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tug in- h vrrrvrn JOHN CCRTJS MORGAN. is <t*s*r *<l b- h-- *;}*. IRIS MORGAN. Bh* *.op*s With RFPT CRAWFORD for wheat Morgan h rec* eq . tai. though Morgan no*' not suspect Crawford. NAN CARROLL, Morgan's -cretary, is in love with him J bv elevrriv for-sr.g him into his .mc. him from utter despair after Irl= departure For ox month: hr arts as long-dis-tance housekeeper for him. 'inning tbe and Curtis pases hr bar rxamir.atior and Morgan take: her ir.to the firm a v Junior pr‘n*r H' tells her hr Is divorcing Iris at.d begs her to marry him. She accept*. Their fames: marriage continues for three month'. ■ hen Nan decides *he "Will ha'e to lea*-* Th* next morning Iris. deser*d b Crav ford, return:. Sh* f'ign* fun*' in an eflor* to bring Mor- . ■ tarn bn to right and has the doctor remove Iris to a hospital Curtis is hostile to Nan at dinner and Morgan send him to his room. He •el's N*i he i iji ha-r to do something .or Iris and propose a monthh allowance. Nan goes to tel! Curtis good night. He ash: her if it is rtu* *h.e won't !*' his mother come hom* She tells him It la against the ]•• for a man to have two wives. NOW GO ON WITH TIIL STORE CHAPTER XXXIX 'Continued; "You may try with all your might, for jou'll have the materials and the plans to work from, - ’ Nan laughed, and pushed down an uncomfortable feeling of shame. This was the first time she had ever tried to bribe the child. Was she stooping to Iris’ methods? "Now shall I tell you just how the Wright brothers set about building their first plane?'’ She perched on th* side of his bed. but still refrained from touching the boy. who listened with growing eagerness, the hostile gleam slowly dving out of his eyes. She had her reward when, the exciting *alc finished, his hot. little hand inched shyly toward hers. Suddenly the fingers closed convulsively over hers. “It ain't—l mean, it isn’t true, fr it. Nan. that you won’t let my mother come home?'' Nan's heart stood still for an instant. What could she say? Was he old enough to be told a part of the truth? No matter. . . . She could not lie to him. "Curtis, darling. Nan can't explain all the reasons, but your father can't have two wives. It—it’s against the law. So you see, dear, if your mother comes back, Nan will have to leave." The black eyes widened in bewilderment. and the beautiful, curly mouth, so like Iris,’ trembled. "But I want both of you. and I bet Father does, too," Curtis insisted stubbornly. “It’s a silly old law. . . . Listen. Nan. did Mother know about that old law before—before she went aw*ay*?” CHAPTER XL **T T EAVEN knows," Nan Morgan ■TT reflected despairingly. "It would be hard enough to be a second wife under any circumstances, but to be called upon to explain and Justify one's status to the 7-year-old child of the first, wife . . .’’ But the boy's eyes were fixed upon her. in an inexorable, unchildlike demand for an answer to his question. By simply answering "Yes,” Van knew she could win the first akirmish in the battle between herself and Iris for the loyalty of the child. For he was just and leg- ,, cal beyond his years. And the answer would be the simple truth. Iris had known that she was giving John Curtis Morgan his freedom to marrv again when she deserted him. But somehow* she could not fight that way. In later years Curtis could not truthfully say that, his stepmother had destroyed his ideal of his mother. Ts it were to be destroyed. Iris herself must be the destroyer . . . And so Nan answered: “I don't think your mother thought about the law when she went away, daxling. But you see your father didn’t know* she was ever coming back—" Her voice choked on a sob. That w*as true, true! If he had

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"I want to go to work, Pat,’’ Tony answered her father’s question with deadly earnestness. ‘ You mean—flying?” Pat, gasped. "Now look here, Tony! I've been an easy mark all your life. You've been able to wrap me around your little finger—” “And how you've loved it!” Tony reminded him. ‘ Please don't get heavy and parental now, Pat!” It's awful serious with me. If I don’t do something useful with my life, I may beeome another cropper—” "Just what are your plans, if I may ask?” Pat demanded with a sarcasm that did not hide his fear and pain. "Nothing very definite yet. darling. You see, I’ve only known since this morning that I'm free! "So you want to celebrate by breaking your neck, do you?” her father growled. "I wish to God I'd never given you that blasted plane—” "But you did, darling, and I can't keep it in its hangar, eating its head off.” Tony reminded him. "And you know darned well you are as proud as Punch of my enduranceflight record. "I'd rather thought of going in with Sandy, in his passenger service, at least until he has to give it up tc be a pilot for the new air route between New York and Los Angeles. Bet I'd make a lot of money, too.” she boasted. "Guess I've proved I'm a swell pilot.” A sudden thought seemed to give Pat new hope. "Have you talked this over with Sandy yet?” Tony saw the drift, and laughed. "No. but I will before you can get to him and make him promise not to take me on as a partner!” "Bri. he won't do it,” Pat exalted "Why?” Tony was indignant. "Well, young men in love with girls don’t exactly relish the idea of their getting smashed up,” Pat pointed out. "In love?” Tony tried hard to keep indignation in her voice, but her eyes blazed with joy and hope. "I'd like to know why you think Sandy Ross is in love with me, Pat And how she would like - *1

had the faintest hope, he would never have married again. "And so he married me. Curtis, because he thought you both needed me." Curtis nodded forlornly. “I told him to," he admitted slowly. "And I was awful glad when you came to live with us. But now my real mother’s come back. . . ."He was obviously wrestling with the problem. Nan’s heart ached with pity as she watched him. Finally he drew a deep, quivering breath, then blurted out: "Mother said I'd have to choose between you and her. Nan. Did she mean you'd go and she'd come back, if I—if I said so?" Nans impulse—the quick demand of her pride—was to stake everything then and there on the boy's choice. She couldn't stay where she was not wanted! But as 'he hot little fingers gripped her hand they sent an imperative message to her brain. The boy was feverish. In one brief visit Iris had done that to him, by feeding him all the chocolates he could stuff. Biting her tongue to hold back a too hasty answer the girl studied the chiid. placing a mental picture of him as he had been a year ago beside the boy he had become Eince she had been in charge of his life. The Curtis of a year ago had been thin, anemic, neurotic: lonely, wistfully unhappy, violent of temper. The product of more than six years of Iris Morgan's mothering. In less than one year she —Nan —load changed that Curtis into a sturdy healthy, happy, obedient little boy. beautifully adjusted to school and home life. Did she have the right to abandon him now? Him, and t.he father who had needed her just as sorely and profited as obviously under her care? nun w 7*ERY slowly and carefully she answered: "No, Curtis. Your mother didn't mean that you could choose whether I went away and she came back. I am your father’s Wife now, you know*, and unless he wants me to go, I must stay and—and make you both as happy as I possibly can." "Oh!” Curtis said, drawing the syllable out very long. Then, very slowly: "I'm glad I don’t have to choose. Nan, 'cause—’cause I want you and mother both. If father wants you to stay, I can see mother lots anyway, can't I, Nan? I think she'd feel batl if I didn’t,” he explained, as if fearful of hurting Nan's feelings. Tears gushed into the girl’s eyes. Blinking at them, she stooped swift.ly and kissed him with a fierceness that embarrassed, while it pleased him. "You do love. Nan, don’t you, darling?” she begged, pride comOletely routed for the moment. “Sure I do!” Curtis answered, with masculine brusqueness. “And I love my mother, too. I guess I love you both nearly the same. A kid has to love his own mother the best, don’t he? —I mean, doesn’t he?” The child’s preoccupation with grammar in face of the tremendous issues involved struck Nan as irresistibly funny. She was laughing almost hysterically as she tucked the covers about him and gave him a good-night kiss. “Good night. Nan." he murmured, suddenly drowsy. “Listen. Nan! If you were my real mother, I’d love you best,—lots the best. But— ’’ Conscientiousness, loyalty and grieved bewilderment gave up the battle then, routed by sleep. Nan stood looking down upon him for a long minute, and there was no laughter in her heart or eyes. Then she tiptoed from the room, her load of despair a little lighter. That naive confession of Curtis' had

"Why, hasn’t he mentioned it yet?” Pat pretended great surprise. "That's a bad oversight on his part, I rmist say. Probably thinks you know r it as well as every one else. Os course, I know you don't care a hoot about Sandy, in that way—” "Oh, Pat, don’t joke about it!” Tony cried, and tumbled off the arm of his chair into his lap. ‘T love him so much I can’t bear for even you to talk about it lightly. But he’s never said a word, hasn’t even kissed me since we were kids —and I’m afraid I did the kissing then, not Sandy—” "I’m not joking honey,” Pat assured her huskily. "I'd rather you married Sandy than any man in the world, and it's been torment seeing you mixed up with a nogood heartbreaker like Dick Talbot, when a real man like Sandy Ross was waiting till you got over your foolishness— ’’ "But—how am I going to make Sandy say something?” Tony wailed. (To Be Continued)

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j crystallized her indecision —turned lit into firm determination. She I would fight Irish Morgan to the last ' ditch. .Iris was poison for the man and the child. No matter if they cried for that sugar-coated poison it was her duty to protect them. Standing in the middle of her room Nan Morgan cried out to the God she sc surely needed: “Dear God. help me to win—for their i stakes! You know* it isn’t because I'm in love with John Curtis Morgan that I want to hold him against Iris. Os course. I love him with all my heart, but if it. were for his good, I would leave him tonight. You know I'm sinfully proud, that if I listened to my pride. I'd make him choose between us this minute. But. ch. dear God. he needs me. and the child needs me. Help me to humble my pride, so that I can fight the harder. Help me to win.” B B B HER heart was almost at peace when she crept into bed. Both her doors were unlocked. Her husband could come to her, if he 1 wishec. But she did not listen for j his footsteps, for she was sure that !he would not come. Because bitter- ; ness had melted out of her heart she was able to put herself in his | place that night. She felt the grief I and pain he must be suffering. Rei coiled from the thought of lovemaking. even of seeking comfort, just as he must be recoiling. Poor John! Poor, torn victim of a passion he had thought dead, and of a love that wa-s still too new and | delicate to weather the storm of that fierce, reviving passion for a woman who w*as unworthy but incredibly desirable. Poor John! She could almost hear him groan: “God forgive me. for I love two women ” That night Nan wept for him, rather than for herself, and so heal- ! ing was the temporary forgetfulness of self that soon she slept, and the netx morning felt more lighthearted and strong than she had ever hoped to feel again. She needed courage and strength to carry* her through the days that followed immediately upon Iris Morgan's return. Her husband w*as a stricken man. though he tried, | with obvious and heartbreaking | conscientiousness, to present a nor- ' mally* cheerful face to his family | and to his downtown w*orld. He I was pathetically grateful for Nan's 1 quiet acceptance of his moodiness, I and, she believed, for her unmisI takablv firm “Good night” in the ! drawing room each evening. Somej times, w*hen she was thus making j it clear that she did not expect him | to play the lover or husband -while ! his heart w*as a battleground, his | eyes met hers with wistful quesi tioning. as if they w*ere mutely askj ing: “Do you really understand and | forgive me, Nan? Do you see how* iit is with me? Don’t you know | that I love you. too, but that. I can’t come to you just yet?” And her own round, childish but wise eyes told him: "I do understand. Don’t you worry* y*our dear ; head about me now. But love me as much as you can.” Two days after Iris’ return John Curtis Morgan presented his legal wife with a smart little coupe, explaining awkwardly: “A prosperous firm like ours ought to be able to afford two cars, don’t you think? I want you to feel free to come and go as you please, without bothering about how I’m going to get around.” As she thanked him. Nan’s heart contracted sharply. Was the car a clumsy attempt at peacemaking? | Surely* he did not think he had to I bribe her to be patient and cheer - ! ful! Then she dismissed the suspij cion as unw*orthy of both of them, i The car would be a great convenience. It would permit her to stay at home later in the mornings, so that she could put a greater emphasis upon her housekeeping and home-making. Another weapon against Iris, who had not cared enough to turn the house into a home. Os course, she w*ouid miss those companionable trips downtown together. Nan reflected ruefully, but these last tw*o days they had been a strain upon both of them. Was that, possibly, the reason he had contrived to make them unnecessary*? B B tt FOR four days father and son made afternoon trips to the hos- ' pital to see the woman who had deserted them and who had now flung herself upon their mercy. Auer that first day those trips were not mentioned. Not even Curtis referred to them, but each evening he had no appetite for his dinner, and Nan realized helplessly, that Iris was stuffing him with unwholesome sweets. And she could not forbid him to accept. She could imagine the boy’s quick retort. “I guess my own mother knows what’s good for me!” No; her hands were tied. The fourth day after Iris’ return was Christmas eve. Nan had bought | an elaborate carpentering outfit for i Curtis, as well as all the materials ' he would need in constructing a toy | airplane. His father had consulted ; her anxiously as to the advisability of giving the boy a bicycle. (To Be Continued)

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