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FAIR PLAY. STE. GENEVIEVE. MISSOURI.
CkIQJUkD Q KATHLEEN
OlJ 1 IIbIVvJ NORRIS
Copyright by Kathleen Horrl
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"WHAT A MESS MESS MESS 1"
"No," she whispered to herself, almost audibly, "no it can't
be that! It can't be Cherry and Peter Oh, my God! Oh, my
God, it has been that, all the time, that, all the time end I never
knew it I never dreamed it!
"It's Peter and Cherry! They have come to care for each
other they have come to care for each other," she said to herself,
her thoughts nuihing and tumbling in mad confusion as she tested
and tiied the new fear. "It must be so. But it can't be sol" Alix
interrupted herself in terror, "for what shall we do what, shall we
do! Cherry in love with Peter. But Peter is my husband he is
my husband. . . . Peter, who has always been so good to me so
generous to me and it was Cherry all the time.
"Poor Cherry!" the older sister said aloud. "Poor little old
Cherry life hasn't been very kind to her! Slic and Peter must be
so sorry and ashamed about this! And Dad would be 'so sorry; of
all things he wanted most that Cherry should be happy! Perhaps,"
thought Alix, "he realized that she was that sort of a nature, she must
love and be loved, or she cannot live! But why did he let her marry
Martin, and why tvasn'i he here to keep me from marrying Peter?
What a mess mess mess we've made of it all!
"Cherry would be disgraced, and Martin Martin would kill
her, if ha found her out! ... Oh, my little sister! She would
be town talk; she is so reckless, she would do anything she would
be a public scandal, and the papers would have her pictures Dad's
little yellow-headed Charity! Oh, Dad," she said, looking up into
the dark, "tell me what to do! I need you so! Won't you somehow
tell me what to do?"
Indeed, it ti "mes." For Alix l Cherry' older lster. And
Peter it Alix's husband. And Cherry it married to Martin. And Alix
lovei both Peter and Cherry. And Martin and Cherry are drifting
apart. And Dad is dead and can't help any of them.
So Alix trie the only way the can tee out of the mess. It works
for her, but for the other the results are unexpected. But who shall
say not for the best?
Kathleen Norn's, as everyone knows, is a California authoress
who hat proved her ability to handle big stories like this. "Sisters"
it a good example of the type of ttoriet that hat given her to large
and friendly a public.
Cherry Strickland came In the door
of the Strickland house, and shut It
behind her, and stood so, with her
hands behind her on the knob, and her
Blender body leaning forward, and her
bosom rising and falling on deep,
ecstatic breaths. It was May In Cali
fornia, she was Just eighteen, and for
twenty-one minutes she hud been en
gaged to he innrrled.
She hardly knew why, after that
last farewell to Martin, she had run
so swiftly up the path, and why she
bad flushed Into the house, nnd closed
the door with such noiseless haste.
There was nothing to run for! Hut It
was as If she feared that the Joy with
In her might escape Into the moonlight
night tlmt was so perfumed with
lilacs and the scent of wet woods. She
was afraid that It was alJ too won
derful to be true, thnt she would
awaken in the morning to find It only
u dream, that she would somehow fall
short of Martin's Ideal somehow fall
him somehow turn all this mnglc of
moonshine and kisses Into ashes and
She was a miser with her treasure,
already; she wanted to fly with It,
nd to hide It away, and to test Its
reality In secret, alone. She had
come running In from the wonderland
down by the gate, just for this, just
to prove to herself that It would not
nnish In the commonnJnrcness of the
Bliabhy hall, would not disappear be
fore the everyday contact of everyday
Dad was In the sitting room, with
the girls. The doctor's house wns full
tit girls. Anne, his niece, was twenty-
Jour; Alls, Cherry's sister, three years
younger how staid and unmarried
and undeslrcd they seemed tonight to
panting and glowing and glorified
eighteen ! Anne, with Allx's erratic
help, kept house for her uncle, and
wns supposed to keep a sharp eye on
Cherry, too. Hut she hadn't been
sharp enough to keep Martin Lloyd
from asking her to marry htm, exulted
Cherry, v she stood breathless and
laughing In the dark hallway.
An older woman might have gone
upstairs, to dream alone of her new
Joy, but Cherry thought that It would
he "fun" to Join the family, ami "act
es If nothing had happened I" She
was only a child, ul'ter all.
Consciously or unconsciously, they
had all tried to keep her a child, these
three who looked up to smile at her
as she came In. One of them, rosy,
ixay-hcaded, magnificent at sixty, was
her father, whose favorite she knew
she wag. lie held out his hand to her
without closing the book that wns In
the other hand, and drew her to the
wide arm of his chnlr, where she set
led herself with her soft young body
zesting against him, her slim ankles
crofsed, and her cheek dropped
against his thick silver hair.
tYlIx was reading, and dreamily
scratching her ankle as she read ; she
was a tall, awkward girl, younger far
at twenty-one than Cherry was at
eighteen, pretty In a glpsylsh wuy, un
tidy as to hair, with round black eyes,
kith, thin cheek-bones marked wilt,
scarlet, and a wide, humorous mouth.
tfctl was somehow droll In its expres
sion even when she was angry or serious.
Anne, smiling demurely over her
white sewing, wns n small, prettily
made little woman, with silky hair
trimly braided, nnd n rather pale.
small face with charming and regular
features. Anne had "admirers," too,
Cherry reflected, looking nt her to-
Ight, but neither she nor Alix had
ever been engaged engaged en
"Aren't you home early?" said Dr.
Strickland, rubbing his cheek against
his youngest daughter's cheek In
sleepy content. He was never Quito
happy unless nil three girls were In
lis sight, but for this girl he had nl-
ways felt an especiaJ protecting fond
ness. He had followed her exquisite
childhood with more thnn a father's
usual devotion, perhaps because she
really hnd been an exceptionally en-
lenrlng child, perhaps because she had
teen given him, n tiny crying thing In
basket, to fill the great gap her
mother's going had left In his heart.
Mr. Lloyd had to take the nine
o'clock train," Cherry answered her
father dreamily, "and he and I'eter
walked home with me!" She did not
ndd that I'eter had left them at his
own turning, a quarter of n mile away,
I thought he wnsn't going to lie nt
Mrs, North's for dinner," Anne ob
served quietly, In the silence. She
uid been Informally asked to the
Norths for dinner that evening her
self, nnd hnd declined for no other
reason than thnt attractive Martin
Lloyd was presumably not to be there.
He wasn t," Cherry said. "He
thought bo had to go to town at six. I
Just stopped In to give them Dad's
message, and they teased me to stay.
You knew where I wns, didn't you
Dad?" she murmured.
Mrs. North telephoned nbout six.
nnd said you were there, but she didn't
say that Mr. Lloyd was," Anne said,
with n faint hint of discontent in her
Alix fixed her bright, mischievous
eyes upon the two, und suspended her
reading for a moment. Allx's attitude
toward the opposite sex was one of
calm contempt, outwnrdly. Hut she
had made rather an exception of Mar
tin Lloyd, und had recently had a
conversation with him on the subject
of sensible, plntonlc friendships be
tween men and women. At the men
tion of his name she looked up, re
membering this talk with a little
Ills name had thrilled Anne, too, al
though she betrayed no sign of It as
she sat quietly matching silks. In
fact, all three of the girls were quite
ready to fall In love with young Lloyd,
If two of them had not actually done
Cherry had not been at homo when
Martin first appeured In Mill Volley,
and the older girls had written her,
visiting friends In Napa, that she must
come and meet the new man.
Martin was a mining engineer; he
had been employed In a Nevada mine,
but was visiting his cousin In the val
ley now before going to a new position
In June. In Its Informal fashion, Mill
Valley had entertained him; he bad
tramped to the big forest five miles
away with the Strtcklands, and there
bad been a picnic to the mountain-top,
everybody tanking the hard climb ex
cept Peter Joyce, who was a trifle
lame, nnd perhaps a little lazy as wcU,
nnd who usually rode an old horse,
with the lunch In saddle-bags nt each
side. Alix formulnted her theories of
plntonlc friendships on these walk's;
rnne dreamed a foolish, hnppy dream.
Girls' did marry, men did tnke wives
to themselves, dreamed Anno; It
would be unspeakably sweet, but It
would be no miracle I
It was Just after thnt mountain pic
nic that Cherry had come homo; on a
Sunday, ns It chanced, that wns her
eighteenth birthday, and on which
Martin nnd his aunt wcro coming to
dinner. Alix had mnrked the occasion
by wearing a loose velvet gown In
which she fancied herself; Anne had
conscientiously decorated the tnble,
had seen to It that there was Ice
cream, nnd chicken, nnd nil the acces
sories thnt make a Sundny dinner In
the country n nntlonnl Institution.
Cherry had done nothing helpful.
On the contrary, she had disgraced
herself nnd Infuriated Hong by decid
ing to make fudge the last minute.
Hong had finally relegated her to the
laundry, and It was from this Umbo
that Martin, laughing Joyously, extri
cated her, when, sticky and repentant,
she had called for help, It wns Mar
tin who untied the checked brown
apron, disentangling from the strings
the silky gold tendrils that were blow
ing over Cherry's white neck, and
Martin who opened the door for her
sugnry fingers, nnd Mnrtln who
watched the flying little figure out of
sight with a prolonged "Whew-w-wl"
of utter nstonlshment. The child was
Her eighteenth birthday I Mnrtln
hnd been shown her blrthdny gifts;
books and a silver belt buckle and n
gold pen and stationery nnd handker
chiefs. A day or two later she hnd
hnd another gift ; had opened the tiny
Shrove box with a sudden hammering
at her heart, with a presage of delight.
She had found a silver-topped candy
Jar, and the card of Mr. John Martin
Lloyd, and under the name. In tiny
letters, the words "Oh, fudge 1" The
girls laughed over this nonsense ap
preciatively, but there was more than
laughter In Cherry's heart.
From that moment the world was
changed. Her father, her sister, her
cousin had second place, now. Cherry
had put out her Innocent little hand,
and hnd opened the gate, nnd had
passed through It Into the world. That
hour was the beginning, nnd It had led
her surely, steadily, to the other hour
tonight when she hnd been kissed,
and had kissed in return.
"So we walk home with young
men?" mused the doctor, smiling.
"Look here, girls, this little Miss Muf
fet will be cutting you both out with
that young man, if you're not care
Alix, deep In her story, did not hear
him, but Anne smiled faintly, and
faintly frowned as she shook her
She Found a Silver-Topped Candy Jar
and the Card of Mr. John Martin
head. She considered Cherry sufll
clently precocious without Uncle Lee's
He would have hnd them always
children, this tender, simple, Innocent
Dr. Strlcklnnd. He wns In many
wayB a child himself. Ho had never
made money lu his profession ; he and
his wife nnd the two tiny girls had
hnd a hard enough struggle sometimes
Anne and her own father had Joined
the family eight years ago, In the
same year that the Strickland patent
Ore extinguisher, over which the doc
tor had been puttering for years, had
been sold. It did not sell, as his
neighbors believed, for a million dol
lars, but for perhaps one-tenth of that
sum. It' was enough, nnd more than
enough, whatever It was. After
Anne's father died It meant that the
doctor could live on In the brown
house under the redwoods, with hi
girls, reading, fussing with a new In
ventlon, walking, consulting with
Anne, laughing at Alix, and spoiling
It was a perfect life for the old
man ; It wns only lately that he begun
uneasily to suspect that they would
somo day wont something more, thnt
they would somo day tire of empty
forest and blowing mountain ridge,
and go nwny from the shndow of Mt
Tnmnlpnls,' nnd Into the world,
Anne, now wns she beginning to
fnney this young Lloyd? Dr. Strick
land wns surprised with the fervor
with which he repudiated the thought.
This young engineer, who had drifted
already Into n dozen dlffere'nt and dls
tnnt places, was not the man for staid
"What did you want to see Mr.
Lloyd nbout tomorrow, Dad?" Cherry
Interrupted his thoughts to nsk.
"The rose vino. What did he say
about coming over, Cherry?"
Cherry remnrked, between two rend
ing yawns, thnt Mr. Lloyd was coming
over tomorrow at ten o'clock, and
"Peter won't be much good I" Alls
commented. Cherry looked at her re
proachfully. "You're awfully mean to Peter, late
ly!" she protested. Her father gnvo
her a shrewd look, with his good-night
kiss, nnd Immediately afterward both
the younger girls dragged their way
up to bed.
Alix and Cherry shared a bare,
woody-smelling room tucked away un
der brown eaves., The walls were of
raw pine, the latticed windows, In
bungalow fashion, opened Into the
fragrant darkness of the night. The
beds were really bunks, and nbovo her
bunk ench girl had an extra berth, for
occasional guests. There was scant
prettlness In the room, nnd yet It wns
full of purity and charm. The girls,
like all their neighbors, were hnrdy,
bred to cold baths, long walks, simple
hours, and simple food. In the soft
western climate they - left their bed
room windows open the year round ;
they liked to wake to winter dnmp
and fog, nnd go downstairs with blue
flngcr-tlps nnd chntterlng teeth, to
warm themselves with breakfast nnd
Alix rolled herself In n gray army
blanket, nnd was nsleep In somo sixty
seconds. But Cherry felt thnt .he wns
floating In sens of now Joy nnd utter
delight, nnd that she would never bo
leepy again. .
Downstairs Anne nnd the doctor sat
toldly on, the mnn dreaming with n i
knotted forehead, the girl sewing, i
Presently she .run a needle through
her fine white work with seven tiny ,
stitches, folded It, and put her thimble I
Into n case that hung from her order-
workbng with n long ribbon. 1
"Vnlt n minute, Anno," said the doc-
tor, ns she straightened herself to rise. I
This young Lloyd, now whnt do '
ou think of him?"
She widened demure blue eyes. '
"Should you be sorry If I liked '
dm, Uncle Lee?" she smiled I
The old man rumpled his sllyer hair
That's the way the wind blows,
eh?" he asked kindly.
"Well you see how much he's here 1
You see the flowers and books and
notes. I m not the sort or gin to wenr
my heart on my sleeve," Anne, who
was fond of small conservntionnl tags,
assured him merrily. "But there must
be some Are where there's so much
smoke!" she ended.
"You're not sure, my dear?" he
asked, after some thought.
"Oh, no!" she answered. "It's Just
a funcy that persists In coming nnd J
going." She got to her feet, saying
brightly, "Well! wo mustn't tnke this
too gravely yet. It was only that I
wanted to be open nnd nbove-board
with you, uncle, from the beginning.
Thnt's the only honest way."
"That's wise and right 1" her undo
answered, In the kindly, nbsent tone
he had used to them as children, a
tone he wns apt to use to Anno when
she was In her highest mood, and one
she rnther resented.
"Cherry, now " he asked, detaining
her for n moment. "She you don't
think that perhnps Peter admires
"Peter!" Anno echoed amazedly,
and stood thinking.
Peter wns more than thirty years
old, thin, scholarly, something of i
solitary, the sweet, dreamy, affection,
ate neighbor who hnd shared the girls'
lives for the past ten years. For somo
rcuson she could not, or would not, de
fine, Anno liked the Idea of Cherry
and Peter falling In love
"Somehow one doesn't think of Pe
ter as mnrrylng anyone " she said
slowly, still trying to grasp tbo
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