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By EDITH ELLINGTON

CHAPTER TWO

YESTERDAY: Beatrice Huntington Davenport, rich, bored heiress to the

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is furious because her guardian, old Mr. Weeming, refuses to honor her check paying for a string of polo ponies. The polo ponies are for Clarence, suave continental nobleman, frankly a fortune hunter, to whom Beatrice has recently become engaged. As a friend and associate of her grandfather, who started Huntington’s, Mr. Weeming warns Beatrice that her money may soon disappear if she continues this mad spending. She demands action on the check, leaves. At the door, however, she hears a young, masculine voice addressing Mr. Weeming: “That girl’s the world’s most useless object. She should be quietly chloroformed.’”’ ‘

- AS SHE STOOD there, trembling her tall lucite heels, the mink coat suddenly too warm around her,

Beatrice Huntington Davenport knew a swift and devastating fury.

, She wanted to go in there and tear “that unknown young man’s eyes

out! She wanted to scream, “Is it my

fault my grandfather left me mil-

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lions? “I have to do something, don’t I? I can’t take a job, I can’t do anything useful, anything to occupy my mind and my time, because if I did, they'd say I was taking bread out of someone else’s mouth. Someone who needs the job! “You think I'm stupid and arroI'm not. Td

«+ like to work with my brain. You i. don’t know how I've tried, some-

times, to do something—find something—worth while. me! “Youre not bored! No, you sound too complacent for that!

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ence is honest!

—JI've never done anything I really cared about. “And the men, how do I know they really like me? Either they're as rich as I am, and as bored—or else they're after the money. I can't trust anyone. At least, ClarI know with him

it’s the money, but I know, too,

Mimi Frothingham has as much money as I have and he preferred

me!” The hot savage words beat

‘through her brain in a rushing

flood. A tide of protest that she had only half sensed before ‘was throbbing inside her. In this raw and painful moment, here in the corridor of an office building, Bea-

~ trice felt suddenly as if a dark

abyss had opened at her feet. Then the impulse to rush in there and confront the owmer of that

:gecornful voice died inside her. Her

4 was only the fear.

anger went with it, and now there She felt lost and helpless and suddenly she thought, “I hate him for making me look at my life! I hate him for tearing away the little pieces of camouflage I've managed to hide ”

in oe oo a She turned, and peered through the narrow crack of the opened door. “I hate him!” : ” o 2 ALL SHE COULD see was 8 broad, gray back, sitting in the chair

. she had vacated. A brown hand

rested on the arm of the chair—a big hand, with strong, blunt fingers. And above the wide gray shoulders she saw a tanned neck and a well-shaped head with dark hair. : He moved. Beatrice drew back

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Fiercely her gloved hands curled “I'll see you again, you chloroformer, you!” she thought. But she was almost herself again when she walked into the lobby

. of the Algique. Clarence moved to-

ward her from the discreetly light-

‘ ‘ed lounge. He was terribly hand-

some, his tall body graceful as a

. cat's in the superbly tailored dark

suit. “Cara!” he whispered, “You are

" weary, no? Come, we shall have a

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His black eyes were tenderly solicitous. She thought, “How shrewd ClarHow well he understands me. He knows so much about : ”

women Over her glass she asked him, “Do you understand everything about ‘me, Clarence? Just every-

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he said caressingly, “Something has happened to you. Someone has been unkind, is it not? Tell me, sweet. ‘Was it the old Weeming?” “Of course not! It’s nothing.” She sipped her drink. Clarence was in love with her. He had to be, to have given up Mimi Frothingham who had just as much money and would have been easier to manage. In a way, Clarence was amazingly perceptive. She twirled the slim glass in her fingers. “Clarence,” she said softly, “Clarence, suppose I told you I'm unhappy, bored, restless. What would you say?” “Say?” The h black eyes glowed, and his hands reached for hers. “I would .say my little bird needs relaxation, happiness, new scenes, love, tenderness. In short, Beatrice, I would say that it is time for the honeymoon!” ” o ®

SHE DREW HER hands away. “But I don’t want to get married just yet, Clarence.” “My life is so pointless, Clarence. Taking a cruise and thinking it'll be wonderful. It’s not. One thing after another like that, turning into sawdust.” “Ashes, carissima,” said Clarence. “That is the classical expression, I believe. But: this is not serious, really. It will pass. After we are married.” She dropped her eyes. A sharp little ache of disappointment stung er. “Clarence,” she said lightly at last. “It’s the same old trouble. Tired business men have it with their wives, darling, and rich girls ltke me ‘have it with their flances. -don’t underst i® oe

“Ah! A moment ago, you thought I understood all too well.” “Let's leave it,” she said. But somehow, it could not be left. Even while they sat together in her car, and Jenkins drove to the club where Clarence lived, it nagged at her. At last she burst out, “Clarence, I think I'll go in for good works. Those social workers have always taken my checks but never let me do anything. I'm going to fix that! I want to do something! It’s the people who work who always seem to be happy.” “Work to do in the world?” he scoffed. “Ah, love, it’s not the people who work who seem so happy. It is only the people who are not happy, who looking at other people, think they are happy. You must know, to a girl in a five-and-ten-cent store, you appear to be the happiest creature in the world.” “I wish I were a girl in 2 five-and-ten-cent store!” she cried. “I'd live. I'd worry. I'd fall in love— I'd have some real feelings, some real emotions!” ! “You are having some real emotions now,” said Clarence, very softly. “Of course, you want to live!” His arms reached for her, and he held her tight. “With me, you shall live. I shall teach you what life is, Beatrice.” “Kiss me, little Beatrice. Kiss me and then dare to say you cannot have a real emotion!” Afterwards, he did not let her go. His lips against her hair, his voice husky with feeling, he said, “No more running away, Beatrice. Next week, we shall be married.”

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