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The Cortlandts of Washington Square By JANET A. FAIRBANK 1 ; ‘

DENSLEY HOWARD SYNOPSIS. —Returning to her home in * small town. Milton Center, from a visit to New York, the widowed mother of ten-year-old Ann Byrne announces her wedding to Hudson Cortlnndt. socially and politically prominent. Her husband has not been j xnn. and the new wife fears he will be displeased-. " Ith Ann. isrs. Cortlandt returns to New York, to the house of Hendricks Cortlandt, her husband"s brother, with whom the latter is living. Hudson practically refuses to have anything to do with Ann. and the child is gladly adopted by Hendricks Cortlandt Ann's mother and stepfather are lost at aea. Ann fills a gap in Hendricks Cortlandt's lonely heart. The situation is resented by Mrs. Henneslyer. H< ndricks' sister, whose son. Hendricks, has been looked upon as the natural heir of the Cortlandt wealth. The Civil war breaks out A tentative engagement between young Renneslyer and Ann Is understood, the youth enlisting. War hospitals are established in New York, and Ann takes up the work of cheering the wounded back from the front. With her guardian, Ann vl’lts Renneslyer in his encampment on the outskirts of Waahr ington and meets noted people.

CHAPTER Vlll—Continued. _s__ The cnptaln caught the won!#, and turned. "Ye*," he drawled, "I reckon I’m a good Union man, all right. . . . I had a right smart start In business In Chattanooga, a home there, and all that, and now toy family's been .turned out. of course. They're In <’hicago, my wife and two little girls, in • a hoarding house. An’ here I am. In a blue uniform, flgirtin’ fr the North, against my own brothers an’ my wife’s father. . . . Yen. I reckon I’ve earned a right to be considered a good Union man. I’ve paid the price." Ann looked at him with shining eyes. In the embarrassed silence which followed his outburst. When' !hfy rode on. several of the officers received permission to go with th<-n», nrd Hendricks was crowded away.frccn his coveted place by Ann’s side. They came across the colonel, making the rounds of his outpost, and he begged well-known Mr. Cortlandt, the pretty ’girl nnd the group of brilliant young staff officers to come back to his tent for refreshment before returning to Washington. "Try our camp faro," he urged. "It IS rough, but it la what your army fights on." Ann accepted nt once, eager to sample the soldiers* rations, but when, after some delay, the collation was prewired, It proved to be a rather . elaborate luncht>on. served with champagne from a box under the colonel’s .camp bedstead! When they had finished they had to hurry back to Washington, lest Lieutenant llenneslyer should overstay his leave. The escort of young officers parted from them regretfully at the gates of the mansion, and Ann I and Mr. Cortlandt and Hendricks trotted steadily on. They had little op- : portunity for nveregtlon until the bridge was reached, when they pulled the horses down to a walk. The© Hendricks spoke, with an air of one who unburdens himself of something he has long had on his mind. "Ann, I’m not sure I shall allow you | ft? go on with this hospital work. I don’t half like It." Ann was frankly aghast. Was this What It meant to become engaged, she wondered? Must she submit to Hendricks’ Judgment—she who so seldom Mgreed with him? "I wouldn’t stop working In the hospitals, even If uncle told me to," She said, with heightened color. Mr. Cortlandt hastened to Intervene. *ln that case, my dear. I shan’t Interfere. . . . But I think you are wrong in thia, Hendricks.'... I entirely approve at her work. It has my sanction.” At this Important support the boy Allowed the subject to drop, but he relapsed into gloom again, and did not emerge when he left them, on the outskirts of town. At the hotel Ann learned that there was to be a reception that evening at the White House. “Couldn’t we get Invitations?" she demanded of Mr. Cortlandt. He laughed. “We wouldn’t need any, toy child. The whole world Is free to walk in." “Then we will go? We needn’t stay long. u?cle, but I must see the President.” •That’s a good reason for going. Hl admit," he allowed, yielding with a sigh. The crowd was extraordinarily varied. Congressmen from agricultural districts, bearing timid rural wives on their arms, clumped In, in thick boots. Rlegant young men from the foreign embassies sauntered through the throng, detached and amused at this spectacle of democracy, generals in (ala uniform stood importantly about, fashionable creatures, dressed, like Ann. in their best maneuvered their vast skirts skillfully, gentlemen. who were in Washington angling for contracts, lay In wait for senators and cabinet members, and plain people of the inconspicuous walks of life rubbed elbows with the rich and great. The President stood at the door of the second parlor, with a secretary beffide him who gave him the names of his callers. Ann’s first impression was of his extraordinary height, for he . tewered over the people about him, |tnd then the amazing charm of his face caught her: tragic, humorous, distinguished and kindly, she adored him, at first sight. He was obviously bored a’ »>• tiraamn* reremonv of

I handshaking. When Mr. Cortlandt I turned up In line, however, his face I brightened amazingly. “My dear j friend,” he said, “what a horrible oci casion for you!" He laughed, and became another man from the care-worn j host of a moment before. Mr. Cortlandt presented Ann, nnd i the President shook her hand warmly, looking deeply into her ardent eyes, with the penetrating glance of a man who is a rapid judge of character, j "You’ll find Mrs. Lincoln over yonder," Ihe said. “I wish I could take you to i her." The secretary spoke another name, and Ann end her guardian were swept ‘ on. “That's oyer,” Mr. Cortlandt sighed, relieved. The rooms were becoming more crowded, and Mr. Cortlandt soon declared it was time to go back to the hotel. The following day there was a great I review of the troops by General McClellan. Mr. Cortlandt and his Ward drove out to the field east of the Capitol In an open carriage. When the review was over and HenI dricks was free to join them, he found Ann chatting, with smiling eyes and lips, with a slim younjf horseman in | civilian dress. As he approached he j resentfully observed that they were talking in French, and he marveled at Ann's ease In the foreign language. He approached sulkily and greeted her with an air of stern proprietorship. The young Frenchman lifted a supercilious eyebrow at his manner with ‘so lovely a lady. “How do you do, Hendricks?" the girl said demurely. “I want to present you to the Due de Chartes." As Hendricks faced his first duke in the flesh, he was seized by a paralyz- ! Ing embarrassment that took the form of making him appear sulkier than before. He cast resentfully about in his | small French vocabulary for words I that would Impress the elegant young officer. As it happened, however, he said, "Monsieur —” and halted, for the luck of verbs. “It is my cousin," Ann murmured, I as though no warmer tie bound them. “Ah—your cousin!” Realizing Hen- ) dricks’ embarrassment, the young stranger spoke In careful English. “I i congratulate you. Monsieur." ' “Thank you,” Hendricks blurted out. “Is it because I am her cousin—or because I am going to marry her?” “So?” inquired the Frenchman. “In •very way, then. I offer you my felicitations!" He did not linger after that, but rode over to Join the little knot of officers about General McClellan, to whom he had offered his services for the war. That night the Fifty-Fifth New York entertained distinguished guests at dinner in the officers’ dining tent. The soldiers had hung the canvas walls with flags—the Tricolor, and the Stars and Stripes were crossed fraternally—and the French cooks of the regiment outdid themselves, for the President and Mrs. Lincoln ate with the officers’ mess, together with a large and Imposing company. Ann’s eyes sparkled as she swept into her ‘ place between the major and Hendricks. The excitement went to her j head somewhat, and she amazed Hendricks by. the rapidity and Inconsequence of her remarks. The dinner over. Mr. Cortlandt lingered to talk commissary with the 1 colonel, and the delay gave Hendricks i his opportunity. Ann made no objections to being drawn away from the gallant attentions of an entire mess; . she went, with the utmost docility, to ! stroll in the moonlight, but it seemed I to the boy that she was strangelj’ quiet, following so closely upon h<|r animation at the table. He adroitly ■ '■ I \ ) *•' isS AiCx \ ■-! \ (Hr \ ■/Lcv\ Yj Mr. Cortlandt Presented Ann, and the President Shook Her Hand Warmly. drew her to a place where the trees grew thick. On the verge of the black shade the girl paused, with a little laugh that trembled. “Come on," Hendricks urged Impatiently. “It is pretty here!" He seised her hands and pulled her forward. “I haven't seen you all day," he complained. “There hasn't been time," Ann said listlessly. Suddenly Hendricks tung his arm around her, and crushed her to him; all his day’s despondency flared into a sudden gust of passion that surprised him as much as it did the girt. She tried to push him away, but in an Instant his Ups found hers and he was kissing her fiercely. When he let,her go they were both breathless. “Oh?" gasped Ann. “How rough you are!” Panic seised him. “I am eorrvba

said humbly. “Really, Ann. ... I didn’t mean to.” They went back to the camp at once, so quickly that Hendricks bad only an impression of Ann’s flying draperies, and Just ahead of him, her profile, cut keen nnd black against the moonlight. When he reviewed that five minutes, after his uncle had taken | the girl back to town, he could not re- ■ member that she had spoken at all, but he recalled vividly, with a hot flush of resentment, how she had leaped a tiny brook, rather than take his hand. He told himself, as he settled down to sleep that night, that the next day he would get leave of absence and make it up with her, but when he reached Washington, at noon, he found that Ann and her unde had already left for New York. • • • • • • • Late in February Hendricks obtained a second leave of absence in order to come to New York, and only Mr. Cortlandt's dedded refusal to countenance It kept Mrs. Renneslyer from clamoring for a hasty wedding while her son was at home. Ann reI celved the news of his arrival with (the proper expressions of pleasure, : but her guardian thought that her eni thusiasm was forced, and her sudden nervous docility depressed him. He had an amazing sense of relief when a second telegram announced that the regiment was at last ordered to break camp, and that Hendricks’ furlough had again been canceled. “Off to the front 1” The whole family thrilled to the words, in common with an anxious country, relieved to see action at last, In the long dormant Army of the Potomac. The New York papers were filled with reports of the home regiments, and Ann was able, day by day, to trace Hendricks’ progress through the enemy’s country. As a delayed and reluctant spring rushed into a hot summer, she learned the dismal trick of searching the published list of the dead, wounded and missing, but the casualties of the Fifty-Fifth were light in its early engagements. She continued her work. As the numbers of sick men doubled, she doubled her efforts; there seemed no end to her vitality, no limit to her capacity to serve. Hendricks, whom she had not seen for so long, became a more and more unreal lover, but her engagement was not the more desirable to her because of that. She tried not to think of it, as the months ran on. CHAPTER IX Densley Howard. Ann was enormously tired, after two years of doing the same dreary thing day after day; her very soul was weary of illness and of pain. Mr. Cortlandt was overworked and weary, and Hendricks had never once, in the two years since his re-eniistment, been able to get a leave of absence long enough for a visit to New York. Every Sunday morning she wrote to him. with painstaking regularity—that had become a routine —and now and then answers came through; It was her custom to pass these letters of his about the family circle, for her lover was a temperate writer; there were no intimacies for her eyes alone. She sighed at the hospital door. A rush of bad air swept out at her, and the gloom of the hallway yawned before her. Ann shook herself petulantly. “If something would only happen," she murmured, half aloud. The first doctor she met said to her, “Miss Byrne, have you see our new patient?" Ann shook her head, and he led her across the ward to point out a man who had been brought in during the night "From Libby prison." he explained, briefly. » Ann studied the emaciated face on the pillow, and thought that. In all her experience in the hospitals, she had never seen any one In a more forlorn condition than this newcomer. He was, in the first place, thin beyond belief;

Big City Created From Jungle

Example of Englieh “Luck" It Shown in the Growth of the Port of Singapore. Singapore, which by a vote in the British bouse of commons Is to have >30,000,000 expended on It to make it an impregnable naval base, already is heavily fortified, and in strategic position is the Gibraltar and Aden of the Far East, says a bulletin from the Washington headquarters of the National Geographic society. The great trading center and fortress of today is a shining example of how Great Britain has “muddled”—as the British themselves put it—into possession of some of the world’s most important strategic gateways. Singapore is an Island 27 miles long by 14 wide, and just- misses being the southernmost point of the continent of Asia by a half-mile channeL It is at tha funnel point of the Strait of Malacca, which extends between the Malay peninsula and the island of Sumatra, the great water highroad between India and Chlaa. Little more than a century ago the island, owned by the sultan of Johore on the nearby mainland, was a deserted Jungle save for a little fishing village. Ships In the China trade passed it by as they passed many another jungle shore; the only ports of call in that region of the world were those on the Dutch Islands of Sumatra and Java. But thaw ports took a big toil in fees, and Sir Stamford Baffles, an

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his cheek-bones stuck out like headlands above a rough blonde beard, and below it, the cords of his throat showed pitifully. His face was very white, under its grime of travel; he might easily have been dead as he lay there, and Ann put out a frightened hand and pushed the fair hair back from his wasted temples. Her touch roused the man, and suddenly his eyes opened wide for a moment. They seemed enormous, in his dead-white (face, and they were deliciously, penetratingly, blue. His lips parted, and drew down in the ghost of a cynical smile. “I never felt softer ones." he murmured. Ann retreated swiftly, but the nameless patient had already lapsed back into unconsciousness. All day she had him In her mind, as she went about her round of duties; it was extraordinary how often she contrived to pass the cot where he lay. Shortly after noon he revived again, A, Uk I© riw v aBL “Miss Byrne, Have You Seen Our New Patient?" and a little brandy was put between his passive lips. A second spoonful stirred him to something resembling a faint vitality. He fixed his eyes on Ann’s and said amiably: “You’ll have me as drunk as a lord If you give me much of that on an empty stomach." “I’ll get you something to eat," she volunteered, eagerly. The man frowned Impatiently. “It is easier not,” he murmured. “I’ll feed you,” Ann offered. She commandeered a bowl of soup from a passing nurse. Her patient obviously did not want the soup, and equally obviously, disliked to say so, in the face of Ann’s eager helpfulness. When she finally desisted, and the man lay flat again, exhausted by the little effort of lifting his head, he said, politely, “Thank you. . . I wish I felt the w-ay you look.’’ “The way I look?” she repeated encouragingly. She wanted him to talk. The soup was having its effect, and there was more strength to his voice as, he said, “Do you mind telling me where I am?" “You are in an army hospital in New York." "New York?” . . . It goes to prove what I have always said—the place has no atmosphere. . . . Put me in Paris, dying, and I'd know—and hate to die! ... Or Florence —there’d be something there to whisper to my spirit, and keep me happy to the verge. . . . Well —‘this is my own. my native land!’ ” “I wish you would tell me your name." “Densley Howard." “Oh!” There was a startled note In Ann’s exclamation, but after her first Instinctive movement she did not draw back. “We are neighbors,” she said. “Are we?” his tone was indifferent “I am Hendricks Cortlandt’s niece." Howard smiled in his turn, polite.

official of the East India company, began to dream of a free British port that would facilitate trade. In 1819 be obtained the seemingly worthless island of Singapore for bls company for a small fee. Developments quickly proved him a prophet, for within two years the little trading center he established had a population of 10.000. It was only in 1822 that the British government consented to take an interest in the place. In the little more than 100 years since it was founded the Jungle of Singapore has given place to a huge city of close to 400,000 population, carrying on trade valued at a billion dollars annually—<me of the metropolises of the British empire. Its quays and anchorages serve thousards of craft of all sorts and rises, from the picturesque, graceful Malay sampans and the stodgy Chinese junks to the familiar freighters of the West, and wh; t Kipling asserts are the ladylike" Duers. They build up Singapore's shipping to the tremendous total of 17,0c0,000 tons yearly. * From Our Woman Hater. Our tame misogynist growls that admiration tor a beautiful woman and a beautiful landscape are very similar. They l oth tire when you live too clow to them. After a s}ri has been married six months she uses fewer adjectives.

but wan. “I remember,” he said. “Tl ; e red-haired little devil who used to shy stones at my horse, when the governess wasn’t looking!” He closed h«s eyes on that quite definitely, and almost immediately he was asleep. Ann stood gazing gravely down an him. He didn’t, she reflected, look bad. She remembered vague but persistent rumors of mysterious deeds. . . . He was, in the language of the square, “wild.” . . . She wondered. ... He didn’t look wild—she thought he had a look of almost boyish sweetness. The next morning the newcomer hailed her weakly, as she would have passed his cot with only a shy smile. “Haven’t you been brought up to gay good-morning?” he demanded gayly. Ann paused, while she solemnly selected a carnation pink from the handful she carried. “I brought you this,” she said, smiling tentatively as she went to lay her flower on the table beside his bed. Unexpectedly, he caught her fingers, and she could feel that his were ominously hot. "Thank you," he said. When she would have withdrawn her hand, he drew it to his lips and kissed it. The girl’s eyes widened and she caught her fingers attay tempestuous ly, but In the face of Howard's apparent innocent pleasure in his friendly act she felt that she was being gauche and awkward, so she said nothing. 1 “Do you know,” the young man went smoothly on, “I have a confession to make to you?” He paused, and Ann’s grave eyes interrogated him./‘ln the night, when I didn’t sleep, flay and thought about you. . . . You came in here, when I was Just decently dying — when I thought this business of life was all over—and willed me to live. ... I couldn’t go on dying, after that, without being rude to you!" "I am glad you have such good manners,” Ann ventured, shakily. “If it wasn’t for you, I’d be in a long pine box by this time, qnd my good brother Willy would be ordering mourning with a silver lining. . . . Well, you willed me to live —and I don’t even know 7 your name!" “Ann Byrne.” “Ann. . . . It’s rather sweet. . . . Well, Ann, what are you going to do about me?” Ann hesitated. She looked deliberately up and down the ward, graywhite and dreary in the light that came through rain-lashed windows. Her glance dropped to Densley Howard. and their eyes met. “I wish,” she said unsteadily, “that I could take you away from this horrid place.” “I wish you might. It’s beautiful of you to think of anything so delightful.” Densley’s eyes and lips were transfigured by the sweetness of his smile, and for a moment neither of them spoke. “We’ll just have to make the best of it here,” he declared at length. “Will you spend hours—every day—talking to me?” Ann nodded, breathless at the thought. “If I can only manage not to bore you." He managed this with ease. At first, when his weakness was pathetically apparent, she bullied him shamelessly, and he submitted with a touching docility. They discussed the most commonplace things, but Howard managed to give a new significance to them. On her way home that night Ann paused for a moment in front of Densley’s house, closed since the death of his father, years before, and she nodded and smiled at the old nursecaretaker. In an upper window. She knew all about her. and her old-time affection for Densley. (lie had not been in the hospital many days when Ann began to be miserably aware of the possible comment on her devotion to him. She caught herself wondering if the men In the neighboring cots’were gossiping about it, and now and then she raised her voice In order that they might realize how Innocuous their conversation was. She did not mention her misgivings to Howard, for so complete was her respect for his sophistication that she feared he might think her ridiculous. Instead, she told him that she bad seen his old nurse, and that once she had gone In through the creaking front door to tell her that "Mr. Densley" was better. “Maggie is sure that If you would only go home you would get well at once.” she ventured. "Home? You mean to Washington square? Back to the house I was born In? That would be—-complete.” "You might be lonely .there.” Ann’s look skillfully Included the harassing nearness of his fellow-patients. "Do you mean that you wouldn’t come to see me?” Ann hesitated. The fright in his voice was too delicious to soothe immediately. “I shouldn’t be allowed to,” she said demurely. “Mr. Cortlandt?” "He might let me come—but he Is In Washington. ... He won’t be at home again for two weeks.” “Two weeks! It will be all over for me before that I . . . But It would be a good finish.” “Do you mean—that yon—are going —to dler Howard nodded. "A campaign and Libby weren’t just the best things in the world for a constitution like mine, I imagine. ... My mother died of lung fever, too. . . . She was years younger than L . . . But we won’t talk about It” "No," cried Ann, “and we won’t think of it! You shall get well!” Howard’s tender gaze quieted her. “Til get out of this place, at any rate," he said, throwing all the energy he had into his voice, “and you shall do your best to make my ugly house

I cheerful. I’ll give you carte blanche Sp-you shall spend a fortune in paint Lid flowers —we’ll show Willy money Jean fly, before he gets it all! Will youVA.nn? Will you?” Hek eyes widened eagerly. “Oh, I shouldXust love to!” she said childishly. n. It was Ann who consulted the doctor about move, and to her consternation hX confirmed Densley’s hopeless prediction. “I doubt if it would hurt him to go,” he said. “Os course he understands that he may die any day—or possibly live for a month or six weeks.” The girl hesitated no longer; if Howard had only a few weeks to live, she determined to make them as much to his liking as she could. He told her what he wanted done to the house: it seemed to Ann clear madness to remove the rich imitation red velvet paper from the walls of the dignified front room where old Mr. Howard had set up his black walnut bedroom set, and lived and died in airless luxury; but in the face of Densley Howard's desire to reproduce, as nearly as possible, some clearly ugly, foreign setting, she obeyed directions, and swallowed her objections. His last request before he left the hospital, the royal command to fill the place with flowers, was more sensible, she thought. She took over an armful of hothouse roses, which glowed sweetly in the cool white room, and stuck a branch of flowering crab in the bay-window, where the afternoon sun would wake it to a translucent glow. When Densley Howard was finally established in Washington square, the importance of her hospital service suddenly dwindled for Ann. The long afternoons, empty as a perfect gilded bowl, were her own, to do with as she pleased, and she poured into them the richness of association with Densley. He never talked of his symptoms nor allowed her to burden him with inquiries as to his condition. He settled that on the first day. “Some one of these days,” he said, “I shall just; die—quite quietly. . . . There is no one to care, particularly. . . . And now—let us never speak of it again. . . . That is settled.” Instead they talked of many delightful tilings, unimportant in themselves, but curiously intimate, in the isolated companionship of the bare white room. Densley reviewed his' life abroad, and discovered a wealth of beauty to the untutored girl. It was all magic to (Ann, and it was no wonder that the long spring afternoons seemed all too short. It was not until the third day of this easy companionship that he asked her the question which she had been dreading. She thought, when she came in, that he looked more ill than usual, and she could not suppress a murmur of pity. ’ He frowned at her ferociously; the tenderness to which she was accustomed had left his face, and the warm certainty of his liking was nil gone. “I have had a blow," he said. All at once she knew. “Some one has told you about Hendricks,” she answered. “Yes.” he replied. “The doctor told me. He says you are engaged to him—to Hendricks Renneslyer." Ann nodded. “I am.” Howard motioned Impatiently to her usual seat. “Come and sit down,” he ffl' JI fe p ** if “And Now—Let Us Never Speak of it Again. 1 * commanded. “Let us get at the bottom of this. ... It can’t be.” “But it is." Her valiant smile was dreary. “I saw him at Fairfax CourtHouse.” “You saw him? You saw Hendricks? You never told me! How did he look?” “He looked —stupid.” “Oh, that Isn’t •fair! He is a very good officer.” “Yes —good as the deuce! Roars out his orders at his men so that they shake in their shoes! Frowns like a regular Zeus if anything crosses him. . . . But, Ann —you must believe me —he would never know why life is fair.” The tenderness had come back into his eyes, as for a profound moment they held hers. “But—is life fair?” she asked confusedly. “There seems to me to be so much pain—so much unhappiness." “In the official list of men who have gloriously fallen* the name of Hendricks Renneslyer ap- - —- ‘ i ICTO BS QQNTXNUKIU

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