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SYNOPSIS When Cvnthia Brown, chorus *!rl. ex•ct double of E>enor Bnver. heiress, in whose place she is posin* as the bride of Dean Carev. returned to Dean's house she felt that her whole object in life must be to save him from the impending and. straee She found Dean in e crave mood, but made herself exceptionally charmine and he thawed out until the blackmailer Ber.nle Thompson called her up and started his suspicions afresh. He asked her where she had ben durlrc the dav and she answered truthfully that she had been nowhere but to visit Daddy Tom Sanver at his house. Then Dean dropped all simulation and mercilessly cross-examined her. flnallv asserting flatly that she was lvinc to him and said that he had seen her in a taxi in Elchth street with a man he did not know, that she reeoentred him. but drew back in frlcht and as he Jumped forward to cet the man the taxi eluded him and drove awav Cynthia knew, of course, that this was the runaway. Eleanor. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE "-xrOURE mad. - ’ she blazed. SinJL cerity was in her voice, and |t. was strangely put there. Relief at last came to her. Eleanor was alive; this fact condoned those evil thoughts against which she had striven. “Mad? You mean sane at last, and able to understand why my wife denies herself to me. Because she prefers her paramour. Now tell me—l didn't need to see him to know who it was—where does Jennings live?” “Do you realize what you're saying?” she asked him. She had seen his thin ascetic lips lose their gravity and curl with surprising gayety. She had seen them soften with kindliness. But now she saw one corner of his mouth draw up in a sneer. Anger and contempt burned in his gray eyes. “You're • liar.” he said, “but I can’t believe you're a coward. It takes courage of a sort, I suppose, as well as cheap cunning, to do what you’ve done. Tell me where he lives.” “I don't know,” she said simply. “Afraid to tell me?” he jeered. “Brave in deceit, but not so brave when ytiu're found out! Or perhaps you're afraid for Jennings? Don't worry. I won’t kill him. A rat like that isn't worth killing. No more than a woman like you is worth worrying over." The anger in his eyes gave way to incredulity. He stared at her as though she was something outside his ken. something bizarre and unreal. “I could forgive you anything except your lies," he said. “If you’d told me before our marriage, or even after you'd sworn to lo e and henor. I’d have forgiven you. But to promise me that in three months you'd make up your mind! "What a cesspool that mind of yours must be! To make me think, only last night, that you loved me! God. if you'd come out openly and told me you loved Jennings, thtt you couldn t endure me, that you'd made a mistake—are you so rotten that you can see only your ewn rottenness when you look at some one else? “Couldn't it enter your mind that I could have had more pity for you than for myself? Couldn't you understand that I wouldn’t take you unles you wanted to be taken? Or did you Intend to wear out your affair with Jennings and then! like any woman of the street, come to me?” He was walking up and down the room, but now he sopped. He shook his head almost pityingly. a a a m jn VEN at’aid to trust yourself weren't you? Having the morals of a cocotte. you didn't have the cocotte's courage. You wanted the respectability of marriage, so that when you tired of your lover, or when your lover tired of you, you could have another string to your bow. What manner of woman are you?” "What difference does that make?” she asked. "You've made up your mind, haven't you?” "But you're such a curious, such an amazing specimen, that I'd like to hear your defense.” •■You're a lawyer. You ought to knrnr how useless it is to offer a delens* to a judge whose mind is already made up.” “So you have a defense, have you?” he sneered. “Well, try and forget that I'm a prejudiced judge. Just remember that I’m a husband who's been more grossly deceived than any man. I fancy, who ever lived. "Try and remember that I deserve some explanation. It will be hard lor :ou to be fair to me, to be -air to anything but your own desiijte. Bat, alter all, you do owe

me something. Let me hear that defense.” “Defense against what?’ she asked. “You say that you saw* me in a taxicab today. You say that you called out to me, that I heard you, looked at you and recognized you. If I tell you that you are ut- j terly and completely mistaken, will you believe me?” “I'm not likely to be mistaken in my dentifleatio 1 of my own wife,” he said. “Os course I won’t believe you. You ask me to take your word against the evidence of my senses.” “Aren’t the senses frequently mistaken?” “If a man carries before him the picture of his wife: if a mans every ; thought has to do with her wellbeing: if he is in the "depths of 1 misery because of her treatment or, him: and, if despite that treatment,, he knows that she Is the only worn- ' an he can ever love: if he has treasured each gesture, each expression, each note of her voice—is he likely to be mistaken about her? Is he apt to think that another woman is she? Do you actually deny that you weii in that taxicab?” “I do,” she told him. “I have told you the exact truth about where I was today.” "And. of course, you're lying.” he said harshly. a a a ••tjUT even if I were —and I'm not D —by what right can you assume all that you have assumed? You say that a man ’ as with me. You admit you didn't see the man, and yet you are certain that it was Phil Jennings. And having assumed that. much, you assume stilt more. You charge ire with infidelity to you.” His sneer was an unpleasant thing to see. It changed his whole face. And yet to her who loved him the ugliness of his expression somehow warmed her heart. “What lesser charge could I make? Do you expect me to believe that a woman of your temperament has kept herself as remote from her lover as she has from her husband? “My God. if I thought that I'd have less respect for you than I have now! A woman who plays with fire as you have done, and yet is afraid of the touch of flame, would be less than the woman of the street that you are. “So you want me to believe that Jennings wasn’t with you? Then who was with you? Have you managed to forget him? Have you acquired another lover?” “I tell you that you didn't see me, that I was with no one,” she declared. ”And once again I tell you that you lie'” he exclaimed. “Then there doesn’t seem anything more to be said on the subject. does there?” “No?” The strain was beginning to tell on him; his voice rose slightly. “I think there’s a great deal to be said. Mv wife is carrying on a flagrant affair with another man ” "What conceit men have!” she interrupted him. “Conceit?” a a a SHE had to fence with him. Although he had not seen Jennings, Cynthia was as certain as he that Jennings had been Eleanor’s companion in the taxicab. She must not let him do anything tonight that would precipitate matters. Now that she knew Eleanor was alive and in New York, she felt more confidence in Tom Sanver's ability to find his errant daughter. She had gone too far in protection of Eleanor to abandon her now without an effort in her behalf. "Conceit, ves. If a man can't have a woman it can be only because she prefers another man. It never can be because one man is distasteful to her.” “We aren’t talking abstractions," he jeered. “We're talking about a definite, specific matter.” “You mean a matter that you say is definite and specific, but which I have denied absolutely.” “The denial of a cocotte," he said. “Don't you think this scene has been carried far enough?” she asked. “I want it to come to a conclusive end." he stated. "Exactly what do you mean by that?” she inquired. “I mean that you’ve not merely made me ridiculous to myself, but you Ye me. Are you mad

—By Williams

enough to think that you can continue indefinitely?” “I’m mad enough to think that you'll believe me,” she retorted. “Rather, you mean that you think I'm mad.” She ignored his interruption. “And I'm also mad enough to believe that when you gave me your word that you would wait three. months, that word was god.” “Three months? Three eternities. You may have all time to make up your mind as to whether you want me as a husband. But I’ve already made up my mind. I don’t want you. Take your Jennings! You don’t need to hide from me.” a a a HE walked abruptly to the door of the study. Perhaps he was going to walk as abruptly out of the house. “What are you going to do?” Cynthia halted him with the question. He turned and his sneer entirely transformed his face now. “Afraid, eh? Willing to degrade yourself and humiliate me, but not willing to pay the price? You don’t want to be dragged through the muck and mire of a divorce court? Well, is there any reason why I should have any pity for you?” ’There is the matter of respect for yourself,” she answered. His laugh was almost a sob. “Respect for myself? Can a cuckold respect himself? Or do you think that his own complaisance brings him self-respect? My wife is unfaithful to me, but I know all about It, and, therefore, I’m not humiliated. Is that your idea?” “Isn’t there another idea? Your wife is not unfaithful to you; you judged her wrongly, and self-re-spect makes you hesitate to do anything that will be a source of unhappiness to her.” “In another few minutes you'll have convinced yourself that you are an abused woman,” he said. “In another moment I’ll have convinced myself that my estimate of you has been utterly wrong,” she countered. “I should think you’d know that now. I should think that you’d be pretty certain that you’d underestimated my common sense. Although the fact that I bothered to waste words with you would seem to indicate that I'm as big an idiot as you think. Well, I’m not. I’m through and through forever.” This, time, when he started for the door he did not pause. Nor did she make further effort to detain him. How she had kept him as long as she had she didn't know. Where he was going now she didn't know. What to do she didn’t know. But perhaps Tom Sanver would be able to think of something that would avert catastrophe. She reached for the telephone and in a moment was speaking to Eleanor’s father. “I was just going to call you up,” he told her. “Is Dean around where he can hear?” She assured him that Dean was not near at hand. (To Be Continued!

TARZAN AND THE JEWELS OF OPAR

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