FOURTEENTH INSTALLMENT
Richard stood still; a shock of
horror shook him out of his preoc
cupation. He was not a vain
man, but he could not have mis
understood her words of her man
ner.
He drew her hands into his. He
made her sit down.
"For Heaven’s sake, Helena,
don’t!” he implored her. “Com
mand yourself—yOU’H be ill, in
deed.”
She caught the note in his voice
and she laughed suddenly and
wildly. "I’d better die,” she said.
“Why don’t you say so, Richard?’’
He flushed darkly, still holding
her hand. "Helena, I’m King’s
friend, his physician; he trusts me.
In God’s name, what can I say?
It can’t be as bad as that!” he
groaned. He could not tell her
now that he and Nancy were
married, not until Nancy gave him
leave!
But Helena felt the chill of his
silence even more bitterly than his
words'. She rose slowly to hjer
feet, looking at him a little wild
ly
“Go and tell her!” she panted
furiously. ~"Go and tell lijer 1
came to you for help and you froze
me still!”
"Helena!” he cried, aghast.
But she continued to laugh
wildly, hysterically. Then sud
denly she straightened herself.
"I’m crazy, Richard. It’s the
chloral—forget what I’ve said, for
give me—” She caught his hand
and pressed her hot cheek against
it. "Forgive an unhappy woman
—who is your friend!” she cried
and made her way unsteadily past
him to the door.
He turned, conscience-stricken,
and sprang,to help her. "Helena,
let me go with you. I—”
But she waved him back, evad
ed his outstretched hand and went
out alone, shaken from head to
foot with an emotion that seemed
to tear at her very heart. She
hated Nancy. She blamed it on
Nancy. But for Nancy she would
have had his love to heal the cruel
wound she had inflicted on her
own heart.
Bravely Nancy neared her own
home. But she got no! farther
than the back door, when all the
misery—physical and mental—
came to a climax. She crumpled
up against the door-post.
"Mandy!” she cried faintly.
"I declar’ ter goodness!” The
colored woman, strong and broad
shouldered as a man, stopped and
picked the girl up. "Dere—yo’
keep still, honey; yo’ ain’t gwine
ter walk any more now.” Aman
da bore her into the libary and
laid her down on the lounge.
“Yo’ wait, Miss Noncy; I reck
ons I can fix yo” up as good as a
doctah.”
Nancy, cuddling down in the
old pillows with her firsa feeling
of relief, smiled. "It’s been done
ilready, Mandy; Dr. Morgan’s
jandaged it.”
Mr. Gordon had just come from
fie bank, his day’s work done, and .
Jier had some. papers in his hand
He had, in fact, succeeding in sell
irig out some old shares iri a cop
per mine. He would be able ti
pay Richard Morgan another fiv
hundred. He was half way ti
the center-table before he discov
ered her, and stopped short, look
ing at her over the top of hi
spectacles.
"Hello, Nancy! Got a head
ache?”
"I hurt my ankle—twisted i
—that’s all, Papa.’’
He came across the room an<
stood looking down at her kindly
"Which' ankle? Whereabout
did you twist it, child?”
Nancy blushed. Rirhard band
aged it. I hurt it in the field a
I left Angie Fuller’s. He saw mi
fall, and”—she drew a quid
breath—"he’s bound it. up.”
Her father eyed her shrewdly
"In the field? Nancy, you wen
running away from Morgan?”
Her eyes fell under his, and shi
winced miserably. He sat dowr
in an arm-chair beside her anc
sighed heavily.
"Child,” he said gently, "don’i
you want a divorce?”
He felt her start of amazemeni
and fancied it was one of relief
She did not look up; she seemec
to be considering his question.
"How can I get one, Pajpa”—
her voice sounded smothered—
"without telling people I’m mar
ried?”
"You might—thfere’d be som<
talk, of course. I put it up tc
Laverick the other day. He point
ed out that it was not a marriagt
'No sir, she’s not at home to you!”
he said sharply.
n fact; there "was a possibility
)f annulment. He said it might
se suppressed a good deal if Rich
ird—if the man would agree to
teep his mouth shut, too.”
Nancy stirred sharply, averting
ter face. She remembered Rich
ird’s cry: "I swear it, I won’t give
you up!”
She drew herself up on the
couch, clasping her arms about
her knees, a huddled figure. "I
sha’n’t ask for a divorce—I did it
myself, Papa, and I’ve got to stand
it!”
He turned and looked at her, and
she saw the tears in his eyes.
"Good for you, Nancy!” he
said, and put his shaking hand on
her bright head.
He was holding her silently
when the telephone bell rang
sharply. Nancy started violently.
Even Mr. Gordon looked startled,
but he rose heavily, crossed the
room and took up the receiver.
His daughter saw his whole figure
stiffen.
"No, sir, she’s not at home to
you!” he said sharply. "Yes, Mr.
Gordon speaking. My daughter’s
not going to answer you, Good
day!” and he hung up.
Then he turned and stared at
Nancy, his face utterly transform
ed The emotion of a few mom
ents ago was lost in the wrath of
his discovery.
"You’re flirting with the Roe
mer boy still! He’s been at the
phone—thought I was out! Nan
cy, I’m ashamed of you.”
She said nothing, still huddled
on the lounge, her knees cradled
in her arms.
"You said you wouldn’t get a
divorce, didn’t you?” he went on
with rising anger. "What d’you
mean? You can’t play fast and
loose with two men. I— good
Lord, girl, where’s your mother?
She’s got to teach you sense—
d’you hear? I won’t have two
men about. I’ll—by the Lord
Harry I’ll shoot ’em both if you
don’t stop! D’ye hear me?”
Nancy winced again, but this
time not from the pain in her
ankle. "I hear you, Papa.”
55* SJ- :>
These were bitter days, too, for
Page Roeiner. He had been sure
of Nancy Virginia. Thpn sud
denly, out of a clear sky, the bolt
fell.
She had married Morgan against
her will, she had married him se
cretly, and she refused to confess
her motives.
He walked the floor at night,
his nails biting deep into the palms
of his hands. Out of these vigils
of agony he emerged haggard but
determined. Morgan shouldn’t
have her! He would take her
away from him now by main
force.
Love and Hate contended for
his soul, and the love that he
made his god was more dangerous
to poor Nancy than hate.
But she did not know it. Sting
ing from her father’s denuncia
tions, shrinking from her moth
er’s reproachful eyes, uncheered
even by letters from Roddy, home
was intolerable to Nancy. As
soon as the hurt ankle let her walk
without wincing she went out
again, and she met Page. He was
always lying in wait for her in
his hours of leisure.
Not even Angie Fuller, who
had taken a sudden unaccountable
dislike to him. could prevent those
encounters. One day, when the
two girls were down in the river
meadow, Page joined them. The
two^. were so intent on each other
that the girl left them, a little
hurt and angry.
A storm was gathering, too, be
hind the hills. Angie saw it.
She shook her head and went into
the house, aware that her own
heart was sinking. She had had
no word of any kind from Roddy.
Nancy and Page walked steadily
out on the old river road. There
was a pungent fragrance in the
very air.
Nancy drew a long breath, i
"How peaceful it is out here!
What a beautiful world, Page.”
He did not answer Hate, that
was working in his heart against
Richard was suddenly swept aside
by love She looked so beautiful
today.
They had walked a long way
now and suddenly she realized it.
She hesitated, looking about her.
"Where are we going, Page?”
"We’re going to the end of the
rainbow, Nancy”
She laughed faintly, starteld,
looking at him now, her eyes wide
with surprise
"We sha’n’t find a treasure
there,” she said sadly; "it looks
like a storm We’d better turn'
back.”
He caught her hand and held it
fiercely.
"Nancy, will you come on with
me, or will you turn back to
him?”
She stood still, and, instead oi
blushing she turned white and her
lips tightened.
"Don’t ask me.” she said faint
ly, "don’t talk of it now—I was
happy here Let me be happy for
a little while, Page. I’ve been—
so miserable!”
They walked on silently. Nancy
was trying not to think She
drew long breaths of the fresh
sweet wind that had risen sudden
ly. As suddenly the sun had gone
out and a purple-black cloud was
rolling up on them. It had an
effect at once glorious and terri
fying, for it was tom with jag
ged flashes of lightening, and the
edge of it curled like the froth
of the sea.
Nancy loved it; it had no ter
rors for her, the very fury of it
helped her lift up her soul. Then
a rush of wind came, torn leaves
wipped about them, the rain be
gan to fall in great drops.
"Come—we’ll have to go into
the inn over there,”? he said
briskly, "you’ll get wet Nancy.”
Nancy yielded to his guidance
and ran across the lane into the
old tavern that had been made
into a roadhouse for the conveni
ence of summer motorists.
The inn dining-room was long
and barren, with here and there a
group of small tables As yet
there were but few summer visi
tors. Only a few people were in
the room, driven in by the coming
storm.
"You’ll take something,' Nancy
just for form’s sake? People no
I
"Free?” she sighed, "Oh Page, if 1
only could be free—as I use to be!”
tice—there’s Haddon over there.
His wife, too The storm must
have driven them in, too He’s
been down to his racing stables
I reckon They’re always quar
reling, poor fools, I wonder they’re
together.”
Their alcove isolated them.
Page put his hand out suddenly
and laid it over hers.
"Nancy, are you going to en
dure it? You’re wretched, I see
it! Break with him now—right
off—before it is too late.”
"Too late? What do you mean,
Page?”
"I know what to do. Trust
me, Nancy, let me—set you free!”
"Free?” she sighed. "Oh, Page,
if I could only be free—as I used
to be!”
"You can be—you shall be!”
he said in a choked voice, "Nancy,
I adore you—I won’t give you up,
I swear it, he sha’n’t have you.”
She did not look at him now.
"He won’t let me get it,” she
said faintly, "he won’t give me
up.”
"You can make him give you
up,” he said in a voice of smother
ed passion.
She shivered, shaking her head.
"I can’t see how—he’s like granite
Page I can’t make him yield.”
"You can!”
The girl lifted her head and
looked at him questioningly.
"Come to me,” said Page thick
ly, passionately, "I love you—you
love me Come to me Nancy, we
can go away from it all together
He’ll know it’s ulseless then. He’ll
get a diyorce.”
She stared at him innocently,
bewildered.
"What do you mean, Page?”
He bent nearer, his face flushed,
his eyes glowing, love triumphant
and determined and unscrupulous,
love without pity or remorse. He
was sure of her now.
"Come to me, I said,” he pant
ed, "come now—today—let us go
away together The world’s a big
place. He can’t follow us We
love each other We have a right
to our love—he has robbed us.
It’s like life—love is life—we’ll be
together — and Morgan” — he
laughed wildly—"Morgan v ill get
a divorce then!”
(CONTINUED NEXT WEEK)
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MIAMI . ... Farwell “Fuzzy**
J Perry, (above), son of John H,
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The ranks of real Isaac Waltoaa.
Some authorities consider that
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so as to be provided for all kinds
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BEAUTIFUL MISNOMERS
HERE is an open-air hat factory in
Tabacunda which turns out some
'of the most beautiful and yet the most
mis-named hats that ever reach our
! markets. They are handsome, finely
| woven, light-as-a-feather chapeaux
! called "Panamas.” Yet they have as
I little connection with Panama as din
ner jackets have with Tuxedo. The
hats are made in Ecuador and were
christened “Panama” back in the
; days when the shipments were all
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| Another erroneous belief in connec
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of fiber and make them brittle—are
essential to the creation of the best
grade of hat. This means that the
weavers must be up and about their
work before daybreak. Watching
these skillful hat-makers in operation,
and bargaining for their beautiful
creations is one of the pastimes of
travelers visiting Ecuador on the fort
nightly 24-day cruises from New
York.
In making a Montecristi the weav
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strands of fiber, increasing the' num
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sides are developed, until at the edge
of the brim they total sometimes
more than a thousand fibers. The
mesh is so extremely fine in the best
quality of hat that it i3 like a tine
cloth fabric and can be rolled up and
slipped through a finger ring.
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