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CHAPTER NINE (Continued) ‘•What are you doing now, Pat?” "I hardly know,” she smiled. ‘‘l am so sleepy after last night that I rather think I shall get some sleep this afternoon. Tonight there is a fearful dinner at Aunt Louise’s; Beatrice and Mr. Palmer will be at the Chambers! Just a kermiss aftermath affair; no formality.” “Why don't you walk home with me now?” he asked carelessly. She met his eyes, and against her own desire, the color came slowly into her face. ‘ But aren’t you staying. Sidney?” "No. There's some talk of all going over to the Ralstons' for a late lunch, but nobody wants any lunch! I got out of it!” Her heart began to dance. It was with his old tenderness of manner that he held her loose, big coat for her; they crossed the room together, left it by one of the French windows. There was some protest from the gathering; Patricia was not to be She disengaged herself w ith her slow smile, she truly must go home and get some sleep. "Pat, you'll see mother?” Beatrice said, detaining her. "I didn't have a chance to tell her all about last night. And tell her I’ll be home afcout 4, to rest and change.” The younger girl smiled up at Sidney patiently waiting for farewells. “I'm sorry I can't walk with you.” she said, "but I had promised Ticky that I would ride!” The sky turned dark for Patricia again. Beatrice had been asked to share this hour, and had refused. A sudden sick distaste for it all smote her. Her head ached, her cheeks burned from the warm air in the clubhouse, she felt tired and lame after hours of dancing last night. "Youth is over me." she declared bitterly. "I can't dance all night any more, it all bores me—bores me —bores me!” a a a THE cold air outside struck unpleasantly upon her tired forehead. She wanted to cry; she wanted to say to Sidney: “Let me alone! I would rather not walk with you than walk under these circumstances!” She said nothing aloud. They turned their faces toward the visible turrets of the Castle, rising about Decrbridge. half a mile away. A laughing cavalcade passed them on the bridlepath. Beatrice waved her whip. The golfers shouted to them as they crossed the links. Pttricia was conscious that Dan, on the first green, was standing still and watching her as she went by. "Nothing like walking!” Sidney said unnaturally, as they entered the woods. "I loVe it!” she responded, in the same key. “Mind if I talk business?” he asked after a silence. She glanced at him; felt a chill premonition at her heart. “Do,” she said cordially, fearfully. "It s this, ' Sidney began speaking, she could tell from his tone, with uneasiness. "Helena has made good, with these Rosses—you know that. So I think the thing to do is to get her to New York and get her launched!” "New York.” Patricia echoed stupidly, it was all that her surdenly contracted heart and mind could manage. # I think so.” he decided uncomfortably. ' How soon. Sid?” "Next month. Just after the holidays.” Patricia made no answer, and had come out of the club woods and were descending upon the town w hen he spoke again. "Pat. I’ve got to say something, and it makes me feel rotten. It’s a hard thing to say. You know how I admire you. You're the most beautiful woman I ever saw, and I know—l ought * know—that you are as sweet and wonderful as you are beautiful ” "Please. Sidney ” she protested proudly. She felt so choked that she could not speak. mam “T KNOW!” He accepted the rex buke. “I've no right to say anything," he said. “I’ve held you all these years. I’ve kept you from many a better man. Pa., I know that. But, Pat, I'm going away now, perhaps forever. And I want to be It was said. She felt as if she had known it must be from the be-

ginning. Her world was going to . pieces about her, her senses swam. | Yet she somehow walked quietly 1 on, hands clasped in her muff, beautiful head erect, and her voice was quite itself when she spoke. “You know you have only to ask, Sidney.” Then silence. They were in the city streets now. “You’d rather have me tell you so honestly, wouldn’t you?” the man said awkwardly. “Infinitely.” Silence again. “Let it all be as if it had never been, Sid,” said Patricia, ending it. "We have had some happy times.” To her own fury her voice thickened and she could not go on. “We’ve had the most wonderful friendship that ever was!” he said enthusiastically. The girl would have been glad to stab him to the heart as he was stabbing her. “But—but I think we’ll both admit now that it wasn't the real thing” he went on with a man’s eagerness to convince himself that he has inflicted no wound. "Not since the early days anyway.” They had reached the entrance to the Palmer home now and she was J standing above him on the shallow stone steps. A cynical smile curved her mouth. “And you've found the real thing , now Sidney?” He glanced up. flushed and frown- j ing, looked away again. “No hope ] there,” he said heavily. “No hope for Sidney Hutchinson j with the Sensatone Palmers!” she ! said in light irony. He looked up suddenly reproachful. “What have I to offer her. Pat? 1 Sensatone Palmers? Why, she’s just as sweet and clever and refined and —yes, and popular, too, as any one of them. And she’s worth a million, more than a million.” “Spare me!” she said with a bitter laugh. "She's just what I’ve made her!” And giving him her hand, she added easily, "Good-by, then!” man HE shook her hands eageny, would have prolonged the farewells. But she had borne enough. A few seconds later she quietly was mounting the steps, and had been admitted to the preposterous portal, and without one backward glance was gone. But self-control lasted only until she reached her room. The hot tears were running down her cheeks as she flung aside her wraps and presently she sank beside her bed and gave them free vent. Patricia did not often cry, but the longchecked tide was loosed now, and she was carried away by the passion of her shame and anger. She cried for a long time. Then she stopped for a few minutes and looked curiously at her hands and at the deep depression her elbows made in the soft bed. And then she suddenly remembered; she was alone in the world, Sidney did not love her any more; and s'he began to cry again. The clock in her room chimed a silvery 3, the glaring afternoon was wearing away. Her head ached, he r face burned, her hands were icy. She creot up on the bed and drew a fluffy covering over her. and with one or two long, childish, sobbing breaths, fell fast asleep. A pleesant, crackling and snapping awakened her, two hours later. Minna had come in with a tray, had lighted the fire, a bath was waiting. Numbed, dazed and still headachy, Patricia stumbled about the business of dressing. But she was young, and the hot bath and the hot tea worked wonders. Patricia began to find something consoling, something almost mournfully beautiful, in the decisive blow. Perhaps its actual arrival had not been harder to bear than the vague and formless dread of it had been. "Did Mrs. Palmer send you in, Minna?” she asked, over her second cup. "She worried because you didn't come to lunch,” the maid answered. “And she looked in and saw you asleep. And when Mr. Palmer came in he says you would like a fire and some tea, w;hen you waked up. And he’d like to see you for a minute, please.” “Why didn't you say so,” Patricia exclaim i, smiling. She went immediately downstairs. “ttn so sorry to keep you waiting,” she said to Dan, in the lower

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hall. "Minna only this instant told me.” O tt u “npHIS is the business,” Dan X smiled, “my new' car has come and I want to try her. Will you come along?” “Love it,” she said automatically. I Then, realizing that cf all things a run in the cold air would be the most agreeable, she added more warmly: “I'd love it. Are we taking Beatrice?” He shook his head. When they were in the new gray car he added gravely: “Beatrice came in—she feels terribly. She was crying, and mother had a pretty hard time with her. Poor kid, I guess there’s no question about it now. He told her that he's going to New York. Hutchinson, I mean.” “Yes, I know',” Patricia was busily trucking robes about her knees. “He told me so, too.” “Confound him,” Dan said simply. A second later all other sounds were drowned in the uproar of the starting engine. Sunset flamed coldly over the city as they flew along. The park was full of riders, of other cars, of pedestrians. The air was cold and heavy. From the fields, when they were presently skimming between them, a thick white mist was rising, Patricia laughed aloud in the glorious rush of the drive. The speedometer rose from forty miles to fifty—to fifty-five—fifty-eight “ ’Fraid?” he shouted, and she j saw him grin into his furry collar I as she shouted back, "I love it!" i They were going more slowly, and ! a cold brief twilight held the W'orld | when they came back. Dan touched I his lights and a funnel of bright- [ ness moved ahead cf them, i “And now tell me,” he said, with | a quick glance, “what were you ! crying about?” j “Crying?” she stammered childi ishly. She fought for time, in the utter unexpectedness of it. "How ? did you know?” “Mother went in, and said that ! you had been,” he answered, runi nlng the car slowly now. "Is it—- | is it the same thing?” j "The same thing?” “The same thing that has—has | broken Pansy all up?” | “\JOT-NO, not quite, Dan,” she | In said very low. a surprising ease coming into her heart with confidence and sympathy. “Sidney and I,” she went on, with a little difficulty, “have had an understanding for a good many years. We ended it today. That’s all.” He was silent for perhaps two minutes. “Thank you for telling me,” he said, then, gruffly, after another pause, he added, "Nothing I can do?” "Nothing any one can do,” sire answered lightly. “It made me feel sad,” she went on, “for the old tie went back almost to my little girl days. But I think it was the wisest thing to do.” “Did he take it hard?" Dan asked, with a sort of timidity. . (To Be Continued.)

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