Judsonia weekly advance., 1918-02-27
CHAPTER Ill-Continued

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 eff you don't like my manner" Barrow retorted stormily. Then he cut his sentence in two, and glared at her. The twin devils of jealousy and distrust were riding him hard, and it flashed over Hazel that In his mind she was pretudged, and that her ex planation, if she made 1t, would only add fuel to the flame.
 She turned abruptly and left him. What did 1t matter, anyway? She was too proud to plead. and it was worse than useless to explain.
 Even so, womanlike she listened, ex pecting to hear Jacks step hurrying up behind. She could not imagine him letting her go like that. But he did not come, and when, at a distance of two blocks, she stole backward glance, he had disappeared.
 She returned to the boarding house. The parlor door stood wide, and the girl she knew sent her quivering up to her room. There was only one cheer ful gleam. She loved Jack Barrow She believed that he loved her, and she could not believe-she could not conceive-him capable of keeping aloof, obdurate and unforgiving, once he got out of the black mood he was in.
 She was still sitting by the window, watching the yellow crimson of the sunset, when someone rapped at her door. A uniformed messenger boy rYpA AN1 hoy. elk
 Package for Miss Hazel Weir"
 She signed the delivery sheet. The address on the package was in Jacks handwriting A box of chocolates, or some little peace offering, maybe. That was like Jack when he was sorry for anything. They had quarreled be- Moreover trifles, too.
 She opened 1t hastily. A swift heart sinking followed. In the small card- board box rested a folded scarf, and thrust in 1t small gold stickpin- the only thing she had ever given Jack Barrow. There was no message. She needed none to understand.
 The sparkle of the small diamond on her finger drew her gaze. She worked his ring over the knuckle, and dropped 1t on the dresser, where the face in the silver frame smiled up at her. She stared at the picture for one long minute fxedly, with unchanging expression. and suddenly she swept 1t from the dresser with savage sweep of her hand, dashed 1t on the floor, and stamped 1t shapeless with her slippered heel.
 "Oh, oh 1" she gasped. T hate you I hate you! despise your"
 And then she flung herself across the bed and sobbed hysterically into a pillow.
 Through the night Hazel dozed f1t- fully, waking out of uneasy sleep to Me staring, wide-eyed, into the dark, every nerve in her body taut, her mind abnormally active. Grief and anger by turns mastered her, and at day break she rose, heavy-lidded and phys- ically weary.
 The first thing upon which her gaze ahghted was the crumpled photo in its shattered frame; and, sitting on the side of her bed, she laughed at the sudden fury in which she had de- 
 In her laughter.
 She gathered up the bits of broken glass and the bent frame, and put them in a drawer, dressed herself, and went down to breakfast. She was too deeply engrossed in her own troubles to notice or care whether any subtle change was becoming manifest in the attitude of her fellow boarders. The worst, she felt sure, had already over taken her.
 She had little lime to spare, and that time she devoted to making up a package of Barrow's ring and few other trinkets which he had given her. This she addressed to his office and posted while on her way to work.
 She got through the day somehow, struggling against thoughts that would persist in creeping into her mind and stirring up emotions that she was de