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CHAPTER 12
TT N a bedroom at the Ho
| tel Felton, not far from
Washington Square,
Alan Brennaway was strug
lirfg with his tie. It had
looked a good tie when he
b engirt it. thick and lus
trous ; but now. under his
ngrvous fingers, it was thin
ning to the dimensions of a
boptlace. He tugged fran
tically—and the silk split.
Alan laughed. His laugh
ter steadied him. He looked
round his littered belongings
and compared them with the
diffgy walls and hangings.
Against such a background
even the most battered of
hgpeather cases looked opu
lent. What had made him
pick out this place? He an
swered his own question and
the answet steadied him still
further.
”*I came back here be
cause, in a sense, I started
from here. I wanted to show
myself that I’ve done what
I set out to do. It’s so eu
riotisly hard to realize ”
He lit a cigarette and
tried yet again to realize
things. The successful cul
mination of seven years’
struggle, the professional
and social, solidity that could
never again be challenged,
the two and a half millions
lying at his bank—nothing
dream-like about these. And
yet till now his waking C(Ori
sciousness had not ’ fully
grasped them; perhaps be
cause till riow there had
been no time.
This was hia first holiday
after seven grinding, Mexi
can years. With that thought
came at last a genuine re
laxation; and with the re
laxation came the memories
that were the only measure
of his achievement . . .
Downstairs in that hotel,
seven years ago, Shirley had
had tea with him; the day
before he- left. ’ Shirley had
slipped .out of the rush apd
glitter .of hey world and
come to,this hole of a place
and smiled >at him over
cakes and ices.
It was a .time when the
fashion had run to big black
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* hats. Shirley’s hid been
tilted ‘ sideways and back
wards somehow and her
face had seemed to stand
out against a background of
darkness, white and rose
and infinitely appealing. In
those seven years the sound
memory of her voice had
grown dim but the memory
of her face under the black
hat was vivid —sometimes
torturingly vivid.
He could remember her
voice best when he could re
member her actual words.
To him it seemed she had
odd little tricks of phrase.
There had fallen's silence—
a silence at the wrong time
—a few minutes before she
would have to go. He had
offered her a penny for her
thoughts.
’•Well, really and truly”—R was
a favorite old gesture ot theiris
and meant that she was going to
lie—“really and tfMly. 1 wa 8 ad
miring myself-” He waited—and
then came the truth. “We ve been
together for an hour and 12 min
utes and not by the faintest
flicker of an eyelash have 1
shown that I’m sorry you’re
going.” And then, abruptly.
“Come back, dear old Alan.”
There hfcd been, or he thought
there had been, a tiny pause be
fore the “old-Alan.” It had lived
In his memory as “Come back,
dear.” •
She had got up then and.
bending across the tea-table; said
quickly and prosaically. “1 know,
know you will make a fortune.”
And then she had flitted off 10
minnutes or so before there was
anv need, leaving Mm staring at
the tea things. , .
“I know you will make a for
tune." Shirley was 20 then; she
was almost frantically iti love
with life, she was beautify!: her
father’s income could hardly be
much under |50,000 a year. Shir
ley traveled and danced and
yachted and rode and wore ffocks
like dew or like flowers and
revelled in every minute of every
dav.
She said she knew she was
nothing but an exuberant young
animal and she had no quarrel
with the fact. She said she could
not and would not have life other
wise and so long as the $50,000 a
vear could buy her what she
liked she would take and take and
take. She said In effect—“ Come
back, dear—old Alan, but only
with enough to give me all I
want for ever and ever, amen.”
After she had gone. Alan had
sat on, turning it over in his
mind. It was not. of coutse, the
. exuberant Shirley of the illus
trated papers that he loved. It
was to the Shirley behind all that
that his spirit reached out; to the
Shirley who might emerge when
the delight in pleasure; as an end
in itself, was growing Stale-
Might emerge.
He had gone to Mexico loving
her, but not blinded by his love.
If the _real Shirley were never
born, his love would be mere
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wistful regret. K she shone forth,
trlumphannt; hip reward would be
great.
So he had 'left it on the lap of
the gods. He had not gone to
Mexico to make a fortune though
he had, incidentally, acquired one.
He had gone to set In working
order a mine in which his father
had sunk* most of his money, all
his hope, and finally, his health.
Alan had set the mine going—
and another mine as well—and
there had been subsidiary enter
prises. Now there were the mil
lions at the bank and the best
years ahead, for Alan was only 36.
But he looked at least 10 years
older. In a year Mexico can make
any young man look 45—and
Meico had been given a full seven
years tb blot out the last traces
of boyishness in Alan Brenn
away. It was the sun, of course,
that had parched his skin, but
the sun alone could hardly have
turned his black hair to iron
gray.
There had been disease, disap
pointment. dirt to account fqr
that—camps in the paralyzing
heat, flies and filth and human
depravity. • • • The gray hair
brought the vivid blue of his eyes
into greater significance, but he
could not guess that. He stared,
•owning, dissatisfied. Thank
heaven, he had kept fit —but that
was all there was to it. • • *
His thoughts flashed back to Shir
ley.
He had not been sentimental
about Shirley. He did not, for In
stance, expect to find the girl of
20. all rose and white against the
dark softness of the luxury she
loved. Reasonably he could ex
pect nothing at all, for what news
of her he had received Had told
him nothing.
She had written to him only
once, at her father’s death, and
given him no inkling of growth or
change in her. He had many
times seen ndulation of her beauty,
her energy, her grace, in the so
ciety columns.
On the other hand, she had npt
married, though twice there had
been rumors of an important
match. • • •
Alan put out his cigarette. He
found another tie adjusted and tied
it carelessly—he had always been
indifferent to his appearance—fin
ished dressing and went down
sttairs. Thera was no nervousness
in him now. only a great longing
to learn what, in seven years, she
had become; because her fate was’
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“I know I stand hardly a
chance at all.”
“Without me you stand none.
That la why you need me more
than ever. We are to be mar
ried. That was agreed between
us. Shall I let a husband slip
through my fingers without an
effort?”! 1
“Can you jest, Cleonie?” Hie
voice was shaken with pain.
“Ah, ’.pt 1 can be serious, too.”
she said, now oddly tender. She
set her hands upop his shoulders
•and looked up into his pale,
distressed countennace. “Do you
’ believe in destiny, m.v dear?’’
“I don’t know what 1 be
lieve.”
“Consider, then. Do you think
it is just blind chance that you and
I, who, without knowing it, have
been seeking each other from the
beginning of our Ilves, should have
been brought together tn this odd
manner, at this odd time, in cir
cumstances which left us no leisure
fnr ordinary wooing? My dear,
don’t you see that It Is Destiny
which has linked us now? If I
had not come when I came, you
would certainly have perished. If
I had not found you when I did, it
is probable that I should have per
ished, too. Perceiving this, can
you suppose that our lives are to
end here, now that we have met?”
Her earnestness shook him. and
partly he suocumbed as men will—
especially men In desperate ease—
to the suggestion that behind all
human fortunes there is a guiding
Intelligence which may not be
thwarted. Nevertheless, for her
sake, because of the risk he per
ceived for her. he still resisted,
though’ more weakly now. her in
■ tent ion tn join him in his flight.
"Rut if we separate.” she said
with sad conviction, “we separate
forever; there Is no chance for
either of us. I feel It. I know it.
Together we may win out. If we
do not. at least we shall he together
to the end. as Destiny intends for
us. And it is my strong belief that
we are intended for a happier
union than the crazy republican
nuptials with which you would
have been content."
He looked at her in heavy si
lence, looked down into those
clear, steady, fearless eyes, and
surrendered at last to her daunt
less spirit. He drew her close
and kissed her gently.
“So be it. my dear. 1 leave
myself to you; to you and Des
tiny.”
She flashed him a quick smile,
and at once became brisk and
practical. She demanded to be
made free of his wardrobe that
she might find herself male gar
ments better suited to th* patt
1 she meant to play. Natura.ly, he
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HE MET HER AT A CAFE
his, her destiny would shape his
own.
He felt n, inclination to linger
by the table at which she had left
him seven year® ago. The Felton
had given him what he had asked
of it —the assurance that he had
made good, left it without »
backward glance
“Park Avenue!” he barked at a
taxi-driver. ”1 don’t remember
the number. Drive to the north
side of Seventieth Street, Can
you hear?”
"All right, sir, I’ll slip along as
fast as I can.”
CHAPTER n
“Alan! It is good to see you
again!”
"Shirley • • •”
He was standing in front of her,
holding the hands she had givep
him. Her welcoming laughter
broke Into a little srasp and he
knew he was crushing her hands;
he released them —then caught
them again.
Shfrley—but. Shirley, you look
exactly the same! And It’s seven
yearn ago! You were just 20 ”
“My dear Alan, is,it manners to
* desired to know wgiat part this 1
was. what plan was in her mind.
Lightly she mocked him. “You
thought, of course, that I should
be a parts' to a blind, blundering
flight that would land us head
long in destruction. But 1 am
proposing an orderly retreaL I
have it here.” She tapped her
golden head. “The details are yet
to be thought out. That while I
change my clothes. Ask me no
questions now. my friend. Trust
me and leave yourself to me, as
you said just now you would
do." ;
It was generous of him to
thrust aside a momentary vexa
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throw my age in my teeth like
this?”
She drew away but still she
stared. It was so amazinbg that
she should be, physically, exactly
as he remembered her. Her hair
had still that queer, dull gleam
that was nearer silver than geld;
her eyes were still widely, deeply
gray: her skin was still a wonder
of white and rose Seven years
had not. it would seem, touched
her body at all.
“What did you expect, you old
silty—a toothless old lady? People
don’t change nowadays until they
are suddenly seen td be decrepit.
Let me, look at you, now; you have
your back to the light. Your hair,
—surely to goodness' ft was dark
when you went away not fair?
Alan! It’si-it isn’t fair, it gray!”
Her horrer was sincere, so sin
cere that Alan found himself
chuckling oves. it as he would have
chuckled seven years ago. Shirley
had always been passionately
young. Her eyes were darkening,
her color was ebbing at his gray
hair. She was pushing him into a
♦ “Have vour way. then. Madame 1
Destiny.” he said. "I have made
unconditional surrender.”
Having placed at her disposal
the slender resources of his ward
robe, Monsieur de Corbal left her.
and went to make his own prep
arations for immediate departure.
He gathered, up what store M
money he possessed, a little secret
hoard of gold which he disposed
In a hollow belt next to his skin,
and a bundle of assignats, to be
spent on their way to the frontier,
since they would be useless be
yond should they ever cross It.
There were, too, a few family
jewels which —since sentiment
must yield to necessity—might
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chßlr, putting a cushion behind <
his back.
* “You poor ;Alan, what happened
down there? Oh. dsar, I wish I t
wasn’t such a wretched correspond
ent! If I’d written to you. you’
* would have Written to me and told
me what Was happening. You
might have written anyway, Alan.
Alan pßehed the cushion on to •
the floor.
“It was sos you to give the sign.
“Always, proud and stern, Aianr
“With you, ahirley—yes.”
why?”
She Would not have said that
Asven years ago*, because she would
nor have wondered why. His pulse
leaped at this first intrigvfhg hint
Os a difference. Before he could
probe it the door opened to admit,
a servant. , , *
* < The man was deft and silent, the
chliK and silver were perfectly
chosen, the trines of food offered
, were neither commonplace nor too
’ strange. While the footman was
hovering and, presently, wjhen he
had gone and she wad diwjenslng
tea, Shirley made Alan talk. He
recognized without resentment that
he was beiflg drawn out; Shirley
had always been skilfull in that
direction.
He* found, as the “drawing-out”
proceeded, that she had learned to
listen intelligently. Sevdn years
ago her' own Insistent vitality had
precluded a real sympathy. A sec
ond little difference—she was ask
ing him about his own affaire.
“I’ve got close to three millions
out of it." >
“Splendid! Tour own personal
property?”
“Yes—ls you like to put it like
that ”
“Os course I like to*. Don’t you?”
“I don’t know. I’ve been han
filing big money for seven years,
’ Shirley. Thousands —millions; in
the aggregate. Figures have come
‘to mean just—figures; the kind you
see on the dial of a storage battery.
'A power house stores one kind of
useful energy—the bank stores an
other. Money’s only, after all, the
means to the end.”
“Tes. yes!" She caught him up
quickly. “I’ve comd to see that, .
•too. Money to necessary but unim
portant.” * 2 ‘
“Tott’ve learned that, Shirley?”
His excitement was growing.
That exquisite, flower-tinted face
that seven years had not touched,
that slim grace, that half-shy
voice—these were nothing; behind
their lovely immaturity. Shirley’s
spirit was no longer immature.
► later, abroad, be converted into
money, and lastly some title
deeds and other papers establish
ing possessions, very Insecure at
present, but to become valuable
again should. France ever awaken
from her republican nightmare.
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. time. ✓ v
Almost an hour had elapsed
before he descended to the ball,
b'/oted . and spurred, carrying
i oak and valise, for she hadtukl
him that they would ride openly
as soon as darkness should have
fallen. It had fallen now, and it
was in the light of a cluster of
cardies that he found her already
awaiting him, arrayed in gar
ments which, despite their ridicu
lous looseness, gave her something
of the petitmaitre air which she
had worn as Chauviniere’s secre
tary. Considering the amazing
things that she had done with
scissors and needle; her speed
iai making ready seemed nothing
short of miraculous. And there
were signs that her preparations
hao been completed some time
ago *and that she had since been
engaged with arrangements which
really should have been his care.
For even as Monsieur de Corbal
was descending the stairs, he
heard her addressing Fougereot,>
who at that moment came in
from the open.
Her voice rang sharply. “You
are just in time, Fougereot. Here
is Monsieui T,e Vicomte. Have
you everything ready?’*
‘ Everything as Mademoiselle
commanded.” the man replied,
and so informed Monsieur de
Corbal not only that she had dis
closed her identity to his people,
but also that she had been issu
ing orders concerned with their
departure
"And your family?"
“Watting out of dbors with Sillo
mene.”’
’.The horses?” ■ <.'
“Saddled and waiting, mademdb
sells.’’
“The scarf And hat?’*
“They are there, on that chair,
mademoiselle.”. >
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Monsieur de Corbal halted be
side her. She wasC he observed,
rather pale and a little'hy,eathless,
but so brisk and determined in
manner that wonder grew even as
he-watched and listened. He was
perceiving in her a further* dis
play nf that spirit which Chauvin
iere had so much admired.
(To Re Continued Tomorrow.)
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■‘Alan, you’re simply fowling at
. me. You’re st Hl. I believe, dis
satisfied because I’vekep^tints.at
arm’s: length.” . v
■ "I want so intently V* know
about you, Shirley. Yoe give m*
ndhlriVas tq what haa happened
to you—the vial- V° u —*h seven
years. Physically, not a hair
seems to be changed. \ put he
neatb your perpetual youth you
have developed. . Naturally, I want
to Jtnow." J.
She made a little face at him.
She seemed reluctant to gratify
his curiosity. ■< jjt ' '
"Weil, really—where did we
leave off. as the children* say?
It’s rather difficult to suffttaarixe
mental processes. Won’t you tell
me instead—’’
"No. Shirley. I won’t. We left
off in the Feltonr—well, we left
off with you at 20 teHlng me that
life was an adorable rag • • •
Those were your exact words
• • ♦ Os course, that, passed.
And then?"
' She was looking a little, be
wildered.
"But I don’t think It dtth A t
still worship life—the sensation
of living.. It—lt intoxicates me."
She leaned back in her chair,
sighing deeply. *1 see no reason
why I should ever stop feeling
like that; it’s my grande passion,
my cult. What you. I dare say.
would call my religion."
He was .not yet conscious of his
disappointment because he did not
yet believe her.
“But surely—”
“When Fm swimming or riding
or -skiing. I—l simply exult in
the movement of my own body.
I want nothing except the.strength
to continue forever • • * I’m
a Pagan, Alan. I’ve discussed it
with lots of people—social workers,
preachers, men of big affairs.
They can’t-convert me. * ’ >■';
He was silent for a moment
" You would have me believe
you haven’t changed spiritually
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"Oh!’’- She moved a cushion
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widened, of course. When you
went away, daddy was still alive.
He gave me a royal time, you
will remember, and himself, too.
He believed in the very best of
, everything. Ho told me. very
early, how he managed to <et it.’
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utes. Only one cream is used.
This magic cream Is Lady Esther
Face Cream.
It sounds too good to be true,
doesn't it? But listen, I will tell
you how it’s done. Rub Lady
Esther Fatee Cream generously into
the skin. Allow it to remain on a
few minutes, then wipe off.
Do you realise what has been ac
complished? Your-jikin has had a
thorough cleansing—a complete
nourishment. YOur sagging muscles
have been tightened by the astringic
qualities. You have a dainty and
refreshing base for your powder.
. Buy a 50c jar of Lady Esther
Four-Purpose Face Cream—at any
drug store or toilet goods counter
enjoy the popularity and admira
tion which go With a charming com
plexion.
50c-75c jars. Economy sixe, >1.35.
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