Putnam patriot., 1914-10-09
ALL FOR JEAN'S SAKE
By JEAN WALDEN.

sheer ennui. IL was the third time that she had been called upon to give her reason for not aequiescins in Mau- rice Ankeney's belief that they were made for each other, and this time she wanted it to be final
 They had just turned the corner into her home street. Jean hastened her steps as she spoke with a little laugh of impatience.
 Maurice Ankeney looked at her at first with disappointment in his frank blue eyes. then with speculation, and at last with amusement, Could you care that much for anyone7" he asked coolly.
 "Oh. no." her tone was matter-of- fact, T couldn't. It isn't in me"
 "Oh, I see, you demand 1t as a com plimentary quality in others
 He continued his scrutiny of her face as smart trap with a man and wom- an in it rounded the corner. The wom- ana stoutish blonde with a noun tain of lavender plumes on her head was driving.
 The warm color that came to Jeans cheeks as she returned the mans rec ognition deepened as the trap rolled past, for she knew that Maurice was watching her and she felt the new. strange intentness in his gaze.
 AS for Ankeney, his expression sud denly became mixture of calmness and stern determination. HI do it." he exclaimed. And for this apparently eccentric remark he was rewarded by an electrifying look of inquiry from a pair of dark eyes.
 Do what?"
 'Efface-I mean exttngufsh myself by getting him for you"
 The dark eyes became fnscrutable.
 'Jf you want Harold Buckley, you shall have him." he continued preeipi- tately, as they mounted the steps of Jean Boyce,s home. Tt will be an easy matter. He is only dazzled by her millions. It's you he really cares for. Madge Racer has no right to buy"
 Maurice Ankeney. I'll never speak to you again" AS Jean faced him with this emphatic announcement, her bushes were fully accounted for by her anger.
 "All right. I might as well die one way as another" and he was gone.
 In the days that followed, Jean Boyce had a new experience. Maurice Ankeney never stayed away so long before, and she had missed nina condition she had not thought possible. Still there was the eounteracring an noyanee of Harold Buckley and the heiress. It is true, she never realized that she cared for Buckley until she found that he was out of her reach. But Jeans self-analysis could go no deeper than this and her state of mind became chaotic once more. when one afternoon Harold Buckley called.
 Jeans resentment was not wholly dispelled by Buokley's keenly correct valuation of the heiress. @She was fishing for a husbaRd.' he said. and its a good thing just to know such women It makes ene expert at esti mating character.
 Jean interpreted this last remark:
 "A man does not need to be bitten more than once," and she found her self wondering why she did not feel flattered by his confidence. Still she felt gratified by her triumph in bring ing him back. She did not understand until afterwards why his next remark quenched her elation.
 She has Maurice Apkeney on her hook now, or rather, he took her Lby storm. I never saw fellow maneAver so." He spoke contemptuously. But he's welcome"
 How small of him." observed Jean. Then all at once she thought of Mau- rice's strange premise to her and she kwondered-no it could not be. he only wanted a cloak for his mercenary am lbitions.
 Jean did not feel altogether compli- mented by the ease with which Harold assumed his old relations. Still, when he asked her to take an automobile ride that same evening. she accepted.
 Her pride in Harold Buckley's per sonal attractiyeness was extended to his splendid machine as thay went bounding over the road with red oc- tober sunset in their faces.
 Another automobile came footing up behind them and passed them on the road. It was occupied by Madge Racer and Maurice Ankeney.
 The vague depression that had been haunting Jean became poignant. She felt misused.
 Queer taste he has" she observed, with a curl of her lip. Then to hide her pique she conjured a spinit of dar- ing.
 "Oh. let's pass them. do, dol"
 Harold Buckley, ready to please her. sor possibly for reasons of his own, en- tered into the sport and put on power with great abandon.
 Jean was almost delirious with the excitement of swift motion. How jolly =" Then came a sudden fOlting and a desperate adjusting of brakes. They had struck a rocky place in the road. Before Harold could slow up Jean was almost shaken from her seat The suns rays, on a level with their eyes, blinded them. There was loud report a scream from Maurice Angeney'S au- to. which they had grazed in stopping. and they toppled over into shallow ditch. with an extra tire hanging to one of their wheels.
 Jean felt sharp pain in her arm as she picked herself up. Then the diver sion of what followed made her forget herself The blonde heiress followed LID her screams by an attack upon Harold, who had just extrieated Eim-