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York b ßw*k>*? lt ??, d,nnfr , ,n a New t Bc L ,V.™! v . * llh acQualntacraw* 8 bv N^ 1 tfei&t&’ft’ SS88„*“~ hSrSSPa Blre.m - t Wh T n H“ ne w,,nt to Willow Slavfne in J ‘ ,J rh f r ' > l i* r mother was to L thealer - M <T>rrnil<l came w icu ner the man was recovering. At SwimS®* r W*®- LADD a£* atra*nirer , n V? e !; 8 * handsome her rT?t . R ? fc, ‘ 1 • Ll * ne ‘* mother asks wtt h * moTp to do booS dlivt: cl Error a ugh, t?onei?°nf n ?>,. s< Jv c . f th ? wealthv onto BT*r£ f MrSmUH 81 *!: *ho s attentions rPfP MIN TIP- the lnaenue. r , l i'}._tne autumn Liana accents Mrs. Oeereauth's invitation to stay with her! nnf and , sco T* rs Clive and hl3 mother do RAh.rri l „ a S n *.n. Bh / hears itosslo about ,* nd MR S LADD and Is crushed. p-VT^ lrr seems to t* )n )ovfl auth a reDorter. CHUCK DESMOND, but 2HSS-*** avervone bv announcing her t 0 Pobard. Liana is dlstraueh. r**ilsinß she loves Robr.rd. Then f, 1 ?*. tscelyes word that her mother la * Phlladelnhla and Boes to her. .At t;h hospital she hears Cass rnav JP* l lv *- In her delirium Cass babbles about her dead sister. Luisa, whom she has always refused to talk about. What she savs seems to have some reference to Liane NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY * Chapter Fifteen < Continued). “Yes,” the old lady was saying majestically and finally as she settled herself in the armchair on the occasion‘of her rnominn call. “We must pack you off south as eoon as you feel like traveling. Or perhaps California. “You’re not to struggle with this wretched winter climate. I’ve made up my mind about that.” Cass protested, feebly but earnestly. ”I’ve got to get back to my work—to the company. Vernon’s keeping my place open.” “Nonsense!” “But I’m ?o frightfully in debt to you already. I shan't feel right until I get on my feet again and can begin to pay you back.’ Mrs. Cleespaugh flicked her fingers delicately against an imaginary obstacle. “My dear,” she said with great distinctness, “You are being a bit absurd, aren't you? You came very close to death’s door. You were miraculously spared to this dear child here. Now you speak of jeopardizing your health again. L-et. me manage all this. It is a great delight to be able to do it.” Cass closed her eyes. “As you wish,’ she said faintly. £she was still so weak it was easier to be quiescent, And she was very grateful. a a a LIANE came in from her morning errands in the village, all resy and sparkling. “What's all this?” she asked. “It’s a conference,” Mrs. Cleespaugh informed her, “but it’s ended now.” She swept out of the room. Liane sat down, regarded her mother with a fond and anxious gaze. Cass ‘opened her eyes once more. “Tell me, darling.” she asked quickly, irrelevantly, “did I talk a lot of nonsense when I had the fever?” “Oh, just a lot of gibberish." Liane said with great carelessness. “Why?” “I .just wondered." Cass looked relieved. “I—oh. I seemed to have the most frightful dreams all that time.” “Isn't. It time for your milk?” Liane wanted to know. “Miss Wilson has gone down for it.” a a a “Don't talk then. Just rest until she comes. The doctor said you weren’t to tire yourself.” Liane sat there, quietly companionable, until the nurse came back. A little later Cass fell asleep again, in the middle of her drink, like a child. As Liane tiptoed out she thought uneasily of the small fib she hi* told. “Because of course she did say something distinct —something that I remembered,” she thought. And how odd it had been, too. “I’ve earned her. My little girl .” What had Luisa to do with her? Or perhaps her mother hadn’t meant Liane at all. Anyhow it was puzzling, although probably not at all important. “I can ask her about it when she's perfectly well,” Liane thought, dismissing the matter. Nothing mattered now—nothing except the fact that Cass Barrett was mending. little by little. The first days she had begun to look up and to smile had been sheer ecstasy. The first cup of broth she had been coaxed to take had been held in Liane’s firm hands.

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The girl was thinking of that now as she came down into the big hall. “You look happy anyhow,” said a quiet voice at her elbow. Clive stood there in his riding things, his hair tumbled as usual. There was a dog at his heels. He brought with him the odor of wood smoke and stables. “Oh, I am!" said Liane, stretching out her arms and laughing aloud for the sheer, unmitigated joy of being alive. CHAPTER SIXTEEN “OIT down," began Clive Cleespaugh in a n*w, commanding voice. “I want to talk to you.” Liane obeyed abruptly, astounded at the change in his manner. “My mother's gone for a drive,” Clive said in preface. “I made sure of that—didn’t want to be interrupted. Look here, the situation is this. You probably don’t know it, but I am tied to mother's apron strings. Haven't a cent in my own right because of a fool will my father made. He left everything to mother, stipulating that I was to come into my own <a few million) only in event of my early marriage. He was nuts (said this irreverent young man slangily) “on the subject of youthful may;iages. Now I’m almost 25 and I don’t seem to have found a wife. “Oh, yes, I forgot to tell you that another important fact is that mother must approve the girl I choose. Well, of course, it’s practically out of the question to find such a paragon. That is, I had thought it was. Until now.” The girl did not answer. After a moment he went on. “That's why I wanted to talk to you.” blurted out Clive embarrassedlv. “I have a plan which concerns you. D’you want to hear about it?” Liane nodded, her thoughtful eyes on his lowering face. “Look, you’ll probably think I’m all sorts of a fool, but it's no harm to talk it over. The thought is this, how would it be if you and I fixed up some sort of agreement? Never let my mother know about it, of course. If she knew the affair was cut and dried she'd be down on us from the start, But she likes you so much. She wouldn’t suspect anything if I went through the motions of falling in love with you gradually. Little by little. “Then we could have a—what-d’-ye-call-it?—a marriage in name only. You could go your way, I mine. And Id be free.” He was done at last. And still the young girl sat, motionless, her great, soft eyes full on his. He stirred impatiently. “You don't need to answer at once. Think it over,” he urged. Liane stood up. She was trembling now. “I never was so insulted in my life,” she said, in a throaty voice. Clive took a step in her direction. “I didn't mean—you’ve thoroughly 'misunderstood—'’ he began haltingly. “Oh, don’t say any more! You only make it worse,” cried Liane angrily. She stamped her foot. “Now—now you’ve spoiled everything,” she wailed. “And just when I was so happy!” a a a SHE ran unstairs to find her mother weeping, the dreary, pitiable weeping of the convalescent, “We can’t go on like this, staying here,” Cass moaned to her inquiries. “It worries me.” Liane tried to soothe her. “Mrs. Cleespaugh wants us to stay. Please, please don’t worry about it,” “It’s far too much. It doesn’t seem right to accept it,” Cass protested. “Darling, you’re not to worry. The doctor said that expressly. Just get well and then we'll talk finances.” “But I can’t go on being a—well, a pensioner," moaned Cass, raising herself on one thin, bare arm. The young girl flushed and shrugged. But her attempts to change the subject were fruitless. Cass was determined to be up and about. Only her weakened condition prevented her from struggling into her clothes and going back to join the company. “It’s not that she isn’t supremely kind,” Cass pursued, warming to the

subject. “She is. And that makes me more uncomfortable than ever.” She began to weep again, the helpless, devastating tears of utter weakness. Instantly Liane was on her knees beside the bed. “Darling, you mustn’t. It’ll be all right. Honestly, you’re torturing yourself needlessly.” Cass nodded, like a spent child. “You’ll promise to stop worrying?” “I’ll try.” But Liane knew the promise was a half-hearted one. She thought suddenly, “If I were a prospective daughter of the house, mother would accept Mrs. Cleespaugh’s hospitality without question.” It was as if a day had opened to her, dazzlingly clear. There was nothing else for her to do but accept Clive’s preposterous proposal. That would justify her mother’s presence in the house indefinitely. She stood looking down at the pale face, the hollows and shadows in the thin cheeks. Hadn’t she said she would do anything in the world for her mother? This was her chance. Now she could prove her devotion, to herself at least, because Cass never must know there was an element of sacrifice in the arrangement. When she went into Mrs. Cleespaugh’s room later she found the dowager magnificent in gray satin and real lace. “Clive’s honoring us with his presence for dinner tonight,” she said animatedly. “Most unexpected., I thought he was to dine at the Hunt Club. “And Mr. Williams is arriving on the 6:15. so I shall get some cribbage. Delightful creature he is. You’ve not met him. We met in Paris in 1910, when my husband was alive.” LIANE agreed that* the prospect was agreeable. She dressed with unusual care. Her old white frock, fresh from the cleaner’s hands, seemed to have taken on a new lease of life. She spilled a few drops of jasmine on her handkerchief. When she went into sit with Cass over her alluring supper tray, her mother said, fondly, “You look sweet, lamb. As if someone had given you a million dollars.” “You are my million,” Liane told her. The nurse bustled about. “Doctor says she’ll be up in a week if she keeps up this progress,” she said. In her heart Liane thought, “She shall keep it up. I shall see to that.” And yet she went downstairs with strangely leaden feet. Clive, looking unusually big and formidable in his black and white, held out his arm formally and they followed Mrs. Cleespaugh and the apple-cheeked Mr. Williams into dinner. Liane experienced an unwonted thrill as she curled her fingers around that broadclothed arm. What a stem and gloomy young man he seemed tonight! He scarcely spoke. Liane glanced at him timidly now and again across the delft bowl with the late roses, the waxen candles in their silver holders.

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