spoil
it, Jane."
It was nearly three o'clock when
they left the table, and they had a
long drive before them. Darkness
had descended when they reached
the house. It was stiii snowing.
Bob was upstairs, walking around
the little room like a man in a ,
dream.
"I can't tell you," he confided to
Jane after Frederick had left, "how
queer I felt when I came in and
found Miss Martin with the babies,
and that stately old woman in the
kitchen. And everything going like
clockwork. Miss Martin explained,
and ? well, Towne just waves a
wand, doesn't he, Janey, and makes
things happen?"
"I don't know that I ought to let
him do so much," Jane said.
"Oh, why not, Janey? Just take ;
the good the gods provide. ..."
Before Frederick Towne reached
Ihis hotel he passed a shop whose
windows were lighted against the
early darkness. In one of the windows,
flanked bv slippers and stockings
and a fan to match, was a
French gown, all silver and faint
blue, a shining wisp of a thing in
lace and satin. Towne stopped the
car, went in and bought the gown
with its matching accessories. He
carried the big box with him to his
hotel. Resting a bit before dinner
he permitted himself to dream of |
Jane in that gown, the pearls that
he would give her against the white
of her slender throat, the slim bareness
of her arms, the swirl of a
silver lace about her ankles?the
swing of the boyish figure in its
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He wondered if he offered it to
Jane, would she accept? He knew
she wouldn't. Adelaide would have
made no bones about it. There had
been a lovely thing in black velvet
he had given her. too. a wrap to j
match.
The evening stretched ahead of
him, full of radiant promise. lie
knew Jane's strength but he was
ready for conquest.
His telephone rang. And Jane
spoke to him.
"Mr. Towne," she said, "I can't
dine with you. But can you come
over later? Judy is desperately ill.
I'll tell you more about it when I
see you."
Bob had cried when the news
came from the hospital. It had
been dreadful. Jane had never seen
a man cry. They had been hard
sobs, with broken apologies between.
"I'm a fool to act like
this ..."
Jane had tried to say things, then I
had sat silent and uncomfortable I
while Bob fought for self-control.
Miss Martin had gone home before
the message arrived. Bob was
told that he could not see his wile.
But the surgeon would be glad to
talk to him, at eight.
"And I know what he'll say," Bob
had said to Jane drearily, "that if
I can get that specialist up from
Hot Springs, he may be able to diagnose
the trouble. But how am T an
ing to get the money, Janey? It will
cost a thousand dollars to rush him
here and pay his fee. And my income
has practically stopped. With
all these labor troubles?there's no
building. And Judy's nurses cost
twelve dollars a day?and her room
five. Oh, poor people haven't any
right to be sick, Janey. There isn't
any place for them."
Jane's face was pale and looked
pinched. "There's the check Baldy
sent me for Christmas, fifty dollars."
' Dear girl, it wouldn't be a drop
in the bucket."
(TO BE CONTINVED)
Emma Lazarus
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