NINTH INSTALMENT
'Tve been wondering about you
this morning, Jenny. I came back tc
your door last night, but your state
room was quiet and the lights were
on. I thought everything must lx
all right,” said Angela.
"Perhaps it is,” said Jenny,
blankly. "I don’t know. Peter’s
gone.”
"Jenny darling, do sit down and
drink some tea with me. Have you
had your breakfast yet?” Angels
rang the bell for her stewardess.
"Breakfast?” repeated Jenny
aimlessly.
"Yes, breakfast. You look ex
hausted. Did you sleep at all?”
All night, like a log. I think 1
must have fainted when I found
Peter wasn’t there. I scarcely re
member the night at all. Wouldn’t
it be funny, Angela, if I never saw
him again?”
• 'Don’t talk rot. You’re shivering.
Throw that dressing-gown aver
your shoulders.”
• Jenny darling, said Angela,
plunging swiftly to the point, "I
have some bad news for you.”
Jenny retracted her head, wary
for the coming of a blow.
"Your husband’s left the boat
with Mrs. Langford.”
"Peter—oh no!” Jenny’s voice
was a cry of pain. "Angela, there
isn’t any doubt in year mind.”
"Mr. Charlton thinks they
caught a boat to Singapore yester
day.”
"While we were watching the
foolish dancers! But his things—•
how did he get them off?”
"He came back and packed, and
he and Mrs. Langford got a steward
to take off their bags.”
Jenny was staring at the floor.
"You know I’m his wife.”
Angela accepted her announce
ment with no change of expression.
"In fact, I left my husband and
four-months-old baby to run away
with Peter.”
"Yovr baby- Oh, Jenny darling!”
Angela’s voice halted in mid
_stream. So this was the story. She
looked pityingly at the girl on the
bed. "You must have loved him
very much.”
"I did. I do. But, you see, one
must pay for a thing like that.”
'IHow long have you been with
him, altogether?”
'About ten weeks. Such a little
time. I thought it would last for
years. I thought it would last for
ever. But ten weeks! Funny, isn’t
it? I’m repeating history. My
mother did exactly the same thing
when I was a little girl.”
"But didn’t you feel that any
thing was wrong, Jenny?”
"I saw him go into her state
room the other day, but I closed
my eyes to reality. I couldn’t be
lieve it. There was no change in
his manner.”
She lapsed into silence agajn.
Angela could see her fingers Twist
ing and untwisting, and the flow of
thoughts over her face.
"Angela, I want to be left to my
self,” said Jenny, suddenly.
"Of course, my dear child, but I
shall come back, and if there is any
thing I can do—” she bent down
and kissed her forehead,
"You’re very kind. There’s noth
ing that anyone can do.”
Angela went upstairs, to find
that the boat was seething with
gossip. She decided to go down to
Jenny’s suite again and see if she
were asleep. No, she was lying ex
actly as she had left her. When
the door opened she threw an eager
glance toward it, but her face
clouded as soon as she saw that it
was only Angela.
"Jenny, are you all right?”
"Yes.” She spoke in the faded
voice of the very ill.
"Have you slept?”
Smiling feebly, she shook her
head.
"A storm is coming up, a real
China Sea storm. I hope you don’t
get seasick.”
"Never.”
"It should lull us all to sleep to
night.”
"Yes?” Jenny’s glance was faint
ly questioning.
"Won’t you have some tea with
me? Let’s have it here. You haven’t
had luncheon.”^?"
"If you don’t mind, Angela. I
want just to be let alone. I’m rather
tired. I think I shall sleep.”
"You’ll send for me if there is
anything I can do, won’t you?”
"Rather!” She smiled piteously
at Angela—a lost face, drowning
in its ow n bewilderment.
The last traces of Peter’s oc
cupancy—a few odds and ends of
paper—had disappeared. A white
and blue envelope lay on the table.
It was a message from him. The
letters danced before her eyes—
foolish, jumbled letters, all capitals
and no punctuation. It had come
in dots and dashes direct from her
lover on his way to Singapore.
Writing at once to explain
everything and arrange fin
ancial matters. Peter.
Jenny looked in the flowered bag
that had gone with her to the wats
of Bangkok. Opening her purse,
Harry stood at the door, wonder
ing what he should do. "It’s cap
tain’s orders, madam,” he repeated.
"It’s a bad night and the water will
come in.”
Jenny’s voice was Imperative:
"Leave it to me. I shall ring in a
little while.”
The old man went grunting off.
He had plenty of others to attend
to, and he supposed the lady knew
what she was about. Senseless of
her, though. He shuffled down the
next alley; no doubt she would ring.
Soon he had forgotten her existence.
The storm was now at its peak.
Jenny could see the green-black
mountains racing past with squirm
ing foam-crests. In her ears were
thundering cries of anguish—the
requiem fc>f tflie sea. She dafhied
across the cabin and slapped her
hands in aimless frenzy aganinst the
panels. "He couldn’t, he couldn’t,
he couldn’t!” she screamed, but her
voice was a whisper in the mad
crescendo of the gale. She covered
her eyes with her arm. She must be
going mad. But tie water would
wash the fever from her brain,
would lap her in peace and security.
She reached the porthole, was
standing below it. She stretched up
her arms and the tips of her fingers
touched the rim, finding it cold and
wet. Her ears were filled with the
roar of the sea. Nothing must stop
her now. At last she worked her
slender shoulders through the rim
of the porthole. Turning her head,
she saw that the deadlights must
all be down, for the ship was as
dark as a whale. She was working
with frenzy now, pushing her slim
body farther and farther out. The
waves dashed into her face, stinging
her to a sharp knowledge that she
was close to death, beyond aid and
love. Her only fear was that they
might push her back. She dreaded
the moments of quiet, the lull be
tween the waves, when her thoughts
washed back to the life she was
leaving. One arm reached into the
night and the water raced through
her fingers. It was black and icy
cold. The water was a void from
which one plunged into light.
Slowly she wormed her way
through the black circle—her
breasts, and now her waist. If only
her hips would slip through the
porthole! Jenny’s head swooped
down toward the water. A thousand
echoes thundered in her ears and
her thoughts were splintered to
fragments. Her baby would never
know her—better that she would
die. Peter would never love her—
better that she should ....
With one last tug she pulled her
self clear. There was a tiny splash.
A huge wave roared along the side
of the ship and, finding an open
porthole, rushed in. Two peach
slippers rode like boats for a split
second and then, as the water
eddied with the lurching of the
Marenia, were stranded limply in a
joining cabin, heard a metallic click
I shall furnish evidence when you
return, if you feel you want to di
vorce me, Angela and, of course,
I shall make it all as easy as pos
sible. I want you to believe that
our love, while it lasted, was some
thing separate, apart and wonder
ful; that I have never known a wo
man I admired as much as you. But
I’m afraid I should continue to hurt
you, and things would only get
worse, as you must realize. I could
not bear your reproachful eyes at
Cairo, although you said so little.
Wouldn’t it be better if we went
our separate ways? I have already
left your home and am living at my
club. Jock is with me, but I shall
return him as soon as you get back.
Forgive me, Angela, and I hope we
shall always be the best of friends.
Yours,
Lovat.
P. S.—Would you please get me
a very fine jade bracelet in China?
The Kitten wants one.
The letter dropped from Angela’s
hand and she stared after it as it
fell. She had feared it all along.
Of course, she would let him have
his divorce, though it would be
beastly—all of it! The tears went
sliding down Angela’s cheeks. She
had not thought that he would slip
completely out of her life as soon
as she turned her back. There
would be no use opposing him now,
and why try to hold him when he
had already passed from her life?
She took out her writing things
and sat down to reply to his letter.
Darling Lovat:
1 waited and waited for a letter,
and then when I got to Peking I
learned that there wasn’t anything
more to look forward to. Of
course, you shall have your divorce.
I shouldn’t dream of standing in
your way. Make any arrangements
you like and as soon as I get back
I shall talk things over with you. I
hope you’re sure you love the girl
Lovat. I’m going out to look for
the bracelet tonight. It will be my
wedding gift to your new bride, and
I hope you will both be happy. I
blame myself for marrying you,
ever; but I love you still, and al
ways shall, I’m afraid.
Angela.
Macduff might go with her on
her quest. He would have no idea
that she was buying a gift for her
successor, and he was certainly ob
tuse enough not_Jo know that she
was hurt. Angela changed into her
gayest gown, like Jenny with her
flowered frock at Bangkok. At last
she went down to the lounge and
found Macduff with a whiskey be
fore him.
"I’m going on an expedition to
night, Macduff, and I’d like you to
come with me.”
"Where?”
, 1 ve been commissioned to buy
a jade bracelet,” she explained,
lightly. "I want to find.the love
liest one in China. We’ll scour the
city until we get it.”
"It sounds like a foolish idea to
me, but I shall come.”
"Good! I can always depend on
you.”
(CONTINUED NEXT ISSUE)
She was working with frenzy, pushing her slim body further out—
sne iouna mat sne naa ius in
the world.
Pattering down the adjoining
alley, the steward, too old for any
duty at sea but that of night
watchman, arrived at Jenny’s state
room, which was next to Macduff’s.
He saw a ribon of light under her
door and assumed that she was still
awake. He knocked, and a faint
voice answered, "Come in.”
"Sorry to distrub you, madam. I
have orders to close the deadlight.
Captain’s orders, madam.”
"Leave it as it is now, steward,”
she said. "I shall ring for you later.
My head is spliting and I must
have sir.”
during a moment s lull, the crash
of a slipper heel against the parti
tion.
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Angela found a letter from Lovat
waiting for her at Peking.
My dear Angela (he wrote):
Many things have happened since
you left, and I’m afraid I’m going
to hurt you a great deal with what
I have to say. You must have real
ized for ages that things could not
continue the way they have been
between us. I had an idea, when
you started off on his trip, that the
situation might right itself, but I’ve
fallen in love, and not a passing
fancy this time.
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