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BEGIN HEBE TODAY When LIANE BARRETT. 18. nl BCAutllul. coe* to dinner with some casual acquaintances she blunders Into * Pakeav shooting. Llare escape* the kindness of SHANE Mc-t-'ERMiD. a voting policeman. CABS BARRETT. her actress mother, takes her to Willow Stream. L. 1., for the summer. Before she leaves. Liane has a romantic encounter with a hand•ome stranger. McDermid comes to tell Liane the man in the speakeasy ouarrel will live. At a party given bv MURIEL LADD. JJSpulante who shares box ofTlce duties with her. Liane meets the handsome Stranger whose name is VAN ROBARD. Cass manifests alarm on hearing his name and asks Liane not to see him again. MRS. CLEESPAUGH. the theater’s rich patroness, invites Liane to stay with her In the fall while her mother goes on tour. The girl can not forget Robard. even after she hears gossm couoltng his name with ADELE LADD. Muriel’s mother. Muriel goes about with CHUCK DESMOND. debonair reporter, and one night her mother Institutes a frantic search for the couple, believing they have eloped. The. affair proves a false alarm. NOW GO ON WITH THE STOBY CHAPTER THIRTEEN (Continued) “It seems we are not to have even a moment alone,” he said in a low tone; The girl smiled faintly. ‘What does it matter? We have nothiug to say to each other.” Suddenly she felt gauche and crude. Why need she have said that? She always managed to blurt out the wrong thing, perhaps because she cared so much. She could not be natural with this man. Clive entered the room, seemingly unconscious of the tension in the atmosphere. After the briefest interval Van announced he must be off. He shook Liane’s hand lormally and withdrew. The girl was folding the card table u’hen Clive returned. “Here, I’ll attend to that. You look all in. Mother always drafts her friends into these deadly bridge evenings. Never waits for them to volunteer.” Liane smiled wanly. She was glad he interpreted her fatigue thus. “You’ve known him long—Van, I mean?” Clive asked, nonchalantly. She stiffened. “We’ve met once or twice before.” Clive lit a cigaret, glanced away. He said: “Amusing to see him settle down at last. His engagement is to be announced tomorrow’, he tells me.” Liane heard a strange voice ask, “To whom?” Clive said, “No wonder you’re dizzy. It’s like an oven in here.” He threw open a casement. Over his shoulder he went on, “Van’s fiancee? Oh, Muriel Ladd.” CHAPTER FOURTEEN THERE it W’as in black and white. Nora had left the morning paper beside Liane’s breakfast tray. She read: “Mr. and Mrs. John Fenton Ladd of this city and Willow Stream, L. 1., announce the engagement of their daughter, Muriel Norton Ladd, to Mr. James Van Dusen Robard, son of the late Mr. and Mrs. Edward Creighton Robard of New York and Newport. The ceremony will taake place ” Liane saw no more. Blindly she pushed the paper from her, began automatically to pour her coffee. This morning the luxury of the breakfast rite failed to please her. Van Robard and Muriel! She. just didn’t believe it. It was stupid. There was no meaning in it. Elsie had said Van Robard w r as in love with Muriel’s mother. Oh, it was a crooked, strange and topsyturvy world! When, then, had he said, “Sweet child, I had to come back to see you?” Was that just a ’’line,” the sort of thing he had said to every woman? Oh, what a fool she was even to give him a moment’s thought. Cruel, cruel, that’s what he was. Cruel and conscienceless. And. yet, he didn’t look like that sort. There was something fine about his darkly lowering face. "You’ve got to stop this nonsense,” Liane told her image in the mirror. Indeed she looked ghostlike this lovely, misty morning. There were black circles under her eyes. Her clear skin had a pallid, lifeless look. “Why did he come here?” she asked herself as she dressed. Why, indeed? The whole thing mystified her. It was like a picture puzzle with one of the pieces missing. The Ladds, she had heard, had closed their house and gone back to town. Why had he come to Willow Stream on the eve of the announcement of his engagement? It was all crazy and muddle-headed. She couldn’t figure it out. As she opened her door she almost collided with the parlor maid

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who carried a yellow envelope on a tray. 'For you, miss,” gasped the girl fluttering with excitement. Liane’s heart stood still. She tore the ominous thing open. Her eyes raced over the lines. "Mother has pneumonia. Better come. St. Anselm’s hospital, Philadelphia. Elsie.” Liane uttered one small, stifled cry. "Oh, my dear, I never should have left you!” The maid stared. "Is there anything I can do, Miss Barrett?” “Yes—no—l don’t know. Is Mrs. Cleespaugh up yet?” “She do be havin’ her breakfast along about this time." Liane siad, “I hate to disturb her, but I must.” Trembling, she knocked cn the door. The commanding voice bade her enter. Mrs. Cleespaugh, lorgnette perched precariously on the bridge of her majestic nose, sat up in her splendid four-poster, reading her letters. Frills of lilac-colored chiffon, her bed jacket, streamed around her. Her hair was already splendidly dressed. One could not imagine her in disorder. a a a WITHOUT a word the young girl put the message into Mrs Cleespaugh’s hands. “Oh, my dear child, I am frightfully sorry. Os course, you’ll want to go. Where is Clive? Can he see about trains? ’ Van is going in this morning. He can look after you as far as the city. I hate letting you travel by yourself but there’s nothing else to do.” Liane said yes, she had money. Yes, she could arrange everything. “Nonsense,” said the old lady briskly. “I’m writing you a check for S2OO. You can pay me back any time.” She waved away the girl’s thanks. Reaching for the house telephone she called Clive’s room. “He’s gone, of course,” she murmured disgustedly. “You’ll find him down at the stables, no doubt He was talking to Kelly about having the vet in this morning at 10 Try him there.” Liane flew. She found Clive in consultation with a sandy man in baggy gray clothes. Clive turned to greet her, excused himself. Liane explained quickly, briefly. She was afraid she might be going to cry. Instantly the young man was all sympathy. He said to the veterinary, ‘Look, Miles, I’ve got something frightfully important to attend to. This can go over until tomorrow? Right, i’ll see you then. About the same time.** He walked back to the house with her, talking of tickets, schedules. She was grateful for his mat-ter-of-fact air. it helped her to keep from breaking down. If ~s he let herself go—if she thought of her mother, lying ill in that lonely hospital room, she would not bo able to go on. Was she the same girl who had been worrying, a few hours before, because a mere man had caused her pain? What did all that matter? How foolish it seemed now! All that mattered in the wide world was her brave, tired mother, ill in a strange city. As in a dream, Liane packed a bag. She got into her brown tweed dress, put on her old brown felt. What did it matter how she looked? In the great hall downstairs, she saw a tall figure looming, it was Van. Obviously he was waiting to see her. He said he was sorry. Was there anything at all he could do? Lifelessly the girl said no. Nora came down with her bag. Kelly had brought the car round, she informed them. Was Mr. Clive outside? There seemed nothing for Van to do but hand her into the car. Clive was driving the roadster. Kelly, red-faced and solemn, put the bag into the rumble seat and touched his cap. “I said goodby to your mother,” Liane said vaguely. The car moved. She knew, dimly that Van had touched her hand, had looked at her with what might have been profound sympathy. She didn’t quite know or care what he had said in parting. All that was past. Clive drove swiftly and surely. They soon were in the Motor parkway, where speed was the expected thing. “You can get the 12 o’clock,”

he shouted to her above the roar. "No difficulty at all.” a a a OHE never knew later how she had got through that dreadful day. She had a confused impression of the big, busy station, of a porter who took her things. Os Clive saying swiftly, competently, “I’ll park this and find you at the gate. I’ll get your ticket. Don’t bother about anything.” She remembered waiting at the steps. Busy poeple, casual and happy people, milled around her. A family party, a pretty mother, and a coal black nurse guarding the pink-coated baby. How safe and sure they all were! Trouble did not seem to touch any of them. “I’ll come along if you want me,” Clive offered shyly as he established her in her chair. Liane was shaken out of her apathy at this. “Oh, no, no, thanks. You’re awfully kind,” she told him. She didn’t need any one. She saw his kind, troubled face in that last moment before the train began slowly to move. She even raised her hand to salute him. Liane’s eyes filled with tears. People were good, she thought dully. It was only when you were in trouble that you found that out. The short journey seemed interminable. Clive had wired Elsie the time of her arrival, but there was no one waiting in the dismal ! station. She gave the cabman the address of the hospital and then sat staring through the window at the unfamiliar streets. At the information desk a starched young woman with a detached air told her Mrs. Barrett was in 402. No change, she added The words chilled Liane. Her heart was full to bursting as she rode up in the creaky, antiseptic smelling elevator. The man looked at her with a faint curiosity. He was accustomed to pallid visitors with terror in their eyes, but this one was so young—so alone. A strange Elsie waited outside the door of Cass’ room, an Elsie pale and serious. “Glad you’ve come, kid,” she whispered. “Can’t go in right now. The doctor’s there.” The throbbing of Liane’s heart was thunderous. She retched for something to steady herself. “Tell me—” she began, “just how oad—” She couldn’t go on. Elsie shook her head. “They don’t know just when the crisis will come,” she said. “Tonight, they think.’ “We thought it was just a cold 3he’d been struggling along with it, didn’t want to mention it to you Yesterday morning the doctor said t was pneumonia. He hurried her Dver here so she’s get the best care. Hope it was the right thing to do” Her bright eyes sought Liane’s anxiously. Oh, I know you’ve been doing sverything possible,” Liane began hoarsely. Both girls fell silent, watching the door. The nurse :ame out, gave Liane an impersonal glance and hurried down the hall. As in a trance the watchers followed her movements with their eyes. She returned in a moment with a hypodermic needle on a tray. “Just a minute, honey,” Elsie reassured the trembling Liane. “Dr. Lane’ll be out and you can talk to him. Don’t go all to pieces now. We ll need you. It’ll buck Cass up just to see you.” (To Be Continued)

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