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Tin nv rrr,. r , > r tf. nf honor NAN CARROL! T' • crcretarv to JOHN C7-FTTF MORGAN, la-t vtr.' d*r‘,rl*' to it! jn rhtn tb<! dliwtm is in lore -* r - Mor?:, :•• d*piy in Jov* ? tth L ' ;*iful ■ •*'. IPvTB. vs h*r rf*:gnftt!on b#rauw fh< th* n* * Morgan nv b*r aer in htA -.r\r of a souppft*t<l BERT CR A WORD. *horn Nan and :*r-r** A > M fr innocently placed w Vj • 1 .;.:• o’ • :•*> Ct'RTTK MORGAN i ry of < arc Jr ' }o\*- a!Te!r. After Morgan i Cranfords *cqut?*l. Cranford ** -i • •. to •* r-, ?, r\ T-• *, fo*"r.-- •• o-* im-fn^d-ate:* She Morcan *.’oe t i*l never Cravi n ■ # despair p* directing him lo>'c-dlstaneo house k*j>*r for him and hr Me Curt- . iho adore* Nan Nan sr^s r exa and upr’! he- rr-t'jrt Morgan tel v hT hr Tnv Tie r,r a proPO!.aU , *Hjns: her of hi* l a.nd the bo* s reed es her She accept*. are oiierh r-*r r "l. ?>n d Mortar *.s.et hrr e partner in his la** business. The- a-e prr-rj'Vd from )ca*:rsr ton-n hv *h* arrl*. al of DAVTCD BT.A<"KHVTX. -’Jsper*#d Os th* murder e.f his wealth- fa * her. Mrrjan roes ** Jh the ho* 7ho rat he *vtll j?l** . 3 p ard Nan *raitj alone tr net* off er. TJf,\-:nz there • •?] he no hriv moon. Nan rail* her home and lea* es order- for dinner, Instructing the maid tr -#nio*. e th# p;rtu-# of Tri from above the fireplace The sec rat ary bring** her ♦he paper v ih a 'ensationa! accour.t of he r marriage and a picture of the beautiful Iris. VOH GO OS WITH THF STORV CHAPTER. XXVITI ( Continued' "A marriage license was secured Is r Saturday bv Jolin Curtis Morgan and Nancy Stair Carroll, but at tb* - request of the couple, the recording of the licen e riii not take place until today; hence the utter nr prise with 'which the public learns today of the famous lawyer's second marriage. “The young bride has been employ’d as private secretary by Attorney Morgan for four years. Last week she was admitted to the bar, baring taken her examinations in -tune, and today Miss Carroll becomes not only Mrs. John Curtis Morgan, but the junior partner in the new- law firm of Morgan <fe Morgan. The bride gave her age a-s ”15, the groom 37. In addition to her new’ duties as wife and law partner, the young bride fakes on the job of stepmother to little Curtis Craig Morgan, 7-year-old son of—” There was another knock. The pretty, excited face of Kathleen O'Hara peeped in. “Oh. Mrs. Morgan. Mr. Morgan's just come in! He wants to dictate some letters to me first, and says will you please come in when he has finished?” Alone again. Nan stared about her private office and suddenly hated it as if it. had bepn a prison. Another girl, eager, pretty, young, hero-woshiping, had stolen her job from her— the most intimate eontart with John Curtis Morgan that, she had ever known. What was lefi to her” For a moment of sheer panic Nan Morgan would have given up everything she had '•wined that day to be in Kathleen C Hara s plarr CHARTFR XXIX TT was nearly 2 o'clock when the door of Nan's office opened to admit her husband. This was the first time she had been alone in private with John Curtis Morgan since the erremoir - had been performed that, morning. She had dreaded the moment and longed for it. with sickening intensity. Now that it was upon her she wanted to run a'ia r . ... So terribly much riependrel upon this first moment alone together. Would he put his arms about her. kisr her. murmur something dear and tender? She loved him so intensely that her love was a knot of almost unbearable pain in her heart. If he did not love her at all. was only grateful . . . “Well. Nan!” How usual and/ordial and unembarrassed he seemed to he. Nan thought despairingly. Ts he loved her even the tiniest bit. he would feel all choked up now. **T ike jt? it was a mean trick to

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\*r* |oii Viaduct Lane was an *• on meaner liouse than Colin Grant had ted Crystal to expert. A Cray weather-beaten huddle of five rooms, tt crouched at the end of the railroad viaduct, just where the trains snorted up the buttressed incline. to leave the staG highway Gear for its endless procession of rars and trucks. And every time a train passed the ]VMe house shivered and shook, so that it was a wonder it did not fall completely to pieces. Crystal and Tony passed through e cinder-packed scrap of front yard, on to the sagging front porch. A big mongrel dog snarled at them, but w as too lazy or too old to rise. What a place for Colin Grant to choose to live in. Crystal thought, something like anger mingling with pity for him and those who had to live there. "Come in!" a shrill old voice called in answer to Crystal's timid knock. She suddenly felt woefully incapable of dealing with the tragedy which had added to the dinginess of 1015 Viaduct Lane. Colin had described old Mrs. Barrett well, when he had said: "She's half-blind and has dropsy and is pretty hard up." For it was a mountainous, sick old w oman with dim eyes who peered at her unexpected callers. She sat before a grimy window which commanded a view of the trains and the motors, in a room that was close and bare and untidy. A lean, gray cat lay coiled in the pan of ashes before pot-bellied coal heater, glowing dully with the fire which tried unsuccessfully to banish the bitter cold. Crystals voice trembled as she stated her errand: "My friend. Colin Grant, has sent us to call on your grauddaughter Callie. He told us she was sick and needed cheering up—' 'Heh. heh!" the old lady cackled, nodding her three chins with obscene mirth. “Reckon it'll take somepin more'n a couple of gals to cheer Callie up. Now. if one of ye wore pants, and had a marriage license in your pocket—" Crystal stole a quick., frightened glance at Tony. She wished now ahe had prepared her for the ugly

play on you—furnishing your office without consulting your tastes, but I did want the surprise to be complete—" 'I I love it!” Nan gasped and rosf to turn half from him for a moment so tha* her eyes should not betray her love and despair. “Look how the sunshine pours through these polri gauze curtains! And th. Persian rug is a sinful extravagance—” Morgan laughed, a deep, musical sound that vibrated every nerve in the giri's body. “Whoa! That's my business! Remember, young i lady, the partnership didn’t go into effect until today, and you have no right to challenge any business expert-e of minee incurred previous to that partnership! Seriously. Nan. dear I rouldn't gi’/e you anything but the best. You've earned | it all. and so much more—” He was coming toward her. both hands outstretched, his deep-set black eyes very tender, when again I there was a knock on the door. Lord! Keep me from hating that ! girl!” Nan prayed to herself fervently as she called “Come in!” “Pardon me. Mr. Morgan—” Kathleen O'Hara dimpled and smiled, as if she knew' what those | two had been, up to!—“but District Attorney Brainerd is on the phone.” "Put him on this phone, please,” Morgan told her, seating himself at Nan’s desk. A minute later the i connection was made and almost i at Morgan's first words Nan forgot her own problems and heartaches. She listened avidly until her husband hung up the receiver. non i “T>R.ATNERD wants to talk over j D the Nolan case.” Morgan told 1 her. his eyes twinkling, his lean, austere face flushed w ith triumph. “He's going to move to dismiss i the indictment. I'll bet my best j hat!” Nan crowed. Looks like it,” Morgan grinned. “Knows he'll lose the second trial. You were right about tipping off the press to some of the new evidence we uncovered. He can brag in his next campaign speech how he saved the state the heavy cost of a second trial by having the indictment dismissed. I told him I'd be there in ten minutes—” “Oh:” Nan could not restrain the little wail of disappointment, but she recovered quickly. “Good luck —John. I did want to go over the | Blackhull case w ith you. find out what you'd learned today, and all j —but that can wait till this evening. can't it!” She wanted him to jeer fondly: i “This evening! Remember, young | lady, this is our wedding day! We're ! going to forget lawyering for one | evening, at least!” But he said nothing of the kind. “Oh. I'll prob- ! ably be back in time to go over the Blackhull case with you. What a i glutton for work you are. anyway!” “And a glutton for love, even if i you don't suspect it. you darling oblivious old goose!” Nan answered in her heart. Aloud she said: “I don't think 111 be here when you get back—John.” How hard it was to say that name! “T thought I'd go out to the house and see that—that everything's in order. I—l'd like to see Curtis, to. before—before—" "A good idea!” Morgan agreed heartily, but the flush deepened on his lean fare. He did not kiss her goodby. But he was so used to her in the offices, so accustomed to coming and going : that it would have seemed queer to give her his first kiss there. Nan argued with her despairing heart. And after all. this was a business j office, no place for lovemaking. But he'd kissed Iris in his office. She'd seen him—a score of times. "Stop it. Nan Carroll!” Nan com-

business at hand. Tony stiffened, her head jerking high as it always did in crises. The blue-diamond eyes stared with horror at the old woman, shaking and nodding in her rocking chair. Then her head turned stuffiy to stare at Crystal. Crystal nodded, and then Tony knew all that she could have told her. May we see Callie. Mrs. Barrett?” It was Ton;, who spoke, and now there was pity instead of horror in the blue eyes. “Reckon ye can. if ye’ve got the strength to shove open that there door." and Mrs. Barrett pointed a puffed, brown old finger. “Reckon she's asleep, though, or she'd a-been out here sickin’ the dogs on ye. We don't want no high-and-mighty sassiety gals nosin’ around in our affairs. We ain't on charity yit. though the Lord knows what we ll come to. Go along in. Reckon she won't do wuss'n order ye out.” Tony led the way. opening the door softly, closing it very gently behind herself and Crystal. On a scarred white-painted iron bed, in a welter of patchwork quilts, lay a girl asleep, her breath coming stentorously threfugh her slightly opened mouth. ITo Be Continued!

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manded herself angrily, forgetting for a moment that she was now' Nan Morgan and not Nan Carroll. "You’ll drive yourself crazy if you're going to keep torturing yourself with comparisons of his attitude to you and to Iris. He divorced her of his own free will and accord and married you. You are his wife now. not Iris!” Before living the office she gathered up the typed sheets of David Blackhull's story, thrust them into the fine, flexible leather briefcase that she had found among her new possessions that morning. Stamped in gold on the front was her new' •name. “Mrs. J. C. Morgan." Howsure he had been that she would go through with the marriage! And what a lot of planning he had done to prepare these wedding gifts for her. Gratitude and love —untainted for the moment by jealousy and foreboding—surged through her heart. As she bade Kathleen O’Hara goodby for the day. Nan looked the happy. beloved bride that they all—even Evans and Blake, who had known Iris—believed her to be. n n n CtURTIS. playing on the lawn A with Cop, who had grown into an enormous police dog, and Little Pat” OBrien. saw' Nan as she turned up the flagstone path to the house. “Hi. Nan! Your trunk's here! Listen. Nan. are you going to stay all night? Maude and Estelle wouldn't tell me. They said so ask you.” He flung himself upon her, almost strangling her with the vehemence of his embrace. "Are vou Nan? Are you? Hi! Look at Cop! He wants to shake hands with you, Nan!" Curtis, feeling himself almost grown up at 7. had long since discarded the humiliating, nursemaid nickname of "Nana” with which Iris had taught him, when he was 3 years old. to address his father's secretary. Nan knelt and held him close to her heart, regardless of neighbors or servants who might be watching. Tears welled in her eyes as she looked him over proudly, with as much love—she thought—as if he were her own April and blood. He was a very different child from the spoiled, anemic little boy that Iris Morgan bad deserted nine months ago. His cheeks had filled out. there was astonishing strength in the round arms that clung to her so tightly. “Listen. Nan!” he plunged on breathlessly, without waiting for an answer to his other importunate question. “You knoiv what? We had physical ’zamination today, and yon know what? ... I got A-plus! Honest! The doctor said my weight wa-s just right, and my hema —hema-glo-bin—l can spril it, too! —w : as 94. little Pat's hema-glo-bin is 98. but I betcha mln'll be about 150 by next term. You are going to stay all night, aren't you, Nan? Can I sleep with you?” Little Pat, yvho had draw'n near, let out a w'arwhoop of delight at that innocent question of Curtis’, but there was no smile on Nan s face. “Gee, Nan. you're red as a beet!’ Curtis informed her. “I am going to stay all night, and as many more nights as you want me. Curtis,” Nan said in a, low' voice, as she gently released the boy's arms from about her neck. “Hi. Pat! Nan's going to stay all the time at my house!” Curtis shrieked and tore across the lawn to his chum, followed by a madly excited police dog. Nan walked slowly up the path to the front, veranda and, without ringing the door bell, stepped through an open French window into the drawing room. Her eyes flew' to the fireplace. Estelle had lost no time. Nan could imagine with what malicious pleasure the maid, who adored her and despised the house's former mistress, had yanked down the life-size portrait of Iris Morgan which had dominated the drawing room, the w-hole house, even the life of John Curtis Morgan. a a a BUT Nan, at the banishment of her rival’s portrait, felt no re-lief-only dismay. For the picture was more conspicuous by its absence than it could have been by its presence. It had left as ineradicable a mark on the wall as it had upon Morgan’s heart. Where the picture had hung there was now r a great rectangle of paper many shades darker than that of the surrounding space. Nan stood staring helplessly at the spot where the picture had hung. What could she do? If John came home to find that dark, blank space where he had been accustomed to seeing almost incredible beauty, would the terrible thought occur to him that Nan, in banishing his former wife’s picture, was trying as crudely to banish her from his heart? And would he be forced to face the fact that his heart was as empty without Iris as that blank space above the fireplace? Nan cast desperately about for a solution. No. there was no other picture in the house anywhere near large enough to fit the space. No piece of tapestry large enough or worthy to fill so conspicuous a place. No time to have the room redecorated or to purchase a picture before John came home. iTo Be Continued i

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