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CHAPTER Xl—Continued.
presently needed again,
was astonished at the emotion of the
old lady, who had been genuinely fond
of her daughter-in-law, and had always
been loyal to Isabelle, as one of the
Carters. Madam Carter was greatly
shaken, Nina hysterical. Ward ag
grieved. irritated at his own feeling.
He had not seen his mother for seven
months, she had brought nothing but
a certain unpleasant notoriety to her
children, yet her death struck both the
young creatures forcibly, and they felt
shocked and shaken.
“We can’t be in the Fordyce tab
leaux,” said Nina in an Interval be
tween floods of sobs. “Not that I
would want to, now I But I don’t
know; it seems to me that I am t)ie
most unfortunate girl in the world I”
“I think both you and Ward should
wear black for a certain period,” Rich
ard said to her. He had been walking
the floor nervously, stopping now and
then beside the great chair where his
mother sat silent and stricken, to put
his arm about her shoulders, and mur
mur to her consolingly.
“When my mother died,” Madame
Carter quavered, with her handker
chief pressed to the tip of her nose,
“my sisters and I wore black, and re
fused all social engagements for one
year. We then, I remember distinctly,
began to wear white and lavender —”
Nina broke in pettishly: “I don’t see
why I have to wear black I”
“Why should you?” Ward said with
bitter fccorn. “It's only your mother!”
Nina began to cry.
“You and I will go down to Land
mann’s early tomorrow, Nina,” Har
riet suggested, “and we’ll have some
one show us what Is simple and nice
—not crape, you know,” Harriet said,
with a glance at Richard Carter, “but
black, for few months, anyway.”
“I think that would be the least,
Richard,” his mother approved. “I be
lieve I will go with you,” she conde
scended to Harriet, “after all, Isabelle
was my daughter-in-law, and the
mother of my grandchildren!”
“And I won’t go to California or Ber
muda or anywhere else unless Lady
bird comes!” Nina burst out, with a
broken sob.
“Nonsense!” her father began harsh
ly. Harriet said:
“Bermuda? Is there a plan for Ber
“I suggested it for a few weeks,”
Richard said, frowning, “but I don’t
propose to have Nina invite a group of
friends. That isn’t exactly the idea.”
“We could ask Mrs. Tabor,” Harriet
said, soothingly; “it is right in the
middle of the season, and perhaps she
will feel she can hardly spare the time.
But I’m sure that if she can—”
“If I ask her, she’ll go,” Nina said,
in a sulky, confident undertone.
Harriet had her doubts, but she did
not express them. A month at Nas
sau, in the undiluted company of Nina
and her grandmother, was enough to
appall even Harriet’s stout heart.
The event proved her right, for while
Ida Tabor flew at once to her .discon
solate little friend, and assured Rich
ard with tears in her eyes' that she
would do anything in the world to help
him, she weakened when the actual
test arrived.
“If just you and I and your dear
grandmother were going, dearest girl,”
she said to Nina, “then It would be per
fect. But as long as Miss Field, who
is perfectly charming and conscien
tious and all that, feels that she must
accompany us, why—you and I would
never be a moment alone, sweetheart,
you know that! I don’t like to think
that it’s jealousy—”
“Os course it’s jealousy,” Nina was
pleased to decide, gloomily. “Granny
says that we don’t need her, but Fa
ther just sticks to It that she must
manage everything!”
Ida Tabor smiled automatically.
"I don’t suppose your father sees any
thing in Miss Field?” she submitted,
“Oh, Heavens, no!” Nina said,
studying herself in a handglass. There
was a rather steely look in the eyes
of her friend Ladybird, but she did pot
see it. Her smile of pleasure gradual
ly gave place to a pout. "I’m going to
ask Father if we need Miss Harriet I”
she said.
And that evening she did Indeed at
tack Richard on the subject, although
not as decidedly as she had planned.
He listened to her Interestedly enough,
with his evening paper held ready for
his next glance.
“Let you roam about the country
with Mrs. Tabor," he said, as the girl’s
faltering accents stopped. “No, my
dear, it’s out of the question! In the
first place, she Is not the sort of com
panion I would chooose for any girl,
and In the second place I would never
know where you and your grandmoth
er were, or what was happening to
you! While Miss Field is in charge 1
shall feel entirely safe. Os course. If
Mrs. Tabor chooses to Invite herself,
that’s her affair!”
“Then I don't want to go!” Nina
stormed. But in the end she did go.
Madame Carter, Nina and Harriet duly
sailed, in the second week of January,
and Ward Joined them almost a month
later, in Nassau. And here Harriet
had the brother ahd sister at their
best, free to show the genuine childish
ness that was in them, to swim and
picnic and tramp, and here she in
dulged Nina in long talks, and encour
aged her to associate with the young
people she met.
Harriet wrote once a week to Rich
ard, making a general report, and in
closing receipted hotel and miscellane
ous bills. His communications usually
took the form of cables, although once
or twice she received typewritten let
In mld-Aprll they all came home
again, and Crow’nlands, in the year’s
first shy filming of green, looked won
derful to Harriet’s homesick eyes.
Richard was to join them at dinner;
it had been impossible for him to
meet them when the boat arrived, but
Fox had been there and attended to
the formalities. It had pleased them
all to make the occasion formal and
to dress accordingly. Nina looked her
prettiest In a white silk, and the old
lady was magnificent in diamonds and
brocade. Harriet deliberately selected
her handsomest gown, a severe black
satin that wrapped her slender body
with one superb and shining sweep,
and left her white arms and firm,
flawless shoulders bare. The firm
young lines of chin and throat, the
swelling white breast that met. the en
casing satin, the slippers with their
twinkling buckles —she could not but
find every detail pleasing, and her
scarlet mouth, firmly shut, was
twitched by a sudden dimple.
She glanced at the clock, went slow
ly to the door, ami slowly down the
big square stairway. Richard and his
children were In the lower hall, and
they all glanced up.
Down in the soft glow of light came
Harriet, smiling as she slipped her left
arm about Nina, and gave the free
hand to Nina’s father. She was ap
parently cool and unself-consclotis; in
wardly she felt feverish, frightened
and excited and happy, all at once.
Richard was In evening dress, too; he
looked his best; his dark hair brushed
to a shining crest, and his gray eyes
full of pleasure.
“Well, Miss Field—!’* he said, a lit
tle breathlessly. “Well! Your vaca
tion hasn’t done you any harm!”
“We had to make an occasion of
our coming home!” Harriet said, with
a nervous laugh, trying not to see the
admiration In his eyes.
“You look wonderful!” Nina jald.
“Why, you saw this gown at Nas
sau,” Harriet protested.
“Louise—or whoever she was of
Prussia, or whatever you call It,
turned in the family vault when you
walked down those stairs!” Ward
said. “00-oo—caught you under the
mistletoe —00-00, you would!” he
added, with an effort to envelop her
in his embrace.
“Ward, behave yourself!” Harriet
said, evading him, and walking toward
the dining room with his grandmother,
who came downstairs In her turn, and
Joined them.
Richard Carter watched her, the in
carnation of young and beautiful
womanhood. Clever he knew her to
be, capable and conscientious, but to
night she was in a new role. He liked
to see her there at the other end of
the table; he realized that she was the
center of things, here In his house,
and that he had missed her.
After dinner it chanced that Bot
tomley called her to the telephone,
and that a moment later she passed
the call on to Richard.
“It’s Mr. Gardiner. Mr. Carter. He
didn’t know that you were here, but
he would rather speak to you,” Har
riet said. Richard went to the tele
phone, and ns she moved to make
room for him, and gave him the re
ceiver. he had a sudden breath of the
sweetness and freshness of her, of
hair and young firm skin, of the
rustling satin gown, and the little
handkerchief that she dropped, and
that he picked up for her. He smiled
as he gave it, and flushed Inexplicably,
and his first few words to the bewil
dered Gardiner were a little shaken
and breathless. But Richard was quite
himself again an hour or two later,
when he sent for Miss Field, and she
came into the library.
“I needn’t say that I’m entirely
pleased with the way matters have
gone, Harriet," said Richard, when she
had seated herself on the opposite
side of his big, flat desk, and locking
her white hands on the shining sur
face, had fixed her magnificent eyes on
him. “Nina seems in fine shape, and
I have never seen my mother better.
You seem to have a genius for man
aging the Carters. I’m seriously con
sidering an offer from Gardiner; he’s
got to take bis boy out to Nevada for
his health. Ward wants to go, and
would very probably like It when he
got there. I hope he will try it any
how ! So that leaves Nina, who Is
safe enough with you, and my mother,
who seems perfectly well and happy.
Meanwhile, while you’ve been gone,
we’ve gotten the Brazilian company
well started, so that I shall have a lit
tle more freedom than I’ve had for
“You look as if you needed it," Har
riet observed.
“You look wonderful,” Richard re
turned, simply. “Wonderful! Is that
a new gown?”
“Well, I had it made last November
just before I went away. Mrs. Carter
gave me the material a year ago.”
Harriet glanced down at herself and
“You might wear pearls—or some
thing—with it,” Richard said. “Do you
like pearls?”
It was astonishing to see the color
come up in her dusky skin; her eyes
met his almost pleadingly.
“Why—l never thought!” she said,
in some confusion.
“I suppose a man may ask his wife
if she like’s pearls?” Richard said, im
pelled by some feeling he did not de
fine. He had leaned back in his chair,
and half-closed his eyes, as he studied
"Oh—please!" Harriet said in an
agony. She gave a horrified glance
about, but the library was closed and
silent. “Some one might hear you!”
she whispered. And a moment later
she rose to her feet, and eyed him
quietly. “Was that all, Mr. Carter?”
she asked. It was Richard s turn to
look a trifle confused.
“That’s all —my dear!” he said,
obediently. The term made her flush
again. He was still smiling when she
closed the door.
It was the gayest spring that Har
riet had ever known at Crownlands,
for even at her best, Isabelle had been
socially an Individualist, devoting her
self to one man at a time, and to no
body else, and the whole family had
necessarily accepted Isabelle’s atti
tude. Richard had been too busy to
notice or protest, the old lady help
less, and Nina a child.
But now there was a beautiful and
gracious woman in Isabelle’s place,
and long before the world knew that
Harriet Field was really Harriet Car
ter, there was a very decided chttnge
In the social atmosphere. Richard be
gan to bring his friends to the house;
he was proud of his smoothly running
establishment, and proud of the
charming woman who neither flirted
with nor Ignored the men he brought
Always beautiful and always busy,
constantly in demand on all sides, she
went about his house like a smiling
worker of miracles, and Richard
watched her. When she went home
to her sister for a day or two he
missed her strangely, and wandered
about the empty rooms with a deso
late sense of loss.
She was presently back, and amused
the young people at the dinner table
with a spirited account of her sister’s
move Into a new’ house —“really an
old house,” that she and her family
had been watching for years.
Nina and Amy and Ward had rushed
from the dinner table to an early
dance at the club, and Richard, after
a talk wdth his mother on the terrace,
had wandered about with a vague
hope of finding Harriet somewhere
wdth her book. But she was not
He went back, and presently accom
panied his mother to her door. The
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“That's All —My Dear!” He Said
old lady stopped outside of Nina’s
open door, from which a subdued light
“Oh, Miss Field—” sr.id Madame
“Yes, Madame Carter!” The rich,
ready voice responded Instantly. Rich
ard hoped she would come to the door,
but his mother’s message was deliv
ered too quickly to make it necessary.
“You’re waiting up for Nina?”
“Oh. yes, Madame Carter!” Harriet
answered. The two exchanged good
nights Richard loitered Into his moth
er’s room, left her in her maid’s hands,
and went back into the dimly lighted,
spacious upper hall. He felt oddly
stirred; there were letters downstairs,
his usual books and amusements, but
he felt curiously impelled to try for
one more word with Miss Field.
He opened the door of Nina’s room.
and went in, and knocked on the half
open door within that connected it
with Harriet’s room.
“Come in. Is it you. Pilgrim?” the
pleasant, quiet voice said. Richard
stepped to the doorway.
Harriet, seated in a square basket
chair, under the soft flood of light
from a basket-shaded lamp, rose pre
cipitately, and stood looking at him
with widened eyes and parted lips,
without speaking. She was plainly
frightened, though she made herself
smile. The beautiful room was full of
shadows; at the wide-open windows
thin curtains stirred In the cool night
“Frighten you?” Richard said.
“Is there something—?” Her eyes
were those of a deer that Is afraid to
“Why, I wanted to suggest that we
tell our little piece of news to the
family,” Richard suggested, after a
momentary search for a suitable sub
ject. “I came very close to telling my
mother, just now. Is there any good
reason for further delay?”
“Why. no, I don’t —I don’t suppose
there Is!” Harriet stammered. “There
will be talk.”
“I suppose so,” he answered, simply.
“Rut what we do is our own affair,
after all. I shall explain to my moth
er that for us both It seemed a prac
tical and a—well, not unpleasant so
lution. There need be no change here,
but you will simply have a more as
sured position—”
She had been watching him. with
all June In her face. But as he went
on the color slowly drained away, and
about her beautiful eyes a look of
strain and even of something like
shame gradually deepened. When she
spoke, it was as if the muscles of her
throat were constricted.
“Yes. I see. Certainly. I see. We
will have to let them talk. This is—
simply the best arrangement possible
under the circumstances!”
“It is an arrangement that a man
perhaps has no right to ask of a wom
an,” Richard said. “Love means a
great deal in a girl’s life, and I sup
pose there is nothing else that makes
up for tlie lack of it. But you are
not an ordinary woman, and I assure
you that In every way that I can I
mean to prove to you how deeply I
appreciate what you are doing for us
“Thank you !” Harriet said, almost
"Simply change your name on your
cheeks.” Richard said, thoughtfully.
“I shall have Fox step into the bank
with the authenticated signature. And
If there is anything else, use your own
Judgment. Perhaps, if I tell my moth
er, you would like to write to certain
friends—? You can continue to draw
on the Corn Exchange, that’s simplest,
and I hope you’ll remember that you
have a large personal credit there.” he
added, with a smile. “It occurred to
me tonight that you—you mustn’t let
your sister worry about that new
house. If you want your own car—”
“Oh. good heavens, Mr. Carter!”
Harriet said, suffocating.
“Ask me anything that puzzles you.”
the man said. And with a brief good
night he was gone. Harriet, who had
dropped back into her chair, sat abso
lutely motionless for a long, long time.
Her eyes were fixed on space; she
hardly breathed; It almost seemed as
1£ her heart was stopped.
Richard went downstairs, surprised
to feel still vaguely unsatisfied. He
had had his worcf with Harriet, had
said indeed much that he had not ex
pected to say. However, it was much
better to let the world know’ their re
lationship; he was perfectly satisfied
to have it so. But still, he settled
himself to an hour’s reading, the
plaguing little impulse persisted. He
would like to go upstairs again; he
missed her companionship.
There was something very appeal
ing about, this woman, thought Rich
ard, suddenly closing his book. Her
beauty, her silences, her complete sub
jugation of her own interests to his,
he found strangely fascinating.
“By George, she has made a most
interesting woman of herself!” Rich
ard decided, opening his book again.
“She ought to be right in the middle
of things, that girl I”
A day or two later Madame Carter
came out to the terrace at eleven
o’clock, beautifully groomed < and
gowned, and with an Imperative hand
arrested Harriet, who w’as tumbled
and sunburned from the tennis court
and was going toward the house.
“Just a moment. Miss Field,” said
she, magnificently. Harriet obedient
ly stood still, and watched Madame
Carter’s magnificence settle Itself
slowly In a* basket chair. The old lady
freed an eyeglass ribbon deliberately,
straightened a ruffle, laid her maga
zine beside her on a table. “There
was a little matter of which I wished
to speak to you,” she said, suavaly,
bringing her distant glance to rest dis
passionately for a moment upon Har
riet’s face.
Harriet waited, amused, annoyed,
“I understand,” Madame Carter
said, “that you and my son—for some
reason best known to yourselves—
have entered into a secret marriage?”
"Your first object, my dear. Is not to
antagonize his mother!*’ Harriet re
minded herself. Aloud she said mild
ly: “You have no reason to disbe
lieve it, have you?”
“No reason to disbelieve my son I”
tils mother echoed, scandalized. “Why
should I have! Mr. Carter is the soul
of honor—absolutely the soul. Upon
my word, I don’t understand you!”
“I said you have no reason to disbe
lieve him,” Harriet repeated. “You
said that you understood that we had
been married. It is true!”
And she looked off toward the river
with an expression as composed as
that of Madame Carter herself.
“I suppose you know that old say
ing: ‘A secret bride has a secret to
hide!’” the old woman pursued, pleas
“I never heard IL I did not play
much with the children of the neigh
borhood when I was a child,” Harriet
answered. “My father was very anx
ious to protect us from picking up ex
pressions of that sort!”
There was a silence. Harriet, be
ginning to be ashamed of herself, did
not look at her companion.
“A girl of your age has a great deal
of confidence when she marries into a
family like mine,” the old lady said,
* //Mm uR bftxm
“No Reason to Disbelieve My Son!”
His Mother Echoed, Scandalized.
presently, in a tone that trembled a
little. “My son Is a rich man—he* is
a prominent man. He has used his
own Judgment, of course. But I con
fess that in your place I should not
carry myself with quite so much an
air of triumph! It seems to me—”
Harriet determinedly regained her
calm, and taking the chair next to the
enraged old lady, quietly interrupted
the flow of her angry words.
“I hope I have shown no air of
triumph, Madame Carter.” Harriet
said. "You yourself—and most wisely
—pointed out to us a few months ago
that the arrangement here was un
“Every one was talking, if you mind
that!” the old Indy snapped. But she
was slightly mollified, none-thp-less.
“But upon my word, you’d think mar
rying into the family was something
to be done every day—!” she was be
ginning again, when Harriet inter
rupted again.
“No—no,” she said, soothingly, con
ceding the last words an amused
smile that itself rather helped to pla
cate her companion. “It is, of course,
the most serious step of my life! But
the secrecy—as of course you will ap
preciate—was because there has been
so much terrible notoriety this year!
Why, Mr. Carter tells me that never
In the history of all the Carters—”
This fortunate lead was enough.
Madame Carter launched forth superb
ly upon a description of the usual Car
ter weddings, the ceremony, the state.
Tn perhaps twenty minutes she was
blandly patronizing Harriet, giving
her encouraging little taps with her
eyeglasses, warning her of mistakes
that Isabelle had made with Richard.
Harriet knew that before three days
■were over her terrible mother-in-law
would be telling the world Just how
wise, under the trying circumstances,
the whole thing was. and just how
clearly she had foreseen it. She was
still listening respectfully, if a trifle
confusedly, when Ward bounded from
the house, and gave her an effusive
“Hello, Mamma!” Ward said. Har
riet laughed, as she pushed away the
filial arm. Hardly knowing what she
said or did she made her way to the
house, and up to her own room.
But here, in Nina’s room, wore Nina
and Mrs. Tabor, and from their eyes,
as she came in, she knew that they
knew. Nina got up, and came for
ward with a sort of sulky gracious
“I hope you’ll be very happy, Miss
Harriet—l suppose I oughtn’t to call
you Miss Harriet any more.” Nina
said, with an effort to smile that *lar
xlet thought quite ghastly. She gave
Harriet one of her big hands, and hesi
tated over a kiss. But they did not
kiss each other.
At luncheon everything was exactly
as usual; Richard had gone to the’
city, not to return for a night or two,
and several social engagements dis
tracted the young people from the con
templation of their father’s affairs.
Parting Is Sweet Sorrow.
Barber—Shall I part your hair so
that your hald spot is not in evidence?
Customer—By no means. I am su
ing my wife for divorce and that bald
spot is part of the evidence.
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