Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1913-06-13
CHAPTER xvIl.-continued.

Il was. however her husbands voice
that answered her. He spoke quickly,
as IL in a hurry, telling her that he
would not be home to dinner. as
-college friend of his from New York
had just arrived and he would dine
and go to the theater with him that
evening. Berny's ear, ready to dis
Cover, in the most alien subjects. mat
ter bearing on her husbands interest
in Rose Cannon, listened intently for
the mans name. AS Dominick did
not give 1t she asked for it. and to
her strained and waiting attention 1t
seemed to come with an Intentional
indistinctness.
What is his name?" she called
again, her voice hard and high. 81
didn't catch it"
1t was repeated and for the second
time she did not hear it. Before she
could demand 1t once more, Domi-
nick's "Good-by" hummed along the
wine ard the connection was cut.
She did not want any more lunch
and went into the parlor, where she
sat down on the cushioned window
seat and looked out on the vaporous
transparencies of the fog. She had
walked with the sense Of weight and
apprehension heavy on her. AS she
dressed she had thought of the inter-
view OF yesterday with anger and also
with something as much like fear as
she was capable of feeling. She real
lied the folly of the rage she had
shown, the folly and the futility of 1t,
and she realized the danger of an
open declaration of war with the
fierce and unscrupulous old man who
was her adversary. This, with her
customary bold courage. she now tried
to push from her mind. After all. he
couldn't kill her, and that was about
the only way he could get rid of her
Even Bill Cannon would hardly dare
in the present day In San Francisco
cold-bloodedly to murder woman
The thought caused slight. sarcastic
smile to touch her lips. Fortunately
for her, the lawless days of California
,%ere passed.
With the curtains caught between
her finger-tips, her figure bent forward
and motionless, she looked out into
the street as If she saw something
there Of absorbing interest. But she
saw nothing. All her mental activity
was bent on the problem of Domi
nick's telephone message. She did moi
believe 1t. She was in that state
where tri1es light as air all point one
way, and to have Dominick stay ouI
to dinner with sudden and unexpect
ed friend from New York" was more
than trife. She assured herself Will
slow, GOLD reiteration that he was din
1ng with Rose Cannon in the big house
on California Street. IL they walked
together on Sunday mornings. VIII!
day nights? They were careful of ap
pearances and they would never lie
themselves be seen together in an.
public place till they were formal,
engaged. The man from New Yorl
was a fiction. She-that Immaculate
perfect gir-had invented him. Doml
nick could not Invent anything. II,
was not that kind of man. But Ber
NY knew that all women can lie whel
eie occasion demands. and Rose Can
non could thus supply her lovers dc
aciencies.
With her misunderstanding eyes fixe,
on the white outside world. her men
tai vision conjured up picture O
them at dinner that night, sitting or
posite each other at a table glistenin
with the richest of glass and silver
while soft-footed menials waited oil
lsequiousiy upon them. Bill Canno
was not in the picture. Berny's imag
nation had excluded him. pushing hiI
Gut OF the romance into, some unseei
aninterestiilg region where people VIII