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CHAPTER XXXIII (Continued) Then his sister turned to introduce him to Shallimar and he had to tear his eyes away from the girl whose image had filled his heart with longing through many sleepless nights. Shallimar decided at once to captivate him. Her smile, as shq. flashed it for his approval from her white teeth and slumberous eyes—with their tantalizing suggestion of hidden fires —was dazzling. Bob’s reaction to it was the normal one of the average male. Or rather of the male already deeply enamored of another woman. He thought Shallimar stunning, without feeling at all personal toward her. But the admiration she stirred in him did not pass unnoticed by Helen. A tiny fire of jealousy was instantly kindled. But of course, all men would admire Shallimar —or any attractive girl—she told herself fiercely. It was to be expected. The thought brought to her mind a picture of Leonard Brent smiling at her over the luncheon table, amused by her immature views of life. “All men aren’t alike,” she denied to the memory of his worldly declarations. “What do you do. work?” Shallimar was saying to Bob. “Day and night,” he answered. Shallimar accepted the remark as a challenge, and Helen, looking at her, wondered if all women scorned really were dangerous. Shallimar’s next words wore in the affirmative. CHAPTER XXXIV “TjUT you haven't been doing it 15 long.” Shallimar vouched, “since, if you won't murder me for being so unoriginal—all work and no play, and all that, y’know.” “Practically all my life," Bob told her, ignoring the compliment. Shallimar was not yet. stopped. “My, how exceedingly difficult it must be to dim your light,” she came back without pause. “I envy you, boy. I can't do without a little play. Know any playgrounds?” Bob look around at Helen, and was about to ask what was wrong with Bramblewood when he remembered Helen’s recent bereavement. At least he was old-fashioned enough to consider it recent to respect Helen for not forgetting it in what might have been, had she : wished, a continuous round of pelasures. v “How should I know—when I don't play?" he evaded. “We might, if we could drop Helen at home and borrow her car.. find a few —anyway one,” Shallimar replied, delighting in Bob’s growing j embarrassment and his attempt to sidestep her. Eva barely suppressed a gasp, but | Helen managed a laugh. “Why. of course. I'll be glad to let you take j the car. since I can't go with you.” she said, adding to herself: "If he takes her out in mv car I’ll never speak to him again!” It must be a favorite sport of the gods to set people at cross purposes, especially people who love each other. Such people take all trifles j that touch upon their relations with one another with a seriousness that often spells the doom of their happiness. This was such an instance, j “So you don't care," Bob thought. “Bob has a car of his own,” Eva said snappishly. “I couldn't ask Miss Morris to ride in that.” Bob said with far more disdain for his lowly possession than he felt. Helen flushed, remembering the ride they'd had in that same car just the night before. He had seemed to think it good enough for her. And it had been a lovely ride. “Well, come along. I've something to do at Bramblewood.” she said. "See you tomorrow. Eva?” Eva turned her head away. Sharply it might have seemed had any one been tranquil enough to notice. “Not tomorrow. Helen.” she answered evasively: “unless you want me to run in after dinner. I'm going down to New York.” "Again?” It was Bob who asked, and hi? face had sobered considerably. mam ETA’S answer was uneasy. “Yes,” ehe said. "I .. . I ... you know I should have a lesson every day.' Her voice, too high and too false. t

I for the mere answering of a simple query, further troubled her brother. But he did not say anything more to her, for at that moment their mother came into the living room. Helen went over and kissed her, an act at which Shallimar stared in amazement. Helen, who never had been demonstrative or . . . well! Shallimar wanted to laugh on a sudden thought, but there was not excuse for visible mirth at the moment. “That’s a line,” she commented to herself. “Sorry, old dear,” flinging a mental challenge to Helen. “I see why little Eva. Well, she keeps her men who holds them. Mother stuff!” Shallimar never snorted, i?ut she came close to it at that moment. "She must think the kid has a mother complex. Well, something different on my hook, baby lamb. Something hotter.” It did not even occur to her that Helen was indulging a starved desire for mother love. Neither did it occur to her that there was any reason v<uy she should not want a man that Helen was interested in. To Shallimar each person was an individual. The strings that a man might attach to himself were for him to consider, not for her to concern herself with. She felt a right to have whatever she could take. Why look at a man as anything but a free agent? It wasn't fair to the man. Why say to him: “You poor devil, remember your shackles?” Why not help him to forget them, so long as all the world knows that a man can not be made to forget that which fills his heart? It wasn’t honor, it wasn’t responsibility, it wasn't anything but love that had made the man she wanted marry the other girl, Shallimar knew. What she had resented was his suggestion that she could keep on trying to make him fall in love with her, regardless of his marriage. She was furious because she had failed. Had she met him after his marriage it would not have hindered her hunting, but her pride was wounded and she vowed she was through with him. M M M 808. however, was new game. “Won't you all stay for coffee and a bite to eat?” Mrs. Ennis invited. “Bob and T have a date,” Shallimar declined, purposely using his shortened name to give them all a bump. Mrs. Ennis looked questioningly at her son. He avoided her eyes. "Good night,” Eva said abruptly, and edged out of the room. She did not want to talk with her mother tonight. There was that unfinished scene of the afternoon, following upon her return from the city. She did not care to renew it. “What is the matter with you. Eva?” She dreaded those words. As though one could not claim the right to hide pain, let it show in the eyes ever so much. “They shouldn’t nag me! They ought to let me alone!” she wailed into her pillow after her mother had knocked on her locked door and. waiting in vain for admittance, had given up and gone on to her own room, her heart heavy with dread. Eva, too. was unhappily abed, dinner dress forgotten, the high heels of her slippers digging perilously into the lace counterpane. Only Shallimar appeared to be having a good time. She sat beside Bob and flirted like mad. But she couldn’t get very far in the car because Bob could not see her and her strength lay in her looks. She tried other things, but he did not respond. When she leaned on him he leaned away. When she asked if he could drive with one hand he said no. Shallimar was not coy and Bob was not 'complex. Which made it all the more dangerous for him had he but known it. For coyness is never subtle, and from subtlety the simple person can not escape unless he is too simple to get caught in it. “You must know of some place where we can dance.” Shallimar said in a way that would have made Bob feel like a boy scout to deny it. "Are you particular?” he asked, thinking of a roadhouse a few miles -head of them. There was another

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one beyond it, but checks were paid there with hundred-dollar bills. Bob smiled to think of himself passing out hundred-dollar bills to a waiter. tt a a “T THINK I’ve heard that MonX tanya Malone is hereabouts making whopee,” Shallimar said. “I like her stuff, if that’s an answer.” “Not for me,” Bob promptly replied; "I’ve got to W'in a few law rsuits first.” "I’ll give you my first divorce,” Shallimar promised. “I’m not so lousy—don’t you love that word with money myself. Got to collect a few alimony checks.” "I'm not going in for divorce cases,” Bob said disapprovingly. • Shallimar laughed. “Well, it’s not your future that interests me so much, dear one, as the feeling I have that you’re a marvelous dancer. Come on. “This is a cheap place,” Bob warned her when they drove up to their destination. “No mind. I won’t see anything but you.” Bob was not taking her at all seriously. But a little later, when she was cradled against him on the dance floor he could not take her lightly. She was an entrancing creature, alluring with a nameless promise. He had no desire to find out what it was, but it pleased him, since it had fallen to his lot to take a girl out just to spite Helen—at least he hoped it would spite her—that she should be attractice. It made it easier. For it wasn't pleasant thing to be doing. Childish, he told himself. But what the devil? Helen, with her quirky ideas might get a noble reaction out of it and hope he would fall sincerely in love with her friend. What about this girl he was dancing with? Couldn’t he learn to love her? He was too wise to think she’d fallen very hard for him simply because she flirted with him. But what if he tried to make her be serious? It would be a release from his maddening ache for Helen if he could start something with Shallimar. Why couldn't it be done? But he’d play clean. "What’s that funny name Helen called you?” he said, bending his head closer to her ear. “It’s a beautiful name. Shallimar.” “Shallimar." Bob repeated it, but he was thinking: “Why did Helen come over tonight? Fool! To bring Eva home, of course. Probably didn’t expect to meet me. And maybe she didn't care. . . . don’t belittle her . . . you know she cares, but she’s quitting. She couldn't quit if she cared enough . . . she’d see what a rotten deal she’s handing everybody, the other fellow included. Well, here's where I find out if I’m chained hand and foot to a hopeless passion.” %> (To Be Continued)

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