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I I FINAL INSTALLMENT "Roxie knew you better than I did,” Neil said slowly, "I guess that’s a setback for me all right. . 1 was so bowled over bv what you told me that day with that Ains worth fellow that I didn’t know what to believe. I began to think 1 just imagined I’d been married at all!” Just then Joyce saw Roxie mov ing capably about the dining room, and running to her, she flung her arms impulsively about the older woman. "Roxie, you darling!” she cried, "Sana told me how wonderful you’ve been—” Roxie beamed and flushed with pleasure. "I didn’t do nothing!” she said confusedly. "Rut, my, it’s good to have you back, Mrs. i'ack ard. we’ve certainly missed you! And now do come in to dimer if vou and Mr. Neil are ready.” "Where’s Dickie?” she asked Neil, when they were seated, "I haven’t seen him since I got back!” "Oh. that’s right—I must send for him. He’s been living with Sam since you left. Moped about the house so dismally that we thought he was going to cash in, poor chap. I couldn’t do anything with him. He kept looking at me reproach fully, as if asking what I’d done with you. It gave me the creeps.” "Funny little Dickie!” said Joy ce. Conversation lagged. Joyce did not want to ask any questions cov ering the time of her absence, thinking she might turn Neil’s thougnts lowaru ms motner, ana cause him pain. She likewise did not want to tell him anything a bout her life in San Francisco dur-| ing that time; it now was resum ing the unreality of a bad dream, and she had no wish to revive the memories by talking about it. So she ate silently. j All at once she was aware tljat Neil was regarding her thoughtful-1 lv, with a brooding stare unlike‘the! matter-of-factness she remember ed in him. "Anything wrong, Neil?” she asked nervously. "No. dear, I was just thinking, how wonderful it was to have you back.” "Oh, Neil, you mustn’t say things like that to me! I know it’sj only your kindness, your natural, sweetness—” Joyce’s voice choked I up, and she left the table. Neil followed her into the living room. "Well, sve won’t go into that just now', Frills, if it bores you.” Joyce was about to remonstrate with him for his misconstruction of her words, when he went hastily on, "By the W'ay, I found some thing that’ll probably interest you —a diary kept by you—by Frills— beginning about the time of ourj arrival home in Mazanita after our marriage.” "Can I see it, Neil?” "Sure, I’ll get it, just a minute.” And he went rather wearily out of the room. Joyce W'as worried at the change in Neil. He seemed to have lost all his enthusiasm, all his spirit. "I hope he’s not really ill,” she thought miserably. "Of course his mother’s death was an awful blow. Perhaps a little time . . .” Her mind was running along this course when Neil came back. May l look at it with your ne asked, "I didn’t read much of it. Somehow it seemed—not quite tight. I thought I’d put it away and read it with you—when you tame home.” He spoke so quitely that Joyce barely caught the words. Neil,” she said impulsively, pausing before she opened the book, i do feel at home here!” He smiled, a sudden sweet flash that warmed Joyce to the heart, and gravely they opened the dairy between them. •it was nearly midnight when laid the book aside. Fascinated, 'bev had read every word of the b°ld handwriting that danced over ’ Pages, and, fascinated, they had \ beted with the curious, lost spirit at had cried out her secret fears ,R bet journal. , ^b, Neil, it’s so terrible!” cried l 1 knew Frills had been a a *°t, but I never thought of her offering somehow—I, never t,ousbt of h»r as doing all these I lngs deliberately, in a sort of ',zy effort to get back her iilehti \~t0 remember!" ^ ‘*s.” said Neil, "I don’t know lh! ij al>out these things, but I li. think the medicos might ex ll'n that second blow—the tim. J you were thrown from Fire Queen —as a sort of mental snapping, due to the pitch you’d worked yourself ,up to.” Frills’ dairy filled in most of the ! gaps in the story that Neil had \ gradually pieced out that day for ' Joyce. From the scattered notes she learned that Frills had been conscious of her loss of memory, but filled with the convinction that all at once, some day, it would come to her whom she was, where she had came from—her whole place of life. "Some deep instinct,” the dairy said, kept me from telling anyone. I felt that I must discover it, must work it out, for myself.” And then later, came an entry that made a very deep impression on Joyce. "1 know I did wrong to marry Neil Packard without telling him. He’s too good a man to be treated so meanly, but I just could n’t tell it. I couldn’t tell him. And I had to marry him—not again in a lifetime am I likely to meet a man so surely possessing that which can be depended on. In this crazy world it’s something to know that loyalty of that sort can be secur ed!” As the dairy went on. the entries became more and more excited. "I’m cheating Neil!” Frills cried, He’s got a right to a wife who’s more than just a unit existing for the time being! I’ve got to get back to my memory! Perhaps drink will do it. Bring on the wine cups—I’ll try ’em!” . . Why do I take so much perverse pleasure in shocking people around here? Maybe when I get back my memory I’ll find I was ai smalltown school teacher, or some body who never had a chance to express herself! Well, I’m express- | ing myself all right these days! All j I’ve got to do is think of some thing reckless and wild, to be seiz ed with an insane desire to do it! ...” And then, all at once, "Arthur Maitland—ugh, how I hate him! Why do I endure him arour.d me? God knows! I flirt with him !'kc a common street woman—yet I love I Neil! Why do I do it? Sometimes I' feel as if it’s to try Neil’s patience,! to see how much he really will stand from me. There seems to be no iimit to his affections!” . I’ve gone almost the limit and it’s done no good! What did I think it would do? God knows! Neil knows—I can see from his face that he knows there’s been too much to that affair between Arthur Maitland and me. If he’d only knock me down—a blow, they say will bring back one’s memory. But Neil won’t—he never will. I’ll have to kill myself first. Perhaps that horse, that surly brute Fire Queen. But I have a charmed life —a charmed and a damned one! How is this thing going to end?” And the last entry in the book, in sprawling, blotted characters: "I’ve been rotten over that baby of Sylvia’s. Of course Neil wants it brought on here. But a child why should I wreck a poor child s life as I’m wrecking Neil’s? It’s better off where it is—I’m a lost soul now.” "Neil,” said Joyce at last, "Neil, doesn’t it help to know that Frills did care about you? She did love you.” Neil did not reply to her ques tion, and Joyce saw that he was trembling like a leaf. "Do you think —do you think, Joyce, that things might come out as mother hoped they would? Do you think you could feel that this was home? I shan’t bother you much myself, but we might bring on Lawton’s child, and dd our best with it, be tween us.” "Oh, Neil, I feel as Frills said, that in this crazy world it’s some thing to know that loyalty like yours exists! . . . Do you want me, now, knowing all this? It’s been a sorry business, and it seems to me you’ve been the victim!” Joyce saw that he was trembling like a leaf. "No victim about it,” he said shortly, "I mean—I do want you— If, well—what about this Ains worth?” "Ainsworth — Robert Ains worth!” Joyce suddenly had an idea. "Neil,” she said, "I think I see no v what Robert Ainsworth felt that day! I think he must have felt ashamed of his part in the affair—I think he must have seen it all, have realized what a splendid person you were, and have felt that he simply couldn’t run off with your wife!” Neil looked at her sideways. "Sounds like the bunk to me. What on earth makes you think that?” "Well, you see, Neil, I never saw him after that day in the woods, and you remember he behaved so queerly, rejecting me by his sil ence!’’ Joyce had to swallow hard to keep back the emotion that surged over her at the memory, but she went quickly on. "I’d always felt so sure that he was an exalted being, somebody fin er than the rest of the world, andi . j for him to turn into—into just a cad seemed all wrong. I’d rather! be able to think of him without bitterness—and I do feel sure I’mj right, that he simply couldn’t bring! himself to take your wife away. . .” Neil smiled. "All right with me,| darling; think anything you please,| as long as you don’t think of him' too much!” Joyce regarded him tenderly. "Ned,” she said softly, "May I make a confession to you? I’ve fan cied myself to superior to Frills, but I wasn’t really nearly as—as keen. It’s taken me a terribly long time to find out what she knew all along . . . Neil, dear, you’re the finest person I’ve ever known in my life, and I—I love you.” THE END. STOLEN—TWO HOUSES Kansas City, Kas.—C. W. Bren neisen has reported to police the theft of two houses along with their gas and electrical fixtures and plumbing. The houses, one-story] frame structures valued at $800j each, were located on adjoining lots] owned by Brenneisen. — Tell How She Took 4 Ins. Off Hips 7 Ins. Off Waist In 40 days by taking Kruschen Salts, Mrs. Helga Blaugh of New York City reduced 26 /2 lbs.—took 4 inches off hips, 3 inches off bust and 7 % inches off waist. 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