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CHAPTER XXVI (Continued) Lila did not hear from Rod that hight. She telephoned to him the next afternoon. No, he had not heard anything new. Lila detected a suggestion of tension in his voice. “We’re a couple of deserted halfshells,” she laughed. “I expected Cy home today, but he wired he won’t be here. I wish you’d come up to dinner, Rod.” Again Rod declined to dine, with her. But Lila was not to be denied. When he reached home he found her comfortably settled in an easy chair, Waiting to dine with him. “I don’t see any reason why we should be lohesome alone,” she explained. “We needn’t make a party of it.” Before the dinner was over Rod ■was glad of her company. Her chatter helped to take his mind off his increasing anxiety over Bertie Lou’s strange behavior. It had bothered him in his work. He couldn’t quite understand it. Surely if she hadn’t had time before her departure to pen more than a brief note, at least she’d had plenty (bf time on the train. He ought to have had a letter this morning. None arrived. He had gone to the office, disturbed and perplexed.

Once, when his mind fell away from some remark Lila made, he told himself that Bertie Lou might have been too worried about her mother, too upset, to write. “I’ll wire,” he decided, “and find out how her mother is.” After dinner Lila insisted that he walk home with her. It was a glorious spring night, with a sapphire sky and a soft breeze that felt like balm to faces not so long Eince accustomed to icy blasts. “If it stays warm we’re going up to Connecticut for the week-end,” Lila said. “Cy will be in tomorrow. Suppose you come along with us, Rod. It will do you good to get out of the city. In fact, I think I’d like to go even if it does turn cold. What <lo you say? Will you come?” “Why, I don’t know,” Rod hesitated. “I want to be where Bertie Lou can reach me by wire.” Lila laughed. “Connecticut isn’t in Africa, you know. Wire her you’re gonig up with us for a few days. She knows the address. There’s a telegraph office along here somewhere, I think. Do it now. then you won’t change your mind.” Rod weighed the prospect of a good tramp in the country against a lonely week-end in the city and decided in favor of the tramp. Bertie Lou herself answered the door and received his message. Her mother was sleeping, but two neighbors were in the parlor looking over a seed catalogue. So Bertie Lou took the telegram up to her old room where she could read it undisturbed. Her fingers trembled as she tore open the envelope. She derided herself for her eagerness. She didn’t want to love a lying cheat so much that a few words from him could set her heart fluttering and make her breath come short. Put it was her way of loving Rod, no matter how much she was trying to hate him. , She had not admitted it to herself, but she had been hoping and waiting for this messagae with more longing than she’d ever experienced in her .life.

Perhaps Rod could explain. He might even say he was coming on the next train. Her eyes lighted eagerly as she unfolded the sheet of paper. CHAPTER XXVII OING to the Birches with the VT Lorees. . . . ” It was a crushing blow to Bertie Lou, that message from Rod- She clumped weakly' down on her little old mammy rocfter, too heartsick to cry, and sat there while the pendulum of her wavering faith swung back to the point which it had reached when she made up her mind to return to Wayville on the first available train. , That was just after she had tiephoned Rod’s office and learned that he was with Lila. No wonder, she had mocked herself, that Lila had been so willing to break their luncheon engagement when instead she could lunch with Rod. The shock of obtaining further proof of something between her husband and his old sweetheart, coming with the news of her mother's illness, had thrown Bertie T,ou into a frenzy of unthinking haste. She packed most of her clothes, telephoned for a Pullman reservation, and rushed off to the station without a thought of her theater engagement with Lila. But once she had settled herself on the train, reaction to her impetuous step had brought her face to face with the true aspect of her unannounced leave taking. She had packed so many things, and her note had been so brutally abrupt. . . Rod would think she had left him . . , perhaps he would guess that she had discovered his reawakened interest in Lila. There was still enough faith left In Bertie Lou’s heart to foster a hope that Rod could explain why he had lied to her. This hope had grown steadily until she regretted that she hadn’t given him a chance to defend himself. Several times she was on the point of sending him a telegram but always her pride stood in the iway. Suppose Rod could explain Suppose he had found it convenient—a relief, as it were—to have her out of the way? And surely, if he were innocent, he would be amazed at the suddenness of her departure. He would wire, or write, irantically-inspired demands for explanations. She would know then how to judge him. She had yet to learn that it is fatal to one’s peace of mind or happiness to lay out lines of conduct for other persons to follow. Rod, puzzled and beginning to feel abused, had waited for word from her; had expected it, still expected it, and to avoid any delay in its transmission had sent a reply address witn his inquiry regarding her mother’s condition. All Bertie Lou’s hopes for a sat-

isfactory explanation fled with his message. She took it up, after a while, put it back in the envelope, and went in to see if her mother was still asleep. She would want to know if Rod had wired. Bertie Lou’s eyes filled with tears at sight of that dear, gentle face with its halo of gray. She wanted to sink down and press her face to the pillow beside it and pour out her heart-break. But the nurse beside the bed put a silencing finger to her lips and Bertie Lou backed away quietly. This was the rest that meant life to her mother . . . the after-crisis sleep. The next day she showed her mother the telegram and told her what a fortunate thing it was for Rod to be invited to The Birches. She had decided, after a restless night, not to mention anything about Rod and Lila. Her mother knew that Bertie Lou and Lila were now apparently on friendly terms. Bertie Lou’s letters revealed this information, also Cyrus’ generosity and the splendid future that Rod had with him. But her mother w r as too ill to hear the truth now, she reflected. And so she pretended to be pleased with Rod’s wire. And to carry out the pretense she sent him an answer as requested. Yes, her mother was out of danger. However, she was ominously silent regarding her own plans. When Rod received the telegram he began to feel deeply offended. Why couldn’t Bertie Lou have shown more consideration? There w T as no need to worry now over her mother’s condition. Lila sensed his mood when he came to lunch, dog tired from miles of tramping over the wooded hills in which The Birches nestled. She had opposed his / going off alone but Rod had not minded her. And she was too wise in the ways of men to insist upon accompanying him. “What’s the news?” she asked. She knew he had received a wire just a few minutes before. Rod took it from his pocket and handed it to her. Lila could scarcely conceal her satisfaction on learning that Bertie Lou's plans for returning were not even mentioned. She handed back the paper, expressing gratification that Mrs. Ward was on her wey to recovery. She felt that Rod had no real ground now for objecting to a little gaiety so she telephoned to Molly and asked her and Tom to come up for the night. A neighboring couple also were reached by telephone. They brought an extra girl. That made enough for two tables of bridge. Rod played absent-mindedly until, after several partners had said things in plain words, Lila suggested clearing the room for dancing. Rod asked the extra girl to dance

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“Nomyi Ain’t you ever going to bed?” a fretful, twangy voice interrupted Crystal and Tony after the two girls had been exchanging reminiscences and school news for more than tho hours. “Oh, dear!” Tony groaned. Then aloud, “Come in, Peg! Crystal wants to get better acquainted with you.” “Why does she call you Nomy?” Qrystal puzzled in a whisper. “My middle name’s Naomi—the one skeleton in my closet,” Tony replied. “Mother thinks it’s disgraceful for a girl to be called Tony—don’t you, Peg?” she challenged, as her mother edged deprecatingly into the room. Crystal looked at the plain, mid-dle-aged woman with the scornful eyes of youth, but because she was so painfully to have everyone like her, she scrambled off the bed and smiled her prettiest at Mrs. Tarver, holding out both hands: "S do want to know you just as quickly as possible, Mrs. Tarver! Tony always raved about her mother—” Mrs. Tarver, her plain face coldcreamed for bed, her graying red h.\ir done up onr old-fashioned kid curlers, looked as if she did not know what to do with Crystal’s hands or with Crystal’s determined graciousness. “Well, if Nomy raved about her mother when she was at school, it’s more’n she does at home,” she said plaintively. “Seems like since we got in easy circumstances Nomy and her father both are at me day and night, finding fault. I declare, sometimes I wish Pat had never invented that automobile contraption. “When he was working in a garage and we had our little fiveroom house, even if it was Just rented and not decorated by an interior decorator—” “Please, Mother!” Tony Jumped down from her bed and put her arms about her mother. “Crystal likes me a little now, but she’ll be having me arrested by the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Parents if you tell her all the terrible things I do to you. “You leave out entirely that Dad and I love you to distraction and only rag you for your own good. “You see, Crystal,” she explained. “Pat and I want her to play the grand lady, now she’s got the chance, and she bucks as if we were trying to lead her astray. “I want her to get her hair bobbed, drop a wad of Pat’s sinful riches in a beauty parlor, blow herself to some swell rags and keep out of the kitchen. Now, aren’t Ia horrible daughter?” Mrs. Tarver, slightly mollified, raised a veined hand to stroke the waving,; short locks of midnight black hair that, springing back from a high, pure brow, made Tony look like a glorified feminine reincarnation of Lord Byron. “It isn’t ,just your fault-finding

but he got a scowl from the masculine member of the neighboring couple that discouraged him. Later, dancing with Lila, it was explained to him that Bankie—so she called Mr. Banks—had a crush on the girl. It was nothing to Rod. Lila seemed tired. At least, the way she relaxed against Rod during the dance suggested it. It was as though he held her in his arms entirely oblivious of their surroundings and the rhythm of the music. Lila let her head sink to his shoulder and then curled one arm around his neck. Presently he heard her sigh, very gently, but unmistakably. “Tired?” he asked. She ceased dancing and lifted her head. “No,” she said, “just thinking.” "Let’s sit down and think out loud,” Rod suggested. He was weary from unaccustomed exercise and lack of sleep. “Come out and listen to the frogs,” Lila invited, taking his hand and moving toward an open French window. “They make music, really they do.” ( They sat on a stone bench and listened. “Isn’t it peaceful?” Lila said softly. "I wonder how men and women ever got life so complicated when the world they live in is just as simple as it ever was? Can you imagine anything being wrong in this setting?” , “I’m afraid I can,” Rod admitted. Lila’s hand stole over and covered his. "What’s troubling you, Rod?” she asked gently. “Nothing,” he answered, rather bruskly. “Let me help,” Lila pleaded. ‘Sometimes an outsider can put things straight for you better than you can.” Rod said there was nothing to be put straight "Oh, don’t be so difficult” Lila begged him, “I know you’re worrying about something. I think it’s Bertie Lou.” Would he resent her frankness? She waited to see. He said nothing “I can’t understand Bertie Lou,” she went on, speaking regretfully. “She seems to have changed so, lately.” Rod was at a loss to know in just what way she meant that his wife had changed. He waited for her to' become more definite before refuting her statement. “We all thought she was going to be such a successful wife,” Lila went on. Rod glanced at her sharply “You know Cy’s been rather displeased at her. extravagance,” she added, as though she hated to say it. Rod removed his hand from under hers. “I thought Cy approved of his employes living well,” he said in surprise. “Anyway, I'm responsible for what I do with the money he pays me—not Bertie Lou. "Don’t misunderstand me,” Lila said quickly. “I want to help you both. But you know you’re not saving any money. Any one who knows what your income is can see that.”

that worries me, Nomy,” she fretted. “It’s all this carrying on with the boys—and yes, older men, too, that ought to know better!—that worries me. “I hope you’ve got some influence over my Nomy, Crystal. Little did I think she would grow up into one of the kind of girls that ministers preach sermons about. “She’s either out every night till all hours or the living room is cluttered up with boys that don’t show her the proper respect—calling her Tony and T. N. T. . . . ” “T. N. T.?” Crystal puzzled. “Oh, it’s just a nickname!” Tony laughed, hugging her*mother. “From my initials, you know—Tony Naomi Tarver. But don’t ‘view me with alarm,’ Peg o’ my heart! Honestly, I’m all right. Still as pure as the driven snow, but having a gorgeous time, thank you.” When her mother left them, Tony’s gayety ceased. She shivered, spread her hands, then said rapidly: "Crystal darling, I’ve been aching all evening to ask you to make me a long visit when you leave the Hathaways, but—Mother and Dad, with me like a stick of dynamite between them—oh, I can’t explain, but I wouldn’t ask anyone to stand it. “I can, but it’s frightfully hard—sometimes. You may understand better later. And—l’m awfully glad you’re here.” (To Be Continued)

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