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" CHAPTER TEN (Continued) “She might!” Patricia pondered. *T think I’d better tell Mrs. Palmer and Dan. and we can all watch her. It's—poor kiddy!—it’s her first affair. She’s not like the other girls. She’ll take it hard.” o n a loves her,” the other woman •3 said simply. “He's mad for her! And he isn't to blame, Pat. No. really, he isn’t!” she added, as Patricia flung up her head impatiently. “His heart never was in it! I knew that! He’s just one of these extraordinarily generous men who blunder into things like this. Try—try to forgive him, Pat!” Over the beautiful face that Helena anxiously was watching, creot a rather bitter and rather pitiful smile. “My dear Helena,” Patricia said slowly, both hands on the smaller woman's shoulders, “the time when it matters to Sidney whether I forgive him has gone by! The question now is whether she will forgive him! I’m sorry for her. I’m sorry for them both!” Ten minutes later she went down the dark empty hallways for the last time. She passed “O'Callaghan, Robes,” end the flower store, where the flowers were all hidden by great adabesques of frost on the glass. She went into cold and frozen East Cathedral avenue. The streets were deserted; a bitter wind was blowing; the sky was low and ominous. And in her soul Patricia felt the bitter wind, the darkness and the storm.

CHAPTER ELEVEN THE familiar winter warmth and closeness and odor of Mrs. Rogers’ house seemed to steady Patricia's confused senses. Here was the old atmosphere, the coal fires, the fussy furnishings the .women murmuring over their faneywork. It had been the girl’s home for five years; she was tranquillized by its very sordidness. She mounted quickly to her own room and began to pack. There was little to do. She often could pause and sit thinking, thinking. thinking, her eyes fixed blindly on space, her breast rising occasionally on a great, sighing breath. Beneath her the farm, domestic life of the boarding house flowed on; outside the window a few vagrant snowflakes fluttered down through the bare maple boughs. Helena—Sidney’s wife! And Sidney loving Beatrice! The old order of things was changed forever now. That he had held this relationship, however indifferently, toward Helena, and that he could love Beatrice so madly had hurt him in Patricia's estimation, though she did not realize it yet. But she felt shocked and sore and weary; she was conscious of a deep spiritual exhaustion; she longed for the simplicities of life, for truth and peace and carefree laughter again. What were they all to do next? Helena would be gone out of their lives forever in a few hours. But Sidney. Would he really seek his freedom and wait for his tawnyhaired, passionate young goddess and her millions? And Beatrice. Patricia suddenly decided that the lovesick Beatrice would Join her brother on his trip around the world. And perhaps they would meet Sidney in New York next year—"if Dan ever forgives him!” she interrupted herself with a doubtful shake of the head. And Patricia's self. She knew that she would be asked to keep the lonely mother company. So that in April, when she had thought to be married to Sidney in New York, she would And herself at the once-abhorred Castle, reading aloud the letters of Dan and Beatrice Palmer. “As early as we can we’ll go to the farm,’* Patricia concluded, for herself and for her old employer. For she loved this spot under any circumstances, loved its clean grass and spreading oaks and mildeyed cattle, and just now it seemed a real haven to her troubled spirit Long, lazy days of reading and tramping and dreaming, long nights of sleep and an utter and sublime indifference to the code of Pomeroys and Pages, that was what she needed! m m m • \ ND meanwhile,” her thoughts x\ ran on. "Dan will have time to get over *:ds first rage at Sid and majr sorest to let the avrjr.. Aad

if not, Sid will go to New York some day and be the greatest of the portrait painters, and women will flock to his teas and wonder what the ‘tragedy’ was in the great Hutchinson’s life.” She shut the lid of her trunk and glanced about the dismantled room. “But it is a funny world!” she marizedThere was a knock at the door. Mrs. Throckmorton at the telephone, please to speak to Miss Chesebrough. The girl went downstairs to the instrument. “Pat,” said her aunt’s voice anxiously, “you’ve not forgotten that we all leave for Mountainhead at 1:30. have you? It's after 11 now, I called to make sure that you and the Palmers are to be on that train.” “It's frightfully stormy, Aunt Annie!” “My dear, all the more fun!” “Well, Mr. Palmer and I are coming. But Beatrice had a bad headache at breakfast, and she may ” "But you two are!” interrupted Mr;. Trockmorton. “Oh, positively, Aunt Annie.” “The things all went last night,” said her aunt in a relieved tone. “Blankets and food and everything. There’ll be six of you youngsters besides myself and Mrs. Talbot. Cecil wired the stationmaster to meet and get fires started. “My dear, you’d laugh at Roberta —-she’s taken quite a fancy to your Mr. P.—you know who I mean! And that reminds me of the j-eal reason that I telephoned. when Ticky Ralston went to the station to reserve our chairs, an hour ago, he saw Miss Palmer with Sidney! They didn’t see him.” “At the station?” Patricia asked. “At the station. What do you suppose they were there for?” “They may have been buying our tickets,” Patricia suggested, “or they both may have decided to come to your house party and have gone to make reservations. They were riding together.”

a a tt ”V[o: they didn't get tickets for il Mountainhead,” Mrs. Throckmorton answered, “for Ticky thought of that. Wasn’t it smart? —for him, I mean. And the ticket man said that the genetleman had got tickets for Pemberton.” “Pemberton?” Patricia echoed, with dawning curiosity. “Pemberton is that little place where Harry Eyre and Sidney had a cabin one summer,” Mrs. Throckmorton said. “It’s right over the ridge from Mountainhead, and when I heard that, I wondered if there was some confusion about our party tonight.” “No, I don’t think so,” Patricia answered slowly. “Pat,” said her aunt, “are they engaged. Sid and that girl?” The girl’s heart thumped uncomfortably. “No, I know they are not!” she answered unhesitatingly. "Ticky said they seemed absorbed, and every one is wondering ” "Oh, I’ll tell you what it was,” Patricia said suddenly, in relief: “Helena Hutchinson leaves for Chicago this afternoon, and Sid probably was making some final arrangements for her. That was it! Ticky probably got it all mixed up. That’s why Sid isn't going to the house party, you know. He has to see his sister off, with the Rosses.” “Today?” “Yes, she just told me. And by the way, Aunt Annie, if I should stay to say good-by to her, I may ” “Now, Patricia!” I “Oh. I'm coming. I only meant that the Palmers and I might come up to Mountainhead later, in the car." “Well, so long as you come!” her aunt conceded, and the conversation was ended. Its significance dawned gradually on Patricia as she went back to her packing. Her first emotion had been amusement at Roberta's artless admission. Roberta had “taken a fancy” to Dan Palmer! Dear little ingenuous soul, Patricia reflected, smiling ironically. An express van called, and the Palmer closed car was waiting. The girl made her good-bys and was whirled away from Mrs. Rogers’ boarding house forever. m m a ONCE alone in the car she found herself beset with vague misgiviagSjr She went hurriedly into

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the great hall of the castle, and afer a quick question to Peacock, unceremoniously entered the morning room. Dan and his mother were there; the man jumped to his feet with an exclamation of relief as she came in. “I was afraid you’d forgotten that 1:30 train!” he said. “I’ll ran up and change ” Patricia smiled. “My bag is packed. Did you have Peacock put it in the car?” “And they’re to give us something to eat before we go,” he said, with an affirmative nod. “Beatrice going?” “No,” replied the mother. “She’s having lunch with the Ingersoll girls. They're going to play cards. I’m just as well pleased, with all this storm coming up. And she’s going to be at Mr. Eyre’s house for dinner.” “Mr. Hutchinson is to be at Mr. Eyre’s,” Patricia said seriously. And the three looked gravely at one another. “I guest that’s an engagement, all right,” Dan said presently, with r great sigh. Patricia hesitated no longer. “Mrs. Palmer-Dan,” she said in distress, “she can’t marry him. He is —he is married already!” Mother and son stared at her in stupefaction. Patricia saw the dark blood rush to Dan’s face. For a moment there was no sound in the room, but the cherry crackle of the fire. Then the man standing by the mantel laid his arm across it and dropped his face on his arm. “So that’s it!” he said bitterly. “You’re his wife!” “I?” she repeated in sharp surprise. “No, it’s Helena. It’s his—the woman we thought was his sister!” Again Dan stared at her blankly, but the mother’s voice broke the silence. “This will kill Pansy, Dan,” she said, her lips trembling. And suddenly firing, she added: ”What kind of man is he, anyway, to hurt a little girl that way? What right has he ” “He may have told her,” Patricia suggested. But Dan shook his head, “She’d drop him like a hot brick,” he asserted. And with a darkening scowl he went on: “Well, this ends it. She mustn’t see him again.” # u HE had gone to seat himself on an arm of his mother's chair, and had his arm about her shouder; she was trembling and pale, “I’ll have to get hold of her, that’s the first thing,” he decided, glancing at his watch, when Patricia had hurriedly repeated her whole talk with Helena. '“We’ll have to cut the house party, I’m afraid. “Call my cousin, Harry Eyre,” Patricia directed, “and explain that you are taking Beatrice with you to the Mountainhead cabin. Then we’ll go get her at the Ingersolls’, and she won’t see Sidney tonight.” (To Be Continued)

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