South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1918-05-02
HOW MADGE LED HARRY IN
DERWOOD ON TO DEFEAT.

red roses which were giving the hnal
touch of colorful beauty TO Lillian
Gales wonderful white room with
its scarlet draperies
The discovery brought back to me
all my smouldering resentment
against Mrs. Underwood. / found
IL always lay underneath the liking
for her. which / could not help feel
/ ing on every occasion.
/ did not stop to consider that
Dioky as a dim, guest. had only
offered a charming courtesy TO one
OF his Oldest friends. / only knew
that my jealousy of this woman.
my anger against her primitive emo
lions OF which / was ashamed
were struggling TO have their way
With me.
II 1 had followed my instincts at
that moment / would have torn the
roses from their vases and trampled
them under foot.
But the veneer Of civilization is
wonderful things. 1t enabled me to
mask my feelings. / waited for
moment before / answered Mrs. I'm
derwoOd's remark. bending over the
I blossoms as if in admiration of
them.
'Dicky is always thoughtful. isn't
he?'' 1 said calmly, and these are
unusually beautiful. They give just
the right touch TO this room, these
and your gown"
/ Lillian was wearing a fame-cOl-
! ored gown. daringly cut II was an
I evening gown. and l secretly criti-
/ cized the bad taste that had made
I her put it on in the afternoon, but
| 1 understood the reason for it when
l / saw her living room. Even her
\ silly makeup could not spoil the
effect of that gown against the white
/ and scarlet o. the room.
Mrs. Underwood gave me a quick
I curious glance.
oh, the gown. of course; it goes
/ with the room, but it's horrible for
/ afternoon. To tell you the truth.
/ I'm too lazy 10 change again. AS we
I are all going out this evening and
1 there are only you and Dicky here,
! 1 thought I'd just dress once and for
all"
She hesitated for a moment, as if
choosing what words she would ut
/ ter.
some time I'm going 10 have a
talkfest with you" she said slowly.
! Not to-day. you're too upset. but
you've got two or three utterly err
roneOus ideas planted in that pretty
or ~, sol, ~
up to me 10 weed out
Il sav. Lii. stop Cabling clothes
over there, and give US some after
| dinner music. l want a chance TO
I talk TO Mrs. Graham myself"
As Mrs Underwood moved toward
the piano in response to her hus-
bands summons, / forgot even my
usual dread of Harry Underwood in
my wonder over his wife words
Was the woman clairvoyant? How
did she know 1 was upset. L had
thought that | had most cleverly
concealed the ravages of the tears
and emotion that had marred my re-
union dinner with my cousin. Jack
Beckett. What had Dicky told her
It was like my husband. I thought
/
knew to his old friend who appear
ed TO count for so much in his
life. But even Dicky did not know
OF the mornings happenings.
was fairly puzzled.
Dicl1y and Lii.
And what did she mean by err
roneous ideas in my brain? L gave
it up. Ii was too great a problem
for my head with its dull aching.
/ Besides. Harry Underwood was
coming toward me, and l felt that
L needed all my faculties 10 deal
with him
$50 you scor-r-n me in your eff
forts to keep your secret, me
proud beauty he said in clever inn
itation of the villain in third-rate
melodrama. why did you say you
had met me?
why not?" l coUntered coolly.
] l was anything but calm under
meath. however. Not for a good deal
would I have Dicky know about the
events of the morning before l had
/ time TO tell him myself.
/ was glad indeed that Lillian S
music was drowning the sound OF
our conversation. she was playing
gay little hunting song, one of
B Mendelssohn's songs without words,
( playing it with spirit and expression,
which made up for the evident lack
. of technic she possessed.
Dicky was turning her music de-
votedly. He had rushed 10 her side
as soon as she had seated herself
al the piano. The sight made me
realize anew how Inconsistent my
I husband was.
could imagine his amazemenJ
and his wrath if 1 were to show my
jealous pain at his attentions &c this
old friend of his. And yet, he had
made scene after scene about Jack
/ Beckett my cousin. whom l had
seen only once since his return from
south America after years alb
sence
Why. Go Ahead.
Well. you're a plucky little
devil. 1 will say that for YOU. "
Harry Underwood's mocking voice
drew me back from the two at the
piano. You're going on the theory
however, that Dicky isn't Jealous