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CHAPTER XXXIX (Continued) He took a quick step forward, leaned down and pressed his lips hard against her. An encircle arm prevented her from pulling away. She said a number of things while he held her. Bob mentally closed his ears. But he didn't breathe freely until he felt that her struggle to release herself was lessening and saw that she was, actually, on the verge of tears. “Don't fight me dear,” he pleaded. “You’re mine, Helen. Don’t you know’ that?” Helen dropped her head to his shoulder and he held her tight for the precious moments of her surrender. They did not. of their free wills, break it up. Mrs. Wethering came In to say that Helen was wanted on the telephone. The cell was from Mrs. Ennis. ‘‘She said it is something very imp rtant,” the housekeeper announced. CHAPTER XL HELEN ran to the telephone. Mrs. Ennis would not cal! her on a trivial matter, she knew. It must concern Eva. “This is Miss Nellin—Helen,” she cried when she picked up the receiver. What is it, Mrs. Ennis?” The voice that came back to her In answer was fraught with fear. “Is Bob there?” it asked. “Yes. yes." Helen said. “Do you Hr?nt to talk with him?” “Please.” The voice was growing fn’nter. “It is your mother,” Helen looked up at Bob, who had followed close upon her exit from the breakfast room, and her expression frightened him. “What is it?” he asked hoarsely. Helen did no' answer and he repeated the question over the wire. “What's wrong, mother?” “Oh, come home son, at once,” she entreated him. “I don't know what's the matter with Eva. She is . . she is . . “I’ll be there right away.” Bob Jumped up, not stopping even to put the receiver back on the hook. “We’ll take my car; it’s faster,” Helen said, hastening along side him “Mine’s at the door,” Bob reminded her. “So is mine. I was going to drive over and find out why Eva w T ent home so early this morning.” True, the car was at the door. They lost not an unnecessary second in getting it started and headed toward the highway. Helen had taken the wheel because she felt Bob might think too much of her safety to drive as fast as he’d have dared alone. Knowing every foot of the road gave Helen supreme confidence Where the traffic lights were stationed she slewed up just enough to see if the road was clear, then she shot across, red or green. In her mind and in Bob’s was the same thought. Eva was desperate. No one could tell what she would do. Her quiet, sweet exterior covered. both knew, a temperamental fire. It was reveale,d in her music, in all that she did and said that was of herself and did not touch intimately upon the rest of the world. Suddenly, a few blocks away from the house. Helen brought the car to a full stop. She was white and shaking. "I can't drive the rest of the way,” she said. “It . . . it’s tea terrible.” a a a SHE did not say all that was in her mind; did not tell the distraught brother how ghastly it seemed to her that they should have mended their broken love affair as a result of Eva’s disillusionment. Bob raised himself while Helen slid over into his seat. He had no time to get out and go around the car As he slipped under the wheel Helen put her hands to her face and held them there until his home was reached. She could not bear the thought that she had been partly to blame for whatever had happened. She wanted to shut out the vision of Brent’s evilly handsome face. Why hadn’t she broken w’ith hiifi altogether when she discovered what a promiscuous sort he was? His life had been filled with women.

She had knowrn it, and yet believed that he could remain true in love. But that day in his apartment—w'hen she had seen for herself how he behaved w'hen he thought himself engaged to her—that day she should have cut with him finally. It might have brought matters to a crisis earlier—he might have done something that would have caused her to speak of him to Eva, to reveal him to the girl in his true light before this. So ran her thoughts—thoughts that w r ere hard to bear in connection with possible harm to Eva. They hurried into the house— Bob had his key ready for the lock the instant they reached the dear—and were greeted at once by a call from upstairs. “Is that you Bob? Oh, hurry! hurry!” It was his mother, frantic and for some reason unable to come down to them. Bob took the stairs three at a time, forgetful of Helen. She stood for a while with her fingertips pressed tightly to her lips, then, unable to bear longer the strain of uncertainty, followed him. He was at Eva’s door, pleading with her to open it- His mother was on her knees, her face in her apron, sobbing brokenly. Helen went to her. knelt beside her and drew her close. Bob put his shoulder to the pine panels. “For God’s sake, unlock the door, Eva,” he implored. “I’m going to break it open.” There was no answer. Bob drew off and rammed with the full force of his strength. There was a cracking sound, a slight yielding of the flimsy lock. Again he made the door the butt of a powerful attack, and this time the panel gave away. Through the splintered opening he thrust an arm and turned the key in the lock on the inside. His mother, whom Helen had pulled to her feet, pushed in behind him. There had not been a sound from Eva until then. They saw her, sitting drawn up in a heap on her bed, her hair disordered and her eyes staring at them in fixed terror- One arm was flung up against her forehead and in her hand was a small bottle. She shrieked as they ran toward her, and attempted to put the bottle to her lips. Bob leaped the few remaining steps and snatched it away from her. Her mother sank down upon the side of the bed moaning: “Eva, Eva.” a so EVA saw the bottle fly from Bob’s hand and attempted to spring off the bed and reach for it. He grabbed her and she turned upon him like a wild animal at bay. She seemed possessed of seven devils, fighting, shrieking, even scratching and biting. Helen slipped forward and picked up the bottle. Eva had not noticed her until then. Helen rushed out of the room to empty the contents of, the bottle in the bathroom. As Eva saw her disappear through the doorway she became limp in Bob’s arms. Her breath escaped in a long, convulsive sigh. She lay still—like a broken toy—a doll with the sawdust poured outBob was shaking like a leaf as he let her down upon her pillows. “She’s fainted, mom,” he said pitifully. Mrs. Ennis roused herself to meet the emergency, forcing aside the weakness of fright that had overcome her. Helen had presence of mind enough to fetch a glass of water back with her. With this they bathed Eva’s marble-white face and cold wrists. "We must have a doctor,” Bob cried frantically as she failed to respond to their treatment. “Oh try a little harder,” Helen begged. “She couldn’t bear any more interference. Here, put the pillow under her feet. There, let her head down flat. Rub her hands, hard.” As she spoke she was working like mad over the unconscious girl, pushing Bob aside and taking command in consequence of being the coolest of the three-

—By Williams

Presently, when even she was about to despair of bringing Eva to her senses, she heard a fluttering breath pass her lips, saw her eyelids flicker and her lips move. “Eva, Eva dear,” she cried, but before Eva opened her eyes she stepped away and let Eva’s glance fall upon her mother. For a moment Eva lay in tortured silence, her eyes moving searchingly, questioningly, over her mother’s worn countenance. “Oh, mama, mama,” she cried at last, reaching up her arms to be taken to her mother’s bosom. When she lay enfolded there she was too exhausted, too beaten, to weep. Her eyelids drooped as do those of a tired child. She whimpered and her mother laid a cheek to her lips. “What is it, baby?" 3he said softly, coaxingly. “My poor little chickadee, my little wee one.” Helen and Bob stole quietly out of the room. “Forgive me, mama darling.” Eva whispered, louder now. “I couldn’t stand it ... I loved him with all my heart.” u u a TIER mother held her tighter, pressing her cheek in a caressing movement against the silky blond hair, saying nothing, waiting for the confidence she’d prayed her girl would give her“l can’t live without him,” Eva went on, clinging closer, hurting with her slender fingers. “I want him and . . . and he isn’t for me. He never was for me. I know it. Bob says he is going to marry Helen —Helen, my dearest friend—oh, I’ll hate her—l can’t help it. I can’t help anything. I can’t stand it. I can’t! I I can’t!” She was growing hysterical. “Hush, hush dear,” Mrs. Ennis pleaded. “You have frightened me nearly to death. Please, dear, don’t make me suffer any more ” For Eva’s ow’n sake she was appealing to her sympathy, knowing, as she did, the surest way to rule the girl. Eva’s mounting emotion subsided short of a complete lack of self-con-trol. She began to cry normally, wholesomely—as Mrs. Ennis put it to herself. For uncounted moments she cried and cried, with her mother making soothing noises over her, but offering no word to distract her from the relief of tears. Helen and Bob w'aited downstairs. They had much to say to each other, but neither could put it into words w’ith the weight of Eva’s so nearly tragic fate hanging over them. They stood by a window, watching the scurrying leaves in the bit of restricted garden at the side of the house. Bob’s arm was about Helen. She leaned against him and lost herself in the wonder of their love. (To Be Continued)

THE RETURN OF TARZAN

As the dark waters closed above Tarzan, on this same ocean two ships were headed for Africa. One was a French cruiser. On it his irie>d d’Amot was an officer. The other, a luxurious private yacht, carried the guests of an English lord, among them the lovely American girl, Jane Porter, and her father.

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—By Martin

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