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BY L I D A LARRI MORE
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CHAPTER XIV? Continued
? 21?
"And with all of those deeds your
mother has tied you to her for the
rest of your lives, you. John, and
Surah. at least." interrupted Gay.
"On. of course she's been splendid. I
mean that sincerely. But it's a sort
of selfishness, too. She resents me
because I can do things for you
which she can't. She's afraid of
me. f. r you. for your work, for Deb
bv, mainly because she wants to be
the source of all giving, like God.
like?"
"You're uncharitable. Gay."
"I'm honest. I've seen. If I
weren't Gabriclla Graham, if I had
no money, she would welcome me
for your sake. I being who I am,
she fears and resents me."
"Lack of security breeds fear.
When you are obliged to consider
the possible result of every move
you make, you are cautious."
"You're afraid, too." she said,
barely audibly, as though the words
had been forced through her lips.
"You don't trust me."
He turned to look at her misera
bly.
"You needn't tell xne. I know."
Her voice steadied. "The things I've
been thinking are true, the things I
thought tonight while I was waiting
here for jou."
"What things. Gay?"
"That it isn't possible. We hurt
each other. Love isn't enough."
"Oh, Gay! 1 do iove you!" His
arms reached for her. Passion
flamed through the dark misery in
his eyes. "I adore you. Since I
first met you, when you were fif
teen years old, I've worshiped you."
"No! Don't touch mc!" She
slipped away from the sofa, went to
stand, leaning, against the wing
chair beside the hearth. He half
rose to follow her, dropped back,
sat with shoulders drooping, his
hands swinging between nis knees.
"It's just biology, isn't it?" she
asked with a little brittle laugh. "I
hoped there was more than that. I
had the naive notion that biology
was only a part of it, that there
could be companionship, too, and
faith and security."
"Gay ? !" He groaned.
"I'm beginning to understand. No,
not that. I guess I've known but I
wouldn't admit it. Do you remem
ber Christmas Eve in New York
when Suki announced callers? You
asked me what you should say
to them. I think I asked you what
you said to me. You said 'I tell you
I love you.' That's the only thing
we can say to each other without
quarreling. What will we talk ahmit
when ? ?"
"But if ? when we're together, we
won't be here or in New York.
There won't be people getting in the
way, your family, mine ? "
"I've told myself that, but it isn't
true. We can't escape our environ
ments. We'll take them with us
wherever we go. We'll quarrel and
make up and quarrel again, but each
quarrel will leave a scar. Let's not
spoil it, John."
He started up from the sofa.
"Gay! Do you mean ? ?" he asked
Hoarsely.
She held him o.l with an instinc
tive gesture. "Uncle Julut may have
known," she said steadily, her hands
grasping the back of the chair. "But
he was? dying. We must live, John,
you and I. We can't let something
that was beautiful become tarnished
and scarred. Let's stop hurting each
other. Let's end it now, neatly and
definitely."
He stood beside her, at a little dis
tance, his lips moving, his eyes
searching her face. She glanced
away.
"Do you want to do that?" he
asked quietly.
"Yes ? " Her reply was as con
trolled as his question had been. "I
want to go home tomorrow and start
to forget you. It will be difficult
but I'll manage it. You forget any
thing, don't you, in time?"
"Do you mean that? Look at me.
Gay."
Her head turned. She looked up
at him through a film of tears.
"I mean it ? " Her voice faltered.
Clinging to the back of the chair,
she swayed as though her strength
was gone.
He caught her, held her. For an
instant they clung together, urgent
ly, despairingly, then she broke
away.
"That doesn't change anything,
John."
"Doesn't it? Oh, can't we. Gay?
I love you so."
His arms held her again. Her (ace,
streaming with tears, lifted to his
face. "When I'm with you like this
?Darling! How can we? I don't
know . .
CHAPTER XV
Kate sat up straight in the chair
beside the long triple window in Kit
ty Cameron's drawing-room and
closed tha book she had been read
I ing as Gay and Todd came into the
I room.
"Hello," she said, removing her
reading glasses.
"H'.ilo." Gay returned her greet
ing cheerfully.
" Hello, Kate," Todd said smiling.
Kate's keen eyes regarded them
speculatively. "Where have you
been?" she asked.
"Driving in Connecticut." Gay
dropped into the chair opposite
Kate's. "It's a heavenly day."
"Grand. Summer at last." Todd
stood beside Gay's chair, looking
especially handsome, Kate thought,
m a light flannel suit and a green
shirt with a darker green tie which
accented the lights in his hazel eyes.
"What are you reading, the diction
ary?"
"Anthony Adverse. Since I can no
longer get a kick out of telling people
I haven't read it, I thought I might
as well. But riding in Connecticut."
Kate's eyebrow lifted. "Aren't you
working these days?"
"This was business." Todd
grinned at Kate with a light-hearted
air which raised the eyebrow high
er. "An estate the bank may risk
a mortgage an. We were looking it
over."
"Gay must have been a great
help," Kate said dryly.
"Moral support," Gay said, smil
inc.
"I've Rot to run along," Todd said.
"Will eight be too early. Gay?"
"Just about right, I should say."
Gay smiled lazily up at Todd. "Tell
your Dad I think it's a safe risk,
except that the well-swep, though
picturesque, is a fake."
"I'll remember that." Todd start
ed toward the dror. " 'Bye, Kate.
Good-by, Gay. See you at eight."
"You should learn to control your
voice. Todd."
"What big ears you have, Katie.
'Bye. Right o'clock. Gay. Don't
move. You look too comfortable. I
think I can find my way out."
His footsteps sounded along the
hall. The grill of the lift slurred
and clicked. Kate looked at Gay
leaning back in the chair beside the
windows.
"Hats are getting crazier and
crazier," she said.
"Yes, aren't they?" Gay pulled
off the scrap of straw to which Kate
referred.
"That one looks like a fez without
the tassel. Are you a Shriner?"
"No, I'm an elk. Didn't you
know?" Gay spun the hat on her
forefinger. "Any word from Moth
er?"
"None. You're going out for din
ner?"
"Yes. And dancing afterwards."
"Well, thanks for this fleet;ng
glimpse of you."
"Do you mind? I won't go if you
do. I know X haven't been home
with you much and it was nice of
you to come in and stay with me
while Kitty and Robert are away."
"Go on. I don't mind. I have
Anthony here for company. Quite a
lad, too, I've gathered from the por
tion I've read thus far."
"Do you mind, really? You
sound ? "
"Oh, go on." Kate regarded Gay
in silence for a moment. Then, "I
suppose >uu know what you're do
ing?" she said.
"What do you mean?" Gay's
glance turned to the windows
through which showed a glimpse of
blue sky and early June sunlight.
"You know what I mean. Don't
pretend that you don't."
"Todd understands."
"If he does, it's more than I do.
You break your engagement, upset
the entire family, and then you pro
ceed to spend a part of every day
with him."
"Don't scold me when I'm cheer
ful. Todd and I arc just very good
friends."
"Which, I suppose, is the reason
he comes in here fairly dripping
moonlight and roses. There's noth
ing like a good friend to put a song
in the voice and a shine in the eyes."
"There's no pleasing you." Gay
laughed. "When I stayed at home
you urged me to go out. Now that
I'm following your advice, you scold
me."
"You have no sense of proportion.
Ycu either act like a hibernating
ground-hog or a slightly intoxicated
moth. You're going ton hard."
Kate's brows drew together in a
frown. "You're so thin you scarcely
cast a shadow and your eyes are too
big for your face."
"It makes me interesting look
ing."
"Oh, nonsense! I don't like what
you're doing to Todd."
"That should be Todd's concern,
shouldn't it?"
"I know. You needn't tell me.
None of my business."
"I'm sorry, Kate. It's all right.
Todd has gotten all over being in
love with me."
Kate looked at her with an ex
pression of studied derision which
did not conceal the concern in her
eyes. "I suppose you think it's
charming modesty to pretend that
he isn't more in love with you than
ever." Kate waited, then burst out.
"What has happened? What about
John?"
"Nothing." Gay's eyes fell from
KaU's anxious face to the hat in her
lap.
"Excuse me. I've wondered, but
you've been so stately that I haven't
dared to ask questions. "Have
you ? ?"
"Nothing, really. I hear from him.
He's well and busy. There's a
chance of his getting the sort of
work he wants ir. Boston. He isn't
particularly interested in general
practice and the doctor for whom he
has been substituting has returned.
I ought to start to dress if I'm go
ing out. We're having dinner at the
Heron Club. The food isn't much
but the music is good. Denny O'Con
nor is there again. I adore his
songs."
"That's right. Change the sub
ject. Has something happened? I
was afraid ? "
"You were right. It isn't, tt hasn't
worked out." Gay lifted shadowed
eyes dark with pain which contra
dicted '.he half-smile trembling
across her lips. " "East is east and
west is west,' as Mr. Kipling pointed
out. What's that about the rich
young man and the camel and the
"We could go away, now, tonight,
down into Maryland."
needle's eye? You, with your recto
ry training, should understand. It
applies to young ladies who have
too much money, as well." She
sagged down in the chair, her hands
falling in a gesture of hopelessness.
"I'm so tired, Kate."
"Don't go out. Go to bed. I'll
bring you something on a tray."
She sat erect, forcing animation
into her gestures, her voice, her
smile.
"I want to go. When I'm dancing,
where there are people ? " She
sprang up from the chair. "Oh,
how I hate good times!"
"Gay!" Kate rose and went to
her. "There's no sense in this, you
know. Go to bed. You're as white
as chalk."
Gay stood by the windows look
ing out into the clear atmosphere
still bright with the after-glow of
the sun.
"June," she said, barely audibly.
"It's lovely at the cabin now. There
are wild strawberries in the meadow
across the road and the ferns are
uncurling along the lane."
"I wish you'd never seen the cab
In!"
"Do you? 1 d""'t. I wouldn't have
missed it. I'm grateful ? "
"You're half sick. Gay," Kate
cried desperately. "Please go to
bed."
"I'm going out to dance." She
turned from the windows, not look
ing at Kate.
"If it takes the rain to make
the pretty flowers, ' she sang a little
off-key. "Have you heard Der.ny
O'Connor? He's marvelous."
"Well, if that's a sample ? "
"Are you criticizing my voice?"
She swayed toward Kate, dropped
her head against Kate's shoulder.
"It just takes time, doesn't it? Kate,
how much time does it take?"
The music stopped. Todd led Gay
to the scat against the wall uphol
stered in peacock-blue leather.
"Are you having fun?" He seated
himself beside her. "Has anything
happened since this afternoon?"
"I am." She turned to smile at
him brightly. "No, nothing has
happened. Why do you ask?"
'* You're so quiet. I thought you
enjoyed this afternoon."
"1 did." She raised her glass.
"Did you tell your Dad that we
thought the property was a pretty
good risk?"
"You're unhappy. Gay."
"That's very ungrateful of me.
When a gentieman takes a lady
dancing the least she can do is to be
bright and merry."
"I don't care about that." Todd's
face above the conventional black
and white of his dinner clothes was
very grave. "Is there anything I
can do?"
She was silent for a moment.
Then. "I must do it myself," she
said, slowly, listlessly. "I should
have made it a clean break three
months ago. I've always disliked
loose ends."
"Gay ? " He bent toward her. "Do
you think of what I told you. of
what I've been telling you all
spring?"
"Very often." Her glance lifted,
then fell to the table. Her fingers
twirled the slender stem of the glass.
"Will you?" he asked very low.
Her eyes lifted again, met his
eyes steadily. "I couldn't do that to
you. Todd."
"But if I'm willing to take ?
chancc ? "
"We'll neither of us have any
peace," she said thoughtfully, "un
til ? He, John ? " She paused,
glanced away.
"You knew that you can talk of
him to me."
"Yes. I know. You've been
Her voice faltered. "I can't tell
you."
"You do ? like me. Gay?"
"You are my best and my dearest
friend."
"Then why not? You say that ho.
lliat John, half expects it. Wouldn't
it be the most simple solution? Wo
could go away, now, tonight, down
into Maryland. You can't keep on
like thij. You're making yourself
ill. I know you love him. But
you love me, too, in a different way.
And if he's ? "
"It would be a simple solution for
him, for me, too, perhaps. But you,
Todd? You're too fine to have any
thing but the best. You'd be sacri
ficing yourself ? "
"To have you, even the part of
you that has always belonged to me?
That's not a sacrifice. It's pure
selfishness. Gay. I'm conceited
enough to think thct in time ? "
"And you're probably right. I
don't know ? "
"We've always come together
again, after either of us has ?
strayed." He smiled. "You remem
ber when I was pretty crazy about
Julie? I woke up one morning while
visiting her in Charleston, and
couldn't wait to get back to you
I had myself all primed for abase
ments and declarations and when 1
burst in on you at Southampton all
you said was, 'Go change youx
clothes, Todd. We're sailing in a
race this afternoon." "
"I remember." A faint reflection
of his smile curved her lips.
Encouraged by the smile, he weni
on eagerly, persuasively. "And wher
you were running a temperatur<
about that aviator ? What was his
name?"
(TO BE CONTINUED J
Great Lakes Area Yields
Valuable Data on Indians
Indians had a feast on the beac)
of an island in Lake Huron at somi
time between 500 and 800 A. D. The
fact that this feast was held, how
ever, is not nearly as important at
the fact that there were Indians ir
the Great Lakes region from 1,101
to 1,400 years ago. Until recentlj
no definite evidence had ever been
produced to prove that there were
human inhabitants of this area at
such an early date.
Searching for early Indian data on
Great Cloche island, just north of
Manitoolin island in the Georgian
bay region, Dr. E. F. Greenman,
University of Michigan archeologist,
discovered the remains of this an
cient Indian meal. Later Dr. Green
man returned to the island with Dr.
George M. Stanley, Michigan geolo
gist, to determine the age of the
find.
Evidence that Indians held such a
feast on the beach of Great Cloche
island consists of the discolored sand
and stones on which their fires were
buili, scraps of foreign flint and
quartz, and bones of fish and ani
mals which made up their meal.
Evidently the meal consisted of
moose, deer, beaver, sturgeon and
another unidentified type of fish.
The beach on which the Indiana
ate their meal, now 28 feet above
tne water of I.ake Huron, says Dr.
Stanley, was en the water level
when the red men visited the island
hundreds of years ago.
Woman C.l?i?-f Nomina
Belva Ann IxK-nwood of ? .
Ington. D. C.. was the first *orT.,,
ever nominated tor Presidents
the United States. On Aukus- rj
;B84. at Sa:i Francisco, Calif
Equal Rights party selected S
as its standard bearer, wuh Mn
Marietta L. B. Stow of San Fr?t
cisco as her vice presidential
ning mate. This was done u j
protest against the refusal of bo
the major parties to insert pUskt
in their platforms recommcnda?
female suffrage.
Though Mrs. Lockwood retired
a very small vote that year (Gr>
ver Cleveland was elected Pres.
dent), she was nominated and rjj
oncc more for President as the
Equal Rights party nominee a
1888. again polling a small vote.
Champ Parachute jumper
According to reports just re
ccivcd from Moscow, the world' j
champion parachute jumper u
Maj. Boris KharakhonofT. of the
Black sea red navy. He is std
to have dropped from a height of
40,813 feet, not opening his pari,
chut" until he was only 2.100 teet
from the ground. This drop of
38,713 feet breaks all previous
Russian records, as well as the
American record, which was set
last August by Willie ("Suicide")
Jones, Chicago Negro who jumped
29,400 feet? Pathfinder.
Led by ihe Nose
The devil leads him by the nca
Who the dice too often throws.
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