Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1919-09-20

reason why the whole world should
know that he Tilted you for"
"Bebe. will you go away, plcase|'
Trixy sat up with sudden strength, her
tawny eyes flashing. "Will you leave
me to myself for a while? I told you
l could not endure any more,'
"Of course I'll go! :" Bebe sprang up,
offended. "Only others besides myself
may have observed you last night when
you two met face to face in the hall y
"What do you mean?" the other de-
manded.
"I was sitting out n dance on the
stairs with Freddie when Neely fairly
rushed from the ballroom, with per :
feCtly fiendish expression on his face,
and started like mad bull to jam his
way through the crush to the cloak =
room. 1t must have been about half
past IL, for we had two dances more
before supper, | remember. Neely came
face to face with you and shouldered
his way past without a word. You
laid your hand on his arm, but he shook
it off as though he didn't recognize you
wasn't even conscious of your ex-
istence. You turned and stood looking
after him, and one glimpse of your face
| Just then would have given away the
whole situation to any one who wasn't
quite blind - Bebe paused, and then
added "You used to be so proud that
| hate to see you humble yourself be-
fore any man, least of all Neely-after
the way he has treated you You'll have
YOUR chance for revenge, of course, but
you haven't spunk enough to take it,
| because you care too much. He'll come
crawling back to you soon, never fear -
How do you know" Trixy's tone
was steady and oddly repressed. What
makes you say that, Bebe! why should
he come back now?"
Never mind what I know" Bebe
stuck out her little chin obstinately
Everybody thinks I'm a chatterbox
| but l know enough to keep out of mis-
chief by holding my tongue once in a
while He'll come back, but oh Trixy
don't take him on again! l married
handsome rotter and ] know what
went through. I couldn't bear to see
you suffer that and worse than that
when the truth is out
What truth Trixy was white t.
the lips. II don't know what you are
keeping from me, but this l do know
if Neely Swarthmore ever dared to-
to make love to me again, if he eve
dared even to approach me. l think
should die of disgust and horror ant
loathing don't want revenge as yor
call it; I only want to forget that h,
ever lived You are right. ] have beer
a blind fool, but my eyes are opened
now. Care for him? From the depths
of my soul I abhor him ~
Weeping Historically, she flung her
self back upon her pillows and Bebe
her own resentment forgotten, had al
she could do to comfort her.
At that moment Rose Adare wa
mounting the steps of Mrs. IIarts
horne's pretty little house. She rang
and this time there was no delay: he
hand was scarcely off the bell wheI
the door flew open and Matilde, th
usually taciturn Frenchwoman, stoo,
before her.
The maids sallow face was evel
more pale than was it's wont, but he
eyes glittered with suppressed excite
ment and her bosom rose and fell rapid
ly with her painting breath.
II have been waiting for you
MademoiselIe Adare! You are late y
She drew the wondering girl within
and closed the door softly.
81 had another appointment and
thought it wouldn't matter; that Mrs
Hartshorne would probably sleep lat
after the dance. That is why didn
, telephone; l was afraid of disturbin
4 her."
r Come up now, if you please" Ma
tide turned and led the way to tn
l staircase and Rose followed, puzzled b
{ the woman's manner no less than by
l vague feeling of oppression which swift
| " assailed her.