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BEGIN HEBE TODAT LIANE BARRETT 18 nd beautiful, trie* in v*m to foreet VAN ROBARD. we#,thy polo plevsr. when his eneg<ment i* announced to MURIEL LADD. Popular debutante. Llane'g mother. CASS BARRETT. Is *n actres* and It Is during Cass' engagement In stock at a fashionable Lone Island summer colonv that the Barrett* meet MRS CLEESPAUGH. wealthy widow. Whn Cass goes on tour In the fall Llane becomes Mrs. oleesoaugh's social secretary. CLIVE CLEESPAUGH. the widows erily son. asks Llane to marry him. Clive can not Inherit his father's for- ' tune unices he marris before he Is 35. Llane accepts, agreeing the marriage is to be a matter of form only. Robard. whose moods are changeable, asks her to break the engagement and Llane refuses. TRESSA LORD and her sister. MRS AMBERSTON. come to visit the Cleespaughs and Tressa. who wants to marry Clive, begins to make trouble for Llane Tressa connives with a gang of blackmailers but a friendly police lieutenant. SHANE McDERMID. interferes. Later Llane Is kidnaped to be held for ransom. but Is rescued bv McDermid and Clive. The wedding takes place on Christmas Dav and the couDle depart on a honeymoon In the south. News comes that Muriel Ladd has eloped with CHUCK DESMOND, newspaper reporter. Clive Is always kind, but knowledge that Robard Is the man Llane loves drives the two Into misunderstandings After several weeks the couple return north. Clive devotes himself to business and Llane tries not to be bored bv social duties. On a shopping trip she encounters Robard. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX (Continued) If he noticed her flushed cheeks and embarrassment he gave no sign. Later when they were in the car riding homeward she said again, “I must explain . . .’* He interrupted. "You don’t need to. I found this note on the floor when I came in. Thought I’d pick you up. That’s all." His tone forbade further confidences. L lANE’S brain was whirling. What sort of woman was she anyway? She had gone to Van’s apartment openly. She must have known what was about to happen. She had promised loyalty to this man at her side, the man whos£* name she bore. Painfully she cried, “But I must! I am ashamed!” Clive turned to glance at her. His eyes gleamed in the shifting shadow of the moving motor like blue ice. “He was making love to you. That was it?” he asked in a harsh voice.

She began softly to sob. "Dont do that! I can’t bear it.” He put a hand on her arm. “You’re just a child. All this was a mistake. You’re not able to cope with the harsh realities of life.” She dashed the tears from her eyes. This was so far from what she had expected that surprise held her for a moment. “I’m not so young,” she protested. "I—oh, I hate to say this, to hurt you, but I can’t stop caring for him.” Her eyes implored him to understand. tt tt tt HE frowned. He spoke almost as if to himself. “I’ve tried to protect you from this. Perhaps I’ve been too slow, too simple. Perhaps I should have warned you earlier. But you must be protected from Van. It—oh, it’s impossible! Even if you were free.” The last stung her. “Why?” “Don’t ask me. I don’t want to go into it now. Perhaps later.” In despair the girl cried, “What is all this mystery about Van Robard? My mother hints blackly of something and will not tell me. And now you. I want to know. I—l love him!” she finished defiantly. “You are my wife,” Clive reminded her in a warning tone. She threw caution to the winds. “Oh, we’re living a farce,” she cried. “You're nothing to me nor I to you.” He winced, but she rushed on unheeding. “There’s nothing between us but a word that can be broken.” “I’m holding you to that word,” he informed her. “I asked only the loyalty you might give to a friend. That and the pride you might feel in my name. “You can’t say at this stage of the game, ‘I love him,’ and let it go at that. It’s not good enough for me. I’m here to save you from yourself. “Van has loved before. Don’t forget that! Early and often. And not once has he put a ring on a woman’s finger.” She laughed. “He’s never really loved before.” Clive sighed. It was so hopeless to argue with a child. CHAPTER FORTY NOW that the bars were down. Liane rushed on, speaking recklessly. “Van wants me to go

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i away with him.” she declared. “You didn’t listen to him?” Clive clenched his hands. “I told him I wouldn’t. Oh, don’t think me utterly bad. I'm not. Only when he calls, I feel I must go. It’s like a spell.” Furious anger smote Clive. Desperately he sought the right move. "Promise me you’ll not do anything without consulting me.” he urged. “Asa friend. Nothing more.” She promised. She thought him a thoroughbred that night when, at the dinner party, he moved, spoke, laughed as if nothing had happened. Old Mrs. Williams, a grande dame in black and silver, bent her head to them at parting. Behind her fan she whispered to Clive but quite audibly. “Such a charming child. We are all delighted with her.” Liane flushed. What would all these people think if they knew? She felt ashamed. Through her mind ran this thought constantly, “He sails on Tuesday. Perhaps I’ll never see him again. What shall I do?” , She was sure no one ever had loved so deeply before. These tortures had been invented for her alone. The waiting for the sound of the telephone bell, the hasty riffling of letters. She tried to remind herself of her duty. iam Clive’s wife,” she repeated. “At least I promised to be that to liim.” o a jMTER lips twisted at the irony of AA it. If only she had waited a little while! She had believed this marriage would put a barrier between her and Van forever. She had hoped and prayed the •spell was broken, it had not been. Surely this madness must be one of those deathless loves of which she had read. Browning and his Elizabeth had loved that way. Heloise and Abelard. Romeo and Juliet. Monday found her desperate, dogged by a restlessness which would not let her go. Over the breakfast table things she and Clive spoke of casual matters. Both were uneasy.

After he had gone, she sat for a long time listless. The servants j came and noiselessly set the place to rights. Her life ran on well oiled ! wheels, she reflected. There was nothing she needed to do. No one needed her—except possibly Van. Clive was utterly selfsufficient. He had his horses and dogs in the country. He had the business now to absorb .his thoughts Even her mother no longer needed her. Cass was happy, independent, playing better than she had ever played before. She looked younger, less harried. “I must see her,” Liane decided on impulse. Hastily she dressed arraying herself with care. * tt tt CASS just was getting up when Liane arrived. The little apartment looked comfortable and shabby. The lovely green brocade couch ! Liane had given her was a curious ! anomaly in the small, untidy room.! Liane saw the familiar room with I new eyes, eyes that had somehow grown critical. Cass entered, shrugging into her old red corduroy dressing gown. “I hate to wear that lovely padded thing you gave me around here, dear. It gets in such a mess.” She apologized thus, carrying in the chipped tin tray with her breakfast. | “Have a cup?” Liane drank some of the steam- : ing coffee. She felt steadier. She ; seemed to know now what it was | she wanted. She wanted to tell her mother all her troubles. “What's on your mind, baby?” ! Cass asked, watching the girl ! shrewdly. Liane shut her eyes. Now for it. Now for the plunge. She said, “I'm going to leave Clive.” Cass set down her cup with great deliberation. “Why? You’re not ; happy with him?” Liane put out her hand in an impulsive gesture. “It’s not that. Clive’s splendid.” She hesitated before she flung the words at Cass, j “I love Van Robard. I'm going away with him.” I Cass swayed a little. Her face had gone dead white. Liane thought | she was going to faint. “Mother, what's the matter?” She was bending over the older woman, shaking her arm. Liane !, left her and, flying into the tiny

, kitchen, brought back a glass of water. Cass sipped it and shook her head. “Take it away. I'm all right." Conscience stricken at the effect of her news, Liane sat down again. “I’m sorry,” she began contritely. "I didn’t know it would be such a shock to you. I—l had to tell some one.” The color was coming back into j Cass’ pale cheeks. She shook her j head like a swimmer freeing him- ' self from the bondage of the waves. In a dull voice she said, “There’s something you’ve got to know. I should have told you long ago. God ! forgive me for being a miserable I coward.” Her eyes, her tone, struck terror ! into the heart of the girl. Liane i trembled. “What is it? Oh, mother, don’t look like that! Tell me.” WALKING like an old woman, like someone who has been dealt a mortal blow, Cass rose. She went to the shabby, littered desk : in the corner. There was one drawer which : Liane knew always had been locked. From this she drew a roil of papers held together by a rubber band. “These,” she said, tapping the roll, “will explain. I will show them to you in a minute.” -She sat down heavily. “First of all, you must know this. You are not my child at all. You are my sister Luisa’s daughter.” Liane whispered, “She wasn’t—wasn’t married?” Cass’ laugh was short and bitter. “Yes, she was married right enough. The license is here. I’ll show it to you in a minute. “The man broke her heart. She died when you were born. That's why I hate the whole clan,” she finished bitterly. Still Liane did not understand. “What clan?” she asked. Cass threw the words at her. “Hie Robardc,” she cried. The girl winced as though someone had struck her. “You mean—” “Van’s father was Dirk Robard. So was yours.” Liane flung her hands to her eyes. This was unendurable. She said abruptly, “It’s not true. Mrs. Amberton told me long ago.” She struggled to remember. “What’s not true?” “Van is not Dirk Robard’s son. He was adopted.” Fanny Amberton’s words came back to her now. “He married Van’s mother in 1913. That was three years after I was born.” Cass murmured, “I don’t believe it.” “It’s true,” Liane persisted. “I don’t remember what Mrs. Amberton said Van's real name was, but he was Dirk Robard’s adopted son.” Tt may be so,” Cass mused, half to herself. “I was in England in 1913, just before the war started. Mother was taking care for you then.” She whirled on Liane. “But it doesn’t alter the main facts of the case,” she cried. “Half brother or stepbrother, he’s still forbidden to you. He’s wicked—conscienceless.” Liane asked: “Why did you hate him so?” “Because Dirk Robard was wicked, cruel. He met Luisa in Baltimore, where she was playing in stock. He was much older—ls or 20 years. He persuaded her to have a secret marriage. They went somewhere on the eastern shore. Luisa didn’t tell us until a few months before you were born. By that time he was tired of the arrangement. (To Be Continued)

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