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CHAPTER I WHEN Caroline was growing up her lovely mother used to say to her with an air of delicate reproof: “You sprawl so, dear.” “But Mummy, it’s a sprawly house,” Caroline had once answered. A few years later she knew that she had meant it was a gracious house. Colonial and old. Built by the founder of the family fortune, of the town’s chief industry, and the co-educationa) university. Other charming suburban residences had been erected on the broad acres that composed the original Rutledge homestead, but none were so authentic, so hospitable or so popular. In the early days of the town’s history the house had been the gathering place of the serious-minded, the leaders in church and politics, the elite of the artistic. Today the college crowd—Caroline’s friends—owned it Her father, Philip Rutledge, paid the taxes and the bills, but it was open house to flocks of light-hearted revelers who, according to the servants, were in and out at all hours of the day and night Caroline loved it, the house, the gayety, her leadership. It seemed all hers. An only child, she had never brought to her glamorous mother a definite sense of maternal responsibility. Mrs. Rutledge had for years spent most of her time ■broad. Mr. Rutledge and Caroline preferred to stay at home. Mr. Rutledge practically lived at his clubs. The depression washed up like a tidal wave and destroyed the security of many homes in the neighborhood. Hawthorn House stood like a bulwark, but Caroline’s followers diminished somewhat in numbers as the semesters ended and the calls to come home came in to some of the students from distant parts. A few among the local residents were lost to her, but those who remained in her “set” felt safe, realized little of what was going on in the world. No great sums were needed by them for their good times; apparently their parents were carrying on as usual and at Hawthorn House everything was as it always had been. Good cheer in plenty. The entertaining in other homes gradually fell off; the hospitality at Hawthorn House increased. Mr. Rutledge never faced the issue of mounting expenses, telling himself that things cost less now and letting it go at that—just as he avoided facing issues at his factory by spending his time in his clubs. In April Mrs. Rutledge returned from abroad. The boat trip had been a bore; people talked incessantly of the bad times. Alva Rutledge suspected that most of them were coming back because of lack of funds to continue away from home. For the first time in her inconsequential life she thought of money, glad that the family fortune was well rooted in an established industry. People would always want soap and cosmetics, she assured herself. Mr Rutledge did not meet her in New York. Undoubtedly he was too busy at the factory, she thought It was good to be at home. She enjoyed having Caroline's gay friends in the house after that dreary boat. Caroline was delighted with her mother. Surely no other mother had ever been so alluringly beautiful. “You’re about the only old lady my friends would stand for, darling,” she told Alva soberly. Alva Rutledge shuddered, protested the description. “But that’s just what I mean,” Caroline exclaimed. “You make us forget that you’re not of our generation. You’ll never age. You’re divine, Mother, especially in that yellow negligee.” “Silly. Will you take these popovers down and tell Anna I want Melba toast? I wonder why she forgot. Is she getting careless?” Caroline took up the covered dish. “Even Anna thinks you could never be anything but ravishing no matter what you ate,” she said. "But don’t run any risks today. I want

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you to look your loveliest this as- , ternoon. There’ll be hundreds of i people.” r “Good gracious. How do you feed them?” “Well, then, dozens. And it's a , cocktail party. Nothing to eat but . canapes. You brought some new , recipes for Anna, didn’t you?” j “Nothing new. Tell her to wrap stuffed olives with bacon and grill , them.” Caroline said: “They’re crazy , about them,” and started to leave . the room. Her mother called to her. “What are you wearing?” she asked. “Black.” Alva shook her head. "Because you have auburn hair like mine?” Caroline looked at her mother’s waves of burnished gold. “Have I really hair like that?” she asked. “Exactly. And it’s not the shade

r‘7 No shadow of depression here. Music, laughter, soft lights.

for black with a skin as fair as yours. Haven't you anything in a soft gray?” “I can get it. Jeanne is showing gray. I wanted to ask you first.” Her mother smiled. “Only because I’ve just come from Paris, no?” “You know you wanted me to I think for myself,” Caroline reminded her. “Yes,” Alva admitted with a faint • little sigh. “To avoid friction. You are much like your Grandfather Rutledge. Your father and I are i different It would not be easy to ; think for you." “You and Father are adorable. ■ Grandfather Rutledge was stub- ■ born.” “Don’t criticize him child. He’d ' be proud of you. You have the Rutledge eyes.” i A smoldering expression api neared in the girl’s clear amberbrown orbs. She was remembering . resentfully that her paternal grand- ' father had never been fond of her : fascinating mother. 1 Alva understood. She smiled tol- • erantly. “I suppose I am the orchid ' he used to call me,” she said. “And I never knew until he told me. that r an orchid is a parasite. Your fa- ■ ther was annoyed with him and made it up to me with a present so - naturally I used to torment him into calling me an orchid as fre- ’ quently as I could.” s “If I were as beautiful as you I - shouldn’t care what anyone called - me,” Caroline insisted. “Run along for my toast,” her mother urged, and wondered if all - the mirrors in the house were false, t for truly Caroline was more beau- - tiful than she. The Rutledge eyes—that amazingly elear brown. She reached out and picked up r a har.d-mirror from a stand by her - bed. No, her eyes were not so good t a brown, but . . . She shrugged, t Os course, the Rutledge blood would

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dominate in her child the chann that was hers. This charm had come to her from her own father, a Southern gentleman as irrepressibly a devotee to love of life as Grandfather Rutledge had been a rock-ribbed realist. She thought of her sister Fern, so like their colorless mother. Poor Fem. Well, at least Caroline was beautiful and sweet. Possibly a girl who was only touched with Rutledge realism could feel joy at least to the extent of making life worth living. It had hardly been so for Grandfather Rutledge. With him it was a grim-mouthed endurance test. She hoped Caroline would never get to be like that, and turned her thoughts to consideration of a dance she must give for Caroline soon—a dance with talent from New York—something to remind the town that she was again in resi-

dence at Hawthorn House. And . incidentally, to announce the girl’s engagement. Caroline's party that afternoon was handled entirely by Caroline. • Her mother took no part in it uptil , she came down to join the guests, refreshed, sparklingly animated and i simply shimmering in beauty and ■ cool green silk. Everything was lovely. “The ; child really is capable,” Alva i thought, and wished she felt hap- • pier about it i It was a cool spring day. Backi logs held the fires in the fireplaces. Daffodils were all about. Carpets . were rolled up and out of the way. • The big chairs wore new English chintz—she had sent it over herself, I a color to match the gowns she • wore. A pretty maid who looked as though she would like to share in ■ the dancing passed plates of hot - olives and salted almonds, but the ; guests themselves served the cock- - tails. ’ No shadow of depression here. Music, laughter, soft lights. The ■ tinkle of ice, couples lost in rhyth--1 mic abandon, young men bringing 1 in tall silver shakers with which t they described fanciful arcs in the - air with an energy that seemed 1 tireless. > Later there was a bit of clown- - ing, an extemporized adagio dance, - an imitation of Beatrice Lille, laughter a little louder, and one I girl that sulked because she said ’ Caroline had no right to be engaged to Howard Dunsworth. Everyone J condoled with her in an amusing ■ fashion, but Alva wondered. How- • ard was not finding it funny. He didn’t like it. His uneasiness ■ brought Alva at last to studying the girl. She saw, or thought she ’ saw. a roal feeling behind the conr fessed pique. J (To Be Continued) Copyrifht by Ruth Devay Grote* d MMrtbuted by Mint Feature* Syndicate, [ne.

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SYNOPSIS The depression did not alter lite at “Hawthorn,” the comfortable, hospitable home of the Philip Rutledges. Caroline, their lovely daughter, entertained lavishly and the younger set swarmed there. Mrs. Rutledge spends most of her time abroad and her husband practically lives at the club. Following her mother’s return from one of her trips, Caroline gives a party. The pampered Alva notes how capably her daughter has arranged everything and wishes she could feel happier about it. During the evening, one of the girls sulks because she feels Caroline has no right to be engaged to Howard Dunsworth. Howard seems uneasy and Alva thought she saw real feeling behind the confessed pique. CHAPTER II Alva Rutledge disliked Howard Dunsworth, agreed with her husband that it was awkward for their daughter to be engaged to the son of Henry Dunsworth. The Dunsworths and the Rutledges had been enemies for so long it was almost a classic feud. Caroline and Howard had broken it up. The Rutledges were too modern to interfere, but the Dunsworths would have none of it. It had happened while Alva was abroad and was the reason why she shortened her trip and returned home. Caroline must have a brilliant announcement party. Alethea Dunsworth would hate it! Howard was the apple of her eye. Watching him now Alva told herself she wouldn’t be surprised if there were a worm at the core. She had told Caroline she didn’t like him, thought he was unsound. Caroline had listened with the Rutledge expression until Alva decided it was useless to disapprove further. Her father’s opposition the girl passed off as based upon his own bitter feeling toward Howard's father. “All because Mr. Dunsworth brought that other soap factory to town! ” “He bought the site from your father, who controlled it for his own protection, when he learned the other people wanted it. And he told your father it was to be a leather factory.” “Father got his price, the factory would have been started somewhere and I don’t think it’s being a good loser to get sore when the other person outsmarts you.” “It’s given your father a great deal of competition locally and in the nearby counties,” Alva said stiffly. “Mother, you don’t know a thing about it,” Caroline had laughed then. “And after all it has nothing to do with Howard and me.” That had been the end of her parents’ outspoken disapproval. Alva was certain that Caroline would be happy with Howard for a while. Afterward—if Caroline became managerial he would resent it. There’d be fireworks. Howard should marry a girl who would weep in silence, or not care, or trick and charm him to faithfulness. Caroline, if she developed along the decisive lines she was showing in her character would cut too clean for Howard when the trouble came. And trouble must, with Howard. Alva was certain of that, weighing this girl who obviously shared some secret with him. Caroline, Alva observed, was taking it in the modern American girl’s way—a proud way, the way that requires a gallantry that Alva, having lived so much abroad, was not quite certain was genuine. At heart women were primitive, coquetry was their natural weapon. She haied to see her daughter disdain it for the masculine attitude; an almost painful goodfellowship, she considered it. That was the trouble, she thought, with Alva—fine, but indifferent to her natural heritage of charm. Let a man go if he liked was her way, and Alva believed it was not the way of wiser women. Women should protect their men. If that were not so why then were they the moral mentors of the

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world? Caroline would proudly let the first woman who wanted Howard have free rein. Well,—Alva shrugged,—if Howard were a man worth keeping it would be really a pity; as it was, Caroline would suffer and come to see at last that her mistake was not fatal to her happiness, Howard being Howard. Howard came up and asked her to dance. Alva felt it as a challenge. She rose. A voice from the door to the hall drew her attention. Philip! Whatever in the world was the matter with him! She heard Caro.“ne say: “Father!" and saw her go swiftly to his side. Philip Rutledge presented a startling appearance as he stood before his family and the roomful of guests that afternoon. The elear brown eyes held a haunted, frantic expression. The thick gray hair that ordinarily added to his distinguished appearance was disordered. His face was pallid, his lips working nervously as he sought to speak calmly. Tall, straight and proud he had been. It stabbed Caroline with a painful shock to see that he slumped, that he seemed to have shrunk under some crushing weight. “Darling, what is it?” she appealed to him. Philip put an arm weakly about her shoulders. His eyes went past her to those of her friends, who stood staring at him in unconcealed surprise. Most of them were dancing merrily on. unaware that trouble had stalked into their midst. “Send them away,” he said hoarsely. “Get them out of here!” Caroline went a bit white, but she turned and said to the group that was now pressing forward: “I’m sorry, something’s gone wrong with father. Please tell the others.” She slipped an arm about her father’s waist. “Come upstairs,” she said gently. “Let me.” It was Alva, beside her. “See your guests off, Caroline,” the mother added. ’ Philip stiffened. His glance had fallen upon Howard Dunsworth. “Keep Howard here,” he said sharply to his daughter. “When the others are gone bring him to the library.” In the hall Alva urged him to go to his room but he insisted upon making his way to the library. There he dropped wearily into a chair and asked for a drink. Alva rang and ordered the wide-eyed maid who answered to bring ice. With a frozen-nerved efficiency she mixed brandy and soda. A few minutes later Caroline came in with Howard. “Are you all right now father?” she asked anxiously. “Sit down.” Her father waved toward a chair. "Don’t stand, Howard.” “But I really think ... is there anything I can do?” Howard was obviously thinking he had no part in this family meeting. Philip looked straight at him as he seated himself on the arm of a chair. “Can’t guess what it’s all about, can you?” the older man asked bitingly. “Didn’t know a thing about it?” Howard looked annoyed, “You’re quite right, I can’t," he agreed. “No, I suppose not,” Philip acquiesced, “Henry Dunsworth would hardly be likely to share his business confidences with you.” “Father!” It was now Caroline who protested the biting sarcasm in his tones. “Well, let it pass,” her father said. “I’ve a surprise for you Howard. I’m no longer withholding my blessing from your proposed union with my daughter. I give it to you now in the fullest degree.” Such a statement at an earlier date would have added immeasurably to Caroline’s happiness; now she felt only more deeply troubled by it. “That’s very kind of you," Howard murmured unenthusiastically. Philip Rutledge smiled bitterly.

“I still disapprove or vou," hei y ’i.“ make no ni ’>’take i> that. He turned to Caroline - a surprise for you too,” h e , and Alva. A rotten surprise sorry about it." “Philip!” It was a cry <rf tress from his wife. He transfq his haunted gaze to her face it will be rotten for you ” he . al re°?.n a ? A hou f h hc tel self. But Caroline s different 8 young and a little hard endsht Rutledge. Perhaps we haven't I exactly the wisest parents in world, Alva, but she has chan in spite of us. I hate to give to a Dunsworth, but she wants 1 and it’s the only way she’ll ever her rightful inheritance ” atZt*’ 5 *"’ ' hat >Oa UII Howard had risen. •‘Delighi conference,” he began acidly Caroline cut him short. “Wi she said imperiously. Then, to father: “Please explain it all toi she begged. “It’s rather awful to know.” “Yes,” he said, “no doubt very simple, child. Henry ft worth has ruined me. The bank: him my notes. I don’t know »i he got the money, but he came a on me without mercy. But for I’d have got through.” He 100 up at Howard. “Sharp man. j father,” he said dispassionately. Alva, stricken to silence, sank noticed into a convenient th Howard showed by his expresi that he was genuinely unprepi for this news. Caroline, suppr ing a cry of remonstrance, si rigid, waiting. Howard broke silence. Philip smiled wanly. “I’ve ni quite understood, Howard," he I slowly, “how you’ve dared to i your father by keeping to your gagement with Caroline. It’s one thing about you that has I me from threatening to behead if she married you.” Howard stirred uneasily, mained silent. “Take him out and talk to hi Philip said to Caroline. “Y» a lot to settle, you two. Hen next move will be to break yon —that’s certainly plain enough. “Philip, dear.” Alva was be him, a hand on his brow. Caro wavered, saw that she could keep Howard longer in her fath presence, and with a breathh “Let’s get outside,” rushed out the room. In the hall Howard said: ‘1 not talk in the living room? I« stay long, Caro.” Caroline paused, vaguely tressed at something in his voice his attitude. “All right,” she s simply and led the way to a I sofa before the fire. Howard sat rather stiffly bei her. She reached out a hand I found his fingers limp, unrespi ive. She misunderstood. “Os course, it can t make any ference to us,” she said encotn ingly. "I mean—that it was y father who did it.” “No," Howard agreed, “t doesn’t matter. They were enea before we were born.'' His ro lacked warmth, and Caroline I conscious of a subtle withdraws! break in their understanding each other. And Howard had offered a word of sympathy, f haps he was hurt that his fit had done this to them—moved deeply for words. “I can't quite comprehend it, i said. “It seems unreal, althnop suppose it's an old story to mill* of people. It’s just that Ind thought of it’s happening to i* to father.” “Don’t you think you’re ton up to talk about it?” Howard mqurt hopefully. “No," she said definitely. J calm, really. 1 want to talk »t* it. I couldn’t do anything else, i I wouldn’t like to bother father questions just now.” (To Be Continued) CoovrUht by Ruth t>»»<' oxtribuwl by KM r>»W« SybMW *