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frailties to her also defended his sense
of honor. The unthinkable could never
happenl
She judged Yvonne too In a spirit OF
fairness that was amazing when one
considers the, lack of perspective that
must have been hers TO contend with.
Lydia could not think OF her as evil,
immoral base. This beautiful, warm
hearted. clear-eyed woman suggested
nothing OF the kind to her. II pleased
her to play with the good-looking
young fellow. and she made no pre-
tense OF secrecy about 1t. Lydia was
charitable to the extent of blaming her
only for an utter lack of conscience in
allowing the perfectly obvious to hap
pen so far as he was concerned. For
her own qualification she was calmly
inviting a tragedy which was likely TO
crush him without even so much as
disturbing her peace OF mind for an in
slant. after all was said and done.
There was poison in the cup she hand
ed out to him. and knowing this be-
yond dispute she allowed him to drink
while she looked on and smiled. Lydia
hated her for the pain she was storing
up for Frederic, far more than she
hated her for the anguish she. herself,
was made TO endure.
Her mother saw the suffering in the
girls eyes, but saw also the proud
spirit that would have resented sym
PATTY from one even so close as she.
Down in the heart OF that quiet re-
served mother smoldered a hatred for
Yvonne Brood that would have
stopped at nothing had 1t been In her
power TO infict punishment for the
wrong that was being done. She too
saw tragedy ahead. but her vision was
broader than Lydia's. IL included the
figure Of James Brood
Lydia worked steadily, almost dog
gedly at the task she had undertaken
TO complete for the elder Brood. Every
afternoon found her seated at the table
in the study. opposite the stern.faced
man who labored with her over the
seemingly endless story OF his life
secret chapters which she was not TO
write. She wrote those that were to
endure; the others were TO die with
him.
He watched her as she wrote. and
his eyes were often hard. He saw the
growing haggardness in her gentle,
girlish face; the wistful. puzzled ex-
preston In her dark eyes. A note OF
tenderness crept into his voice and re-
mained there through all the hours
they spent together, The old-time
brusqueness disappeared from his
speech; the sharp authoritative tone
was gone. He watched her with pity
In his heart. for he knew ID was or
dained that one day he too was TO hurt
this loyal pure-hearted creature even
as the others were wounding her now.
He frequently went out OF his way
TO perform quaint little acts OF cour.
tesy and Kindness that would have
surprised him only short time be
fore. He sent theater and opera tickets
20 Lydia and her mother. lie placed
bouquets of flowers at the girls end OF
the table. obviously for her alone He
sent her home--inst around the corner
lin the automobile on rainy or bliz-
zardy days. But he never allowed her
an instant's rest when II came 20 the
work In hand. and therein lay the gen
tie shrewdnesa OF the man. She was
better of busy There we're times
when he studied the face Of LydlasP
mother for signs that might show hog
her thoughts ran In relation TO ~
conditions that we're confronting an