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was it that was being talked about?" "Mercy, mercy And tiow should I know that? You must stop thinkins of such things. Doris. It la had for the baby, you know." Mrs. Du Vai was blushing furiously. • "There now, Doris.- You must forgive me. ! have not been very delicate. 1 have J? But I was so worried. To j day has been too much for you. Now. how we won't mention It again. I know that ymins girls are sensitive , about such subjects." Suddenly- the meaning of the often repeated phrase, “at such a time." was clear. She looked with, startled eyes at Mrs. Du VaL Os course. She might have knowfu that was it. All those little worries about her exercise, her diet, taking care of herself, all those •ly littlelboks: she was supposed to be an eX]«ectant mother? And of-i i j course she was not going to be a I ; mother. Os that she was certain Now | the meaning of Rocky's words unray- | eled: “No need to worry about Doria” ( Did Rocky, too, think she was going to . have a child? I She ojvened her mouth. “I'm not—" ' but the French woman's little ringed hand was already over her lipa The. small kindly eyes looked at. her warn- , ingly. . ■ "Ton must not say another word. , You are too excited!" f D->rls’ eyes, big and full of anxiety, looked at Mrs. Du Vat What was the use of trying to tell anything now? She would' only be thought overwrought Sooner or later she must straighten this thing out Tonight there were other things site wanted, to find out “But about this murder—" i "No. no. No more talk," In silence Doris allowed Mrs Du Vai to tuck the covers about her chin. She was thankful when the light was turned out, and she was left alone. X She tried to think why It was that she bad never before thought of this explanation of Mrs Du Vai's solidtude. But how could she have sup posed such a thing about herself? Now she sat up In bed clutching at throbbing temples. If this wore so. then she was not Rocky's wife. Rocky's wife was some other forlorn waif. In her frenay she pictured this other woman as a sort of Biltmore ghost walking, walking through the big lobby looking for a Mrs. Du Vai that never came. The shapes and shadows In the room were assum ing grotesque outlines, pointing accua Ing fingers, “You are not Mrs. Rockwall Du Vai. You are not Rocky's wife at all. You belong to the man In the cab." She tossed all night, not quite knowing whether she slept or dreamed waking nightmares. At dawn she rose with a painfully contracted heart and knelt down before the picture of Rocky. In his pictured eyes she tried to read the truth about her relationship to him. He had grown so familiar to her that she could not believe that she bad never seen the real man. Even though her mind conjured up po recollection of him that went beyond that silver frame, shestUl knew that Image so weii that she believed him to be her husband. "Tou must be. Tou must be.” she whispered. "Fate could not be so cruel as to give you to me only in j—lw bailsTU.* The brant coming In from the open window was sharp. She sneezed, •ad shivered; la ths long mirror she caught a glimpse of her slim figure in Its thin lacy nightgown. Her eyes were feglgH W «****• flaming unnatural-

to the mati In the «rt» She tried to I* rational. There must be some way that H L. V, could be Rocky’s Initials. S-metimes people's initials were <jtt:!e different from what you thought they would he. people who went by nicknames. Her brain whirled. She felt determined to prove to her self that she was married to Rocky. H L. V r-R D, V There seemed no escape from those awful initials. Why hadn’t <hc thought of This liefore? She had often u«»he to sleep with her fingers on the small circle, thinking <>f it always as Rih ky’s present to her S! e had- re-i-eii tier ed that there was a V and had taken It for granted thht they were Rocky's initials. NOW she accused herself guiltily She had wanted to think herself married to Rocky. And why? Why. th heavens name why? She asked herself excitedly. A man she had never seen. A man she might not even like. There were several reasons. First. If she were married to Rocky she couldn't tw married to the man in the cab Second, she liked Rocky's people. And third? Well third, she must have allowed herself to grow quite sentimental and silly over Rocky's pi entire. She was tut If way In love with him. And there was no use denyihg that. So she whipped her tired brain, accused herself guiltily hour after hour. How many days passed In this way she did not know but one morning when she was beginning to feel better physically. If not mentally, she became conscious Os great excitement seething beyond her room. There'was bustling and banging of doon In the hallway. Mrs. Du Vai came hurrying in. Her small eyes were dancing with joy be hind her round glasses. "You must not excite yourself, Doria” she exclaimed. "Ton are feeling almost well, are you not, dear Doris?" "Oh yes. 1 feel well enough to get up." "No, no. Not yet. Do not get excited. Doria" she rejHMtted. Mra Du Vai sat herself down In a ehair and watched l*orls eat her breakfast. Evidently she was bursting with news which she was longing to tell Doris "I have for you a surprise." said Mra Do VaL "That ought to make me feel quite well." said Doria trying to be amiable, and to look cheerfully expectant. She knew that this wasn't true She could hardly bear to think of something new happening. Things were complicated enough. Yet she" felt that she must know. What lf*r. ° But Mra Du Vai waa shaking her head. She had made up her mind about something. She came close to Doria bent over her affectionately, kissed her warm brow, "Some day soon, you must prepare to see my boy Rocky," she said tenderly, “that was all I meant to tell '/you. I have heard from him." All the color seemed to have been [ lifted out of Doris' face. Something I sickening stirred within her. Her • vplce? was buried beneath a pile of I despairing thoughta Speechlessly, she I looked at Mrs Du VaL k "Ah. It shocks you. But he loves I you." Mra Du Vai's firm cheek was j against her hair. "Do not worry so—ho Is your busband. He loves you." Some time after Mra Du Vai had ! gone. Doris lay there without stirring. 1 She had closed her eyes, And Mrs. Du VaL fall of kind discernment, had left her. In all this maze of worry, nothing quite as stupendous as this i had haooened.

The man she was supposed to be named to—a man she bad never seen —was on his way to her now. She sat up suddenly. Mr*. Du Vai isd not told her everything.* That change which had come over Mrs. Du Fal’s face when she first spoke of the surprise. It meant something. It neent that she feared Doris was not yell enough to hear It—the whole ruth. She slipped her feet into her nules and got to the door, her heart testing with suppressed vehemence. "Estelle," she called softly down the tall, to the maid. Estelle apiteared. a prim consternaion in her eyes. “You are not up, Madam?" she raid reproachfully. •‘Yes." Doris' words came In Jerks, 1 was afraid, tell me when, how soon loes Mr. Rocky get here?" “Not until this evening. But you are ired." She took Doris by the arm. "This evening? Do you mean he’ll >e »ut here—ln this house —this evening?" “Yea, Madam. You did not under* rtand?" Estelle looked sympatnetlc but not alarmed. “No." Doris, breathless for a minute, sat down at the foot of the bed. *1 didn't understand. When did he—" the fastened gradually awakening eyes on the maid, “—wilt you bring me—no, never mind, thank you. That will be sit But Estelle." she called after her i moment later, “if you please, don't mention this. 1 mean my being so shocked, to Mrs. Du Vai. will yon? It would worry her." The day passed slowly. She Was living in an Inner stillness that was beyond fear. If Rocky turned out not to be her husband—but that Just couldn't he. Somehow when he’came the kinks would have to be straightened out. If he knew about her loss of memory--If he were to turn out kind and Fate i»a<l taken her to the Biltmore. Surely It could not prove unkind now that Rocky was actually on his way here. , Mrs. Du Vai came In for the last time. “Ah. Doris, I have news that should make you fee! strong and happy, Rocky's boat got In this morning. He Is driving out here now. He ought to be here very soon." Doris squeezed her hands together nervously. "I—l think I will wait up here until he comes." “Yes. dear, that will be best You must rest quietly. Besides, I know young people like best to he alone when they meet after a long separation." As I\»ris was still silent she came up her and whispered: “Do not fear. I know that you and Rocky have not been—ah— shall we say—no, we will say nothing. It is only a lover's quarrel between you. dear. You must not take it so hard. After this separation you will be happy together once more—happy as can be." “I—l hope so," said Doris nervously. She sighed with relief as the tittle French woman closed the door. She .beard the sound of a car tn the driveway at last From the window she saw a tall young man leaping but Oscar Du Vai was there. She heard the happy voice of Rocky's, mother. She waited in stiff agony for what Seemed ages. Would he never come upstairs to see his wife? At last came the sound of his footsteps mounting. Now was the moment. She tried to realize what It might mean. Her mind could not grasp It. He was on the threshold —she. wanted to run away. The handle was rattling. The door was opening. Then he was Inside her room, Yes, he was Rocky,, the man in the picture, the man been secretly dwelling in her heart for so many weeks. Rocky I His young face was chang-

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His Yeung Face Was Changing. From Expectancy It Had Changed to a Dumb Stare. Ing. From expectaucy it bad changed to a dumb stare. A sudden darkness curtained her last hope. Blindly she waited. He shouted his greeting. “Who the b—l .are youF - • 4 CHAPTER IV Thia was nightmare. Hope departed. She was not Rocky's wife. His contemptuous eyes told her that even more than his words. She rat looking at him hopelessly, her romantic thoughts about him mocking her Ironically. His return had not brought peace and memory. She faltered mechanically. “I’m—l’m Doris!” "Doria!" He was bigger, tdeer than his picture. Even with rage written on his face ahe liked him. Rut the scorn In his voice made her feel cheap, a wispy bride tn a tawdry blue dress waiting for n happiness that would never come. “I'm Doria," she repented. At least

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It had not come to her yet that she ' wasn’t. “The b—l you are There was no mistaking his sane ' fury. He threw his bags In th«- middle ( of the room. He jabbed bis bands Into his thin hips so that his arms : were set like angular weapons between ; her and escape. ' -I—" she began weakly. “Well?” It seemed to her that he was being unreasonably mean. The thought brought strength and she rose. "WeUF she said. “Where’s my wife?" “How do I know?" It was silly. But she did not know what to say. His anger was mounting. He was growing red. She surveyed him, looking at the tall well-knit figure, the face which looked so like the youthful Image she had half allowed herself to love in her loneliness. Yes, he looked like the hero of her visions, but his actions were very different. If j he were only halfway decent! A new emotion came. It was anger. What right had he to stand there accusing her? She had done nothing to de- : serve this. His tone was sneering, uncontrolled. And what his tongue held back his eyes were saying, calling her dreadful names, suspecting her of things he didn’t dare speak of. •‘You can't —you can’t talk to me like that." Her voice wavered. Her eye* were starry with frustrationjfaat was near to tears. “1 can’t?” he Jeered. “IX»me back to my home, expecting to find my wife here as she said slie would be, and I find instead someone else masquerading In front of my Innocent parents. Who the h—l do you think you are to ! play a trick like -that on my mother!" I She looked at him steadily. She was stone cold, paralyzed with embarrassment ; unable to think, unable to speak! “Nervy, aren’t you?” His mouth twitched slightly as he looked down at her. For a minute something kinder—aloof admiration maybe—swept over , his features. But it passed grimly. “Well, in your business, you gotta be, j I guess. That's all right. But some- 1 times the nerviest thing you can do Is to tell the truth. IX warning you. What happened? Why did she send you here?" Her fingers passed diffidently over j the Soft brown waves of her hair. It ; was an unconsciously helpless gesture. She sat down in a chair, facing him ! dumbly. “I dont know. what you j mean." she said. “No one sent me here. Your mother brought me here." I Her perplexity seemed to have a j hypnotic effect. For a minute Rocky I looked dumbly back at her. But the | fires of righteous indignation put him back on his guard. “Yes, Mother did bring you here,"—his voice was kinder as he spoke of his mother—“you’re right about that. She wrote me about meeting you and bringing you home with her. But that’s not what worries me." His face came closer again, half menacingly. “I want to know how you happen to be In Doris’ place!" In Doris’ place! So there was a Doris. Fhe was not Doris then? She looked up at the young man with tortured eyes. She moistened her lips. He looked slightly shaken by her evident agony. Then he quickly hardened. “Come on. No baby doll on the witness stand business. I want to know —" “Who I am?” Doris finished it questionlngly. He waved a hand. “Never mind that. I know d —n well who you are. I want —" "Who am I?” said Doris joyfully. He clucked angrily. “You know d—n well what I meant. I meant you were a friend of Doris’. Doris didn’t want to come to the country, so she pawned you off on my parents." A hurt movement clenched his Jaw sharply. “She’ll find out —" He turned his face away, so that she saw the line of determination written on his profile. A pang struck through her. He loved this other girl. This Doris. He looked back with new contempt In his eye*. "You women are all alike. You’ll do anything for money. Let me tell you one thing. Doris promised you some dough for this, no doubt. Welt you won’t get a cent. Not a cent" Doris rose. She waved her hands in .the air in exasperation. “I don’t know your Doris, I tell you. I don’t know her!" “Then how did you get here?" Doris collapsed. She sat down on the edge of the bed. Again suspicion seemed about to conquer him. “You know I think I’ll hand you over to the police F Dorie breathed deeply. Was all this finally to end In the police court? His mocking smile came again: “She registers terror!" he raid unpleasantly. : “Very good. Lifelike. Go to the bead of the class." He sat down beside her. “Come on. Baby, come clean I g hat’s the story?” She did not answer. She was thinking suddenly of Mr*. Du VaL “Your mother?" she said anxiously. “What about my mother*’ But now his face showed slight signs of sytn pathy—a sympathy not for her. "I can’t bear to have her know Whet will she thinkF “A lot you care." he said bitterly—- “ Poor mother —" *T do care —Oh please believe me l feel terribly about her—’’ “You should have thought 'of that when you were tricking her." “I didn’t trick her." He meditated. His gray eyes on the pretty carpet “You’ve got hw d—d fond Os you—" "If* awful," said Doris miserably. He walked up and down, ehewing hl* Up. “Awkward. Designing little devil!” “Oh, Tm not.” * “ "Shut up." Doris was angry. “You needn’t bo so frightfully rude.” “No?—Well, It’s a pleasure. Shut up while I think what to da" He walked up and down. Doria sat on the edge of the bed. watching him dismally. “I didn’t plan this. Truly I didn’t" “No. ’ sald Rocky satirically. “I suppose It Just happened by accident," A hot sense of injustice came to Dorth She rose. “No, really you don't understand. As soon as your mother raw me she took mo in her anna. She was glad to see

me. She said I was her daughter. I thought—” She could not go on. Tears were choking her voice. j Rocky raid coldly. "You seem very good at falling in someone's arms. So is your friend Doris." Twisting her handkerchief reproachfully, she said, “You seem perfectly heartless about Doris. It’s a nice way to talk about your wife, I’m sure. And you didn’t even write to her while you were away." He flushed uncomfortably, threw himself down on the couch. “Look here. It’s no good going on fighting like this. At least you’re decent about Mother, she’s all I care about really—mother and father. I don’t get your game exactly, but—" It was intolerable “I have no game." she rose and went to the closet. “I don’t have to stand being treated like a criminal." She deposited her small suit case on the bed. "I’m packing." He stood up with a roar. “Not by a d—n sight If you tjiink you can rope us in like this. you’d better think again." | “I’m going, since T don’t belong here.” She walked swiftly to her dressing table, gathering up, her cold cream, her hair brush. His lips looked ttjin. They twisted sarcastically. . “What am I supposed to do if you leave?? . “I don’t know." “And you don't care! Well. I’ll tell you. Miss. I’m goinje to go on playing your game. I’m going to go on playing Doris’ game.” He smiled. “We’re married. SeeF I “Married?" . “Don’t worry. You’ll be quite safe from my brutal attacks." She flushed. ‘Tm not afraid of you." 4 . "You’ve got no rehtwn to be.” Suddenly Doris collapsed in a heap of helpless laughter Rocky looked at her blankly. “What’s so funnyF “What is this about?” He sat down smiling ruefully. “I’m sorry. I guess I’m a little excited. My point is simply that} T’haven’t rhe face to go downstairs and tell my father and mother that I am not married to you. They're crazy about yon.” Doris’ anger dripped away. “I am sorry. It’s a rotten situation.” “Then help me." “What can I do?“ “Well listen.” - He walked to the window and looked out “Gosh, it’s beautiful out tonight. I don’t mind admitting that my family wouldn’t have been nearly so pleased if —” he walked restlessly to the dressing table, stared at himself In the mirror “G—d. I’m a fool.” He turned at last to Doris with a smile that was slightly be seeching “Couldn’t you possibly go on pretending for a day br two longer?" Doris was amazed. “But I’m an tmpastor" ' “Yes, but—" ; | “But they’ve got to find out sooner or later.” He nodded gloomily. “I suppose so. The real Doris—"l “What’s the real Doris like?” He looked at her skeptically. “You still maintain that you don’t know Well maybe you don't. But I'll say this much that jvhen Mother wrote how much she liked my—my wife, I was never more surprised In my life.” Doris stood with averted head. “What will “your I wife say when she finds out about me?" Rocky looked at her sharply. “Let's not discuss her right now. The point is. I’m due to walk downstairs with you on my arm. If—if they guessed the truth there would be a most lin * holy bust-up." ■ Doris shivered.? “I can't go through with It.” ; • Rocky said. ‘‘Well then. I Ihink it’s the best plan to go on pretending." “It. Isn’t very easy." “Well, we might as well be friends.” Rocky smiled. His face—so like that pictured friend -of hers —lighted up. His white even teeth were a surprise. As he spoke he [put his arm around Doris and lifted her to her feet. Anger shook her. away, “Is thst your idea of being friends?" He put his hand across his mouth, patted his lips mockingly. Then he pretended to cough respectfully. “My mistake.”! “I don’t like—i" “1 know, rknow.” Doris glared at him. “You know whatF “What you don’t like.” “What’s that, then." “My attitude." "I wasn’t going to ray that at all.” She caught a glimpse of heraelf in the mirror. She flushed, her hair slightly disheveled, but [that dress—the dress .did make her look nite. It steadied her to see herself in It. -1 was going to say that I don't like to. go down to dinner with a man who has soot all over his noee." “You win. It’s agreed, then, that we’re not going to give each other away.” . ~ “Not tonight anyway." They went down into the dining room. The candles on the tables beamed joyously.: Mr. and Mrs. Du Vai were full of a secret elation that showed la the burning of Oscar's dark eyes, and in the curve of Mrs. Du s*al'» happy lips. “Ah now, this is something." said Oscar Du Vai with satisfaction. He slipped behind Doris’ chair with an air of gay rivalry. Rocky held out his mother’s chair gallantly, xThe women seated themselves. "Such soup." sighed Rocky. “I haven't tasted anything as good as this for years." “You haven’t been home for years.” said Oscar Du VaL "You are a bad son." “Now that he is married it will be different. Ah yes. Doris will see that he comes home regularly, as a good boy should;" Doris did not dare to look np from her soup. Rocky changed the subject “How’s the Memorial coming on. Dad?’’ Oscar made an impolite noise. "Do not switch the talk like that, my boy. What do you care about the Memorial? Yon talk silly. Tonight we want to hear where yon and Doris plan to live. I do not approve of New York. It is too noisy. The dust Is bad for the children, lam right am I not AdoreeF

fils wife was ~ looking at him' reproachfully. It was evident that she considered Oscar was being far-froto delicate In alluding to the unborn children. Doris was so sensitive she had never once mentioned the child to her mother-ln*law. “Ob ouil, you are always right.”, said Mrs. Du Y’al disgustedly. She caught Doris’ embarrassed eye. and laughed slightly. “You should not live in New York." “No. he,” said Rocky loudly. “Don’t want to live in New York." His raised voice gave such an odd effect that both his parents stared at him in astonish nient. I!is face was red with the effort he was making to keep up his end of (he conversation. “In fact, we’ve just about settled to live tn Larchmont, haven’t we. Doris?” “Larch nont?" echoed Doris in astonishment. ” * “We saw such a dear little house there," said Rocky, “perched on the edge of the Sound. There were roses growing round the door—” “I shot Id think the salt water would ruin them.” said Oscar sardonically. Doris laughed hysterically. The fish was brought in and handed round. “Ah." sal d Rocky. “I don’t know when I’ve eate i sucb c fish." “The last time you were home, perhaps?" suggested Oscar. “Ah Toris.-protect him,” said Mrs. Du Vai. “His father will spoil the beautiful homecoming jvith all this sarcasm about how long it has been since we have seen Rocky." "He lieserves It." said Doris- sin cerely. | “Os course he deserves it. He runs away and marries a beantiful wife and does not even let his father know." (said Oscar morosely. “Then he telephones and says. ‘Oh,, by the way, I Have a wife. Take care of her while I go to Europe. She Is * wild one—that wife, so do not let her get away—she might go down to the village and get drunk if you don’t watch her very carefully.' Bah! Such talk I tell too there Is Something wrong with that '- v Rocky to say such things about a *-autifuL young girl like Doris." I ! (TO BE CONTINUED.)

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