The Madison journal. (Tallulah, Madison Parish, La.) 1888-current, 1915-05-29

|
thing else. We are dining out this
evening"
You and II" he asked after a mo.
ment.
Certainly not. Your father and I
was about to suggest that you dine
with Lydia-or better still, ask her
over here to share your dinner with
you"
He was scowling. Where are you
going?"
Going? Oh, dining. / see. Well"
| slowly, deliberately, I'VE thought il
would be great fun to dine alone at
Delmonico's and see a play after
ward"
What play are you going to see?"
ne cut in. She mentioned a Belasco
production. well, 1 hope you eniov
IT, Yvonne. By the way, how is the
governor today? In a good humor?"
There was no response. He waited
for a moment and then called out.
Are you there?"
"Good-by," came back over the wire
he started as If she had given him a
slap in the face. Her voice was cold
and forbidding.
When Lydia rejoined him in the sit |
ting-room he was standing at the win.
dow, staring across the courtyard far
below.
Are you going?" she asked, steadily.
He turned toward her, conscious of
the telltale scowl that was passine
from his brow. 1t did not occur IN
him to resent her abrupt, uncompro-
missing question. AS a matter of fact
IL seemed quite natural that she should
put the question in just that wav
natiy, lncisively. He considered him.
SELF, In a way, to be on trial.
mo. I'm not" he replied. You did
not expect me to forget, did your" He
vas uncomfortable under her honest
nquiring gaze. A sullen anger against
himself took possession of him. He
lespised himself for the feeling of
oneiiness and inconsistencies that sud.
lenly came over him.
i thought" she began, and then
Ter brow cleared. Il have been look.
ng up the recitals in the morning
aper. The same orchestra you heard 8
asst night is to appear again today
t."
we VIII go there, LYDIA" he inter. 1
upted, and at once began to hum the !
ay little air that had so comnleteIv :
harmed him. TRY it again, Lyddy. .
QUILL get it in no time"
After luncheon, like two happy chill. L
rem they rushed of to the concert
I'd 1t was not until they were on their
ay home at five o'clock that his en-. =
luslasm began to wane. She was
lick to detect the change. He be-
'me moody, preoccupied; his part of
70 conversation was kept I'D with an .,
Tort that lacked all the spontaneitv :;
his earlier and more engaging a
gifts. q
Lydia went far back in her calcuIa.
ons and attributed his mood TO the .,
oinise she had exacted in regard to ~
attitude toward his father. II 90 -.
fred to her that he was smarting Ia
der the restraint that his promise q,
vowed. She realized now. moro
an ever before, that there could be -,
delay. no faltering on her mart "
e would have to see James Brood ~
once. She would have to 20 down ~
her knees to him. W
1 feel rather guilty, Freddy. sbe 81
q, as they approached the house A
r. Brood will think 1t strange that gi,
hould plead headache and vet rnn ni,
TO concert and enjoy myself when tb
is SO eager to finish the Journal
'ecially as he is to sail so soon
'ught to see him, don't you think N,
Perhaps there is something t,r
do tonight that will make nm for =,
LOST time" She was plainly ,nerv- F..
ty.,s Wv
HE'D work you to death II he w,
aght 1t would serve his purpose !" tba
Frederic. gloomily. and back Of do,
sentence lay the thought that 7