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MANY WATERS BY MARGARET DELANO
(Continued from. Saturday.)
"Received from L. H.-i3mith, to
day for Hammond property, in Lin
den Hill." Then the comment: "A
whacking good price. I hardly ex
pected to get so much." The signi
ficance of this brief statement did not
penetrate her joy. She began eager
ly to look again for the other figures
and then turned back, perplexed.
$17,400 for the Hammond property?
Suddenly her eye caught another fa
miliar sum $3,000. Ah, now she
would find it! Yes, verily, so she
did ... . "Borrowed $3,000 from
Hammond Estate to pay back money
borrowed from Ropes Estate."
Suddenly it seemed to this poor
woman, sitting on the floor, her
whole slender body tingling with
fatigue it seemed as if something
fell, shuddering, down and down, and
down, in her breast. Strangely
enpugh, this physical recognition in
formed her soul. She heard herself
speak, as one falling into the uncon
sciousness of an anesthetic, hears,
with vague astonishment, words fal
tering unbidden from the lips. "No.
No. No;" came the body's frightened
Out in the hall the half-hour
struck, muffled and mellow. Then si
"God, if he did it, I can't live can't
Suddenly the happenings of the
day seemed to blur and run together,
and there was a moment, not of un
consciousness, but of profound indif
ference. Her capacity for feeling
snapped. But when she tried to rise
her whole being was sick, She stead
ied herself by the bookshelves; and
then, somehow, got upstairs. It was
the sight of the soft dress, with its
pretty laces, that sung her awake.
That dress; was it hers? Was she to
put it on? Was .she to go and sit
at the head of that shining table
down in the diningroom?
"But, you know, I CAN'T," she
But she did.
By the time Fleming and his coun
sel came tramping up from the gate,
at a quarter past seven, and stopped,
hilariously, to kick the snow off their
boots before entering the hall, Amy
flieming had arisen to meet the sum
mons of Life.
When Amy Fleming, ghastly, in her
pretty dinner dress, sought refuge in
the kitchen (the one spot where her
husband would not be apt to pursue
her), and stood listening to the
voices of the two men going upstairs,
Mary Ann, the waitress, needed no
information that there was "some
thing the matter." )
"She looks like she as dead," she
told Jane. J
"Jane," her mistress said, "I wish
you would open a bottle of cham
pagne; one of the pints, not one of
the big bottles; and give me a
glass;" her voice was faints -Jane
obeyed hurriedly, and as the cork
popped one man upstairs called out
gayly to the other, "Hullo! has it be
Amy drank the wine and handed
the glass back to the anxious woman.
"I was feeling faint, Jane. I am all
right now, thank you. Oh. there's
the door bell ! I'll go into the library."
And when the two rather early com
ers had taken off their wraps and
made their way downstairs again
they found their hostess smiling
whitely at them from the hearthrug.
Then Thomas Fleming and his law
yer came downstairs, and there was
more handshaking and congratula
tions, and it was not until he looked
at his wife at dinner that Fleming
really saw her face; its haggard pal
lor struck him dumb in the midst of
some gay story to the pretty neigh
bor on his right. "I'm afraid my wife
is not well," he said, anxiously.
"Oh, it's the reaction, Mr. Fleming.
Amy has been perfectly splendid; but