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mis h<- HArn m n Becaust *t>* t. in lo’ r ith hrr cm-p,->-er. JOHN CURTIS MORGAN. ,cc**;ftll *i. NAN CARROLI sr•'•nr decide • • - . 3 h - linger j-.' icrr *he ■' learn* Morgan i: to erfftid a viw-rt frier.n RFR'I CRAWFORD. MORGAN in; Vr?. ’ ford' . accjlttal and Ira' r 'oin at once. IRIS. Morgan’s •> ifr folio- tio -1- . •• riling oaclc lo Morgan Iliß’ sir ill nr - rr re- ; ;rn. She clffiT omit reference to Crawford. -Iwm Morgan trust; im- * pllcttl- . ~ Nan v ' Morg.. .roin dr:,pair b\ forcing him more deepl- into hi work. For I. month:, rile „ct „ - long-dit-tance hou.'keeper tot him. winning thr ice of little CURTIS hi! on. and bringing comfort to a man who Ironical)- think ui another Morgan finally .-.tutter a proposal, and after a auirt eddlng. the are cretcntrd from going on their hone - moon o; nr unexpected arm. al of a pleading client Nan urge- Morgan to *tav with thr case. lor three months Uirlr farcical marriage continue Nar, is on the • erge Os despair. Sim decide! to lea-e but Morgan find iier packing He confesses hr ad ore- her hut has be.ie'ed ahe married him out. of pltv. She confesses she thought the ghost of Iris l as forcer between them. The nest momleg. while the- are at breakfast. Iris returns. NOW f.o ON UIIH THr STORY CHAPTER XXXV •Continued* STELLE found her landing on A-e the last, step of the stairs—a Tuff. white-faced, blind-eyed little thing. ‘ Plca.se, ma'am. ’ Estelle whispered, coming close enough to touch Nan’s loosely clasped, cold hands. ‘The mister sent me to find you. He • ants you in—there," and she jerked her head toward the dining room. 'Listen, ma’am; don't you let her get away with nothing! Stand up for your rights. Miss Nan! You re his wife now, and she ain't got no more right in thus house than—than a cockroach! Don't you take a b ord offen her, Miss Nan—" Blmdly, but with odd dignity. Nan made a slight gesture of dismissal toward the maid, then walked ith stiff jerkiness toward the din- . • g room door. Her groping hand found the knob, was about to turn it. before Estelle's words penetrated into her dazed mind. ‘‘You're his w ife now,—” She passed an uncertain hand before her eyes as if to dispel the mists through which she had been moving. Os course! What a fool she was to be so frightened! She was John Curtis Morgan's wife! Estelle, watching from the stairs, saw the little brown head go up. the •lim, boyish shoulders straighten, before Nan turned the knob. With a sob of relief, the maid darted around the staircase to the kitchen, to pour the latest news bulletin into Maude O'Brien's avid ears. "She's going to fight for her man. Maude God bless her!" Estelle exulted. "Fair knocked her out. it did. I thought for a minute that the poor little dear would pack her things and beat, it. leaving that hell-cat to get her claws into the poor mister again.” "What stumps me.' Maude OBrien marveled, scowling prodigiously and clattering the dishes in the sink to keep her words from penetrating to the dining room, "is w hy the high and mighty Lady Iris rome back? Any one that was blind in one eye and couldn't see out of the other coulda seen she didn't rare a snap of her finger for the poor dear man when she had him—" "Huh!" Estelle snorted, dabbling the tears from her eyes with her apron. "That's don't bother me none. Maude! That crook Crawford that she run off with give her the air—Oh. Lordy! Listen!" she gasped, as a scream rose and rose till it reached nerve-shattering crescendo. then broke abrupty.

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They were talking beneath the clatter of tlie restaurant. Colin Grant saw Crystal's smile and misinterpreted it. angrily. "Oh. you're not in for the story of 'Colin Grant, or From Rags to Riches.' •From Riches to Rags' would be more like it. /■ My family's Ttack Bay Boston.' id all that' that means. Harvard Pill I couldn't stand it any longer ■\nd hit the long trail. Started on nny wav when I was 20. and I've fccen going ever since, except for—a strange interlude.” Crystal had a premonition of what was coming, for a cold hand seemed to close about her heart. "Marriage. I suppose?" she asked w ith assumed carelessness. Colin Grant nodded. "Kid I'd known pretty much all my life and hadn’t paid much attention to till I went home for Christmas the year I was 23. Id been to China and back on a cattle boat: had had a look-in on Kipling's India and found it had never existed or had been press-agented to death. "Well, anyway. I was fairly homesick. and more than a little susceptibcl to pretty things after seeing so much plain and fancy dirt in China and India.” Crystals voice betrayed nothing, it was bright, interested, amused, • And she was very pretty?" ‘ Delectable. Colin Grant grinned wrvlv. with a hint oi old pain. ••Little, soft, delicious—the kind ot girl any. man would describe as a little darling.' I—well. I didn t have a chance. ’ "A chance?” Crystal repeatea mechanicallv. She. who had talked so lightly a minute before of heartbreak ...” "A chance to keep out ol the trap, of course." Colin elucidated. "If I'd had time to think. I’d have known I couldn't make a go oi it Never could stand being tied, trapped in \ one place. Well, when I came out I from under the anesthetic. Id been imaried six months and found I was giving in a house my father had myen us in the Back Bay district. gf*a wedding present. |Bound I was holding down a genI job on the Atlantic Monthly: B hadn't had an idea for a short jgßv since—well, for six months, ■it wild then. but. oh. I assure H. I did it in a nice way! Told Crystal repeated sottSo her name had been Celia, she had been soft and dclip. a little darling.

CHAPTER XXXVI Nan CARROLL MORGAN was not one of those women who thrive on drama. She had never lost her little-girl horror and sick distaste of scenes. Her own wellbred home had been singularly tree of open discord, but once, inadvertently. when she was a'child, she had overheard her mother and father quarreling bitterly. For days her shamed eyes had avoided them, fearful of seeing those two she had idolized in that dreadful state of soul-nakedness to which their quarrel had stripped them. Now, her hand on the knob of the door beyond which an unspeakably shameful scene was being enacted, every ounce of physical courage which the girl possessed had to be desperately summoned before she could force herself to go on. A wave of nausea swept over her. II she had had only herself to consider she would still have done as Estelle had feared—she would have fled the house, leaving Iris in .possession. But, as always, John Curtis Morgan came first. What was it he had said last night?—"l was a slave in bondage—" Could she, whom he had loved as his deliverer, consign him to slavery again? He had said, too, “I hope I shall never see Iris again." Well, now that lie had seen her again. . . But he had sent. Estelle to find her. He needed her. She had never failed him yet. Nan's icy fingers turned the knob slowly, noiselessly, though with no intention of muting her entrance. She forced her eyes to take in every detail of the tableau before her. Morgan standing tall and stiff, his pale face stern and forbidding, but such agony in his deep-set black eyes that Nan could have screamed. Swaying against his stiff body, her hands locked behind his rigidly unbending neck, was an Iris Morgan such as Nan, in her most uncontrolled flights of imagination, could not have pictured. The divorced wife had torn off her hat and thrown aside her fur coat—the same mink coat in which she had gone away to join Bert Crawford. The glorious red-gold hair was in wild disorder, the thick knot on her neck almost shaken free by the violence of her emotion. Before Nan became aware of the w ords Iris w as pouring out upon her former husband, her eyes took in, with curious detachment, the fact that Iris’ normally slender body had become painfully thin. But somehow. subtly, her beauty had fed upon the wasting of her body. Undoubtedly Iris had suffered, and as a result was far lovelier than ever. Even her voice had anew quality, a throb of sincerity in what had formerly been an artificial, beautifully modulated ripple of music. Gradually her words beat into Nan s still half-dazed brain. a a a IT can't be true. Jack. You've said these horrible things to punish me. I'm punished! See! I'm carrying. Jack! Now put jour arms about me. Kiss me! Hold me so tight I can never leave you again! And then tell me—tell me!” With jour hands still locked behind his neck, she tried frantically to shake the rigid figure—“ Tell me you were lying—that you haven’t divorced me and married that girl—” Over the wild disorder of redgold curls Morgan's harassed ej-es caught sight of the small, erect figure of his new wife, waiting before the door she had closed softly

•Yes. Cecia. Pretty name, isn't j it ? Just like her.” Colin agreed. j “Well, I broke the news gently that I’d have to get out of all of it. It i must have been a pretty bad shock to the kid. "Couldn't believe me when I told her to conic along, that I was as crazy about her as ever—rallied a bit. poor kid. and said she was game. Asked for a little time to get ready, and I can laugh now when I remember what she called ‘getting ready.’ "She spent about a thousand dollars on sports clothes, every kind, from Alps-climbing outfits to ‘what the well-dressed bride will wear in 1 the jungle.’ We started out with six trunks. I think it was, and — well, she went back home. “A fairly ghastly three months. , those were, with the poor kid not . having a glimmer of an idea of what I was trying to do. She kept saying. We've had a wonderful vacation now. Colin. Let's go home in time for the winter season. We don't want to miss everything.’ Miss everything!” the man repeated bitterly. "And—then?” Crystal through stiff lips. To Be Continued

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behind her. Nan's wide brown eyes met his steadily, unflinchingly, without question or reproach. As if their aloof gravity had a magic power over him. the man suddenly j raised his hands and tore apart the locked fingers of the woman who was no longer his wife. "Stop, Iris!" his hoarse voice commanded sternly. “I can't have you humiliate j’ourself and me like this. I’ve told you the truth. I'm sorry jou had to learn the truth in this way. If you had written before returning I could have spared you—all this—"So I should have written, should I?" Iris panted, stepping back from him and rubbing the delicate wrists which his repudiating hands had bruised. "As your wife I had a right to return without warning if I pleased. And I am your wife! Do jou think for a minute that I'll let you cast me off like this —V" "It was not I who cast jou off. Iris." he reminded her sternly. “You dissolved our marriage by deserting me. I merely made the divorce legal—” "Legal?" Iris shrilled. "When I had no chance to contest it? I wasn't a lawyer's wife eight years for nothing. Jack Morgan! And I'm a lawyer's wife still! I'll fight you through every court in the land— ’ "Iris, please!" Morgan interrupted sternly, but with a betraying tone of pity in his voice. "I'm more sorry than I can say that you could not be reached before the suit was filed, but I give you my word that it is perfectly legal and that Nan is my lawful wife." "Nan! Nan!” Iris cried, her voice rising on hysterical laughter. “Nan! Oh. oh!" What started as laughter rose and rose until it was a nerveshattering scream. Then, abruptly, when Nan felt that human cars could no longer endure the agony of that dreadful assault, the sound broke off. Iris’ clenched hands, which had been flung above her head, dropped suddenly. wavered. Then, before either Nan or her husband could move to give her help, the tall, fragile body crumpled, fell in a heap at John Curtis Morgan's feet. "Nan! She’s fainted!" Morgan called hoarsely, as he dropped to his knees. "Brandy—quick! The sideboard! I'll carry her into the living room—” Nan was too sick and dazed to obey quickly, but somehow she managed to find the brandy bottle, spilled some into a glass, caught up from the breakfast table her own untouched glass of water, ran with them jerkily, on icy feet. But just on the threshold of the living room she waited involuntarily. Her husband had laid the unconscious body of his former wife upon the big couch and was kneeling beside her, his head, bowed upon her breast, his hands locked above his head in a gesture of such profound despair that Nan's heart cried out in a passionate prayer for unconsciousness for herself. # a * AS if that prayer had reached him, instead of the God to which it had been directed. John Curtis Morgan suddenly raised his head and turned it toward the door where Nan stood. In his eyes was no recognition of the girl as his wife, only a wild urgency. "For God's sake, hurry! I'm afraid she's dead—” Nan stood beside him, watching with that queer grave aloofness which had come upon her, as his shaking hands held the tiny glass of brandy to Iris’ pale, parted lips. She did not speak. What could she possibly say that would help him now? But when Iris’ bronze lashes began to flutter against her almost transparent white cheeks. Nan quietly moved out of range of Iris’ returning vision, took her place at the end of the couch, her grave eyes fixed in an unwinking stare upon her husband's ravaged lace. A white hand rose feebly, wavered, then fluttered to rest upon Morgan's black-and-silver head. "Such a horrid dream, Jack,” a thread of a voice whispered. "I knew all the time I was dreaming, but I couldn't wake myself up. Dear, silly Jack!” The long white fingers rumpled his hair feebly. With a groan of sheer agony the man dropped his head to her breast again. Nan knew he did not even remember that she was there. The thread-like voice went on; "So tired. Jack—so tired! Poor Iris has been awfully sick. Did you know? So sick! Tried to—commit suicide. So sick. Jack! . . . Wanted j’ou. Jack. So lonely. Ashamed to come home —but I did I came heme ’’ The thread spun itself gossamer-fine and broke; the eyelids fluttered down over the bluegreen ej'es. "Oh, my God!” The words were wrung from the man on a sob that shook him. (To Be Continued)

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