The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1919-07-22

ed that his intent was To ignore the
situation, that Monohan would meet
him halfway I'm that effort After
ward there would be reckoning.
But for herself, she neither thought
nor feared. 1t was problem TO be
faced, that was all. And so. the
breath of her coming In short quick
respirations, she went TO her room.
There was no wailing from the
nursery. She had known that.
sitting beside a window. chin in
hand. her lower lip compressed be.
tween her teeth. she saw Fyfe. after
the lapse OF ten minutes, leave by the
front entrance. stopping TO chat a
minute with Linda and Charlie Ben
ton, who were moving slowly toward
the house. Stella rose to her feet
and dabbed at her face with pow.
dered channels She couldn't let
Monohan go like that: her heart cried
out against II. Very likely they
would never meet again.
She flew down the hail 10 the liv.
ing room. Monohai stood JUST >ithin
the front door, gazing sresolutely
over his shoulder. He took a step
or two to meet her. His clean-cut
face was drawn into sullen lines. a
deep flush mantled his cheek.
Listen" he said tensely. ave
been made 20 feel like--like-- Wen,
| controlled myself. knew IL had 10
be that way. II was unfortunate. |
think we could have been trusted 10
do the decent thing. You and | were
bred 10 do that. I've got a little
pride. ! cant come here again. And
| want to see you once more before |
leave here for good. IN be going
away next week That1l he the end
OF 1.-THE bitter finish. WIN you slip
down to the first point south OF
Cougar Bay, about three in the after.
noon tomorrow? TIN be the last and
only time. He'll have you for life;
can't ! talk TO you for twenty min.
utesg"
NO" she whispered forlornly. 81
can't do that I-oh. good.by-good.
by"
stella. Stella" she heard his
vibrant whisper follow after. But
she ran away thru the dining room
and hall TO the bedroom. there to
fling herself face down. choking
back the passionate protest that
welled up within her. She lay there.
her face buried In the pillow. until
the sputtering exhaust OF the Abbey
cruiser growing fainter and fainter,
told her they were gone.
She heard her husband walk thru
the house once after that. When
dinner was served. he was not there.
II was eleven o'clock by the time.
piece on her mantel when she heard
him come in. but he did not come TO
their room. He went quietly into
the guest chamber across the hall
She waited thru a leaden period.
Then. moved by an impulse she did
not attempt 20 define, a mixture of
motives, pity for him. craving for
the outlet Of words, n desire to set
herself right before him. she slipped
on a dressing robe and crossed the
hall. The door swung open noise.
lessly. F'yfe sat slumped In chair.
hat pulled low on his forehead, hands
thrust deep in his pockets. He did
not even look up. His eyes stared
straight ahead. absent, unsecingly
fixed on nothing. He seemed to be
unconscious OF her presence or to
ignore it--she could not tell which
Jack" she said. And when he
made no response she said again.
TREMENDOUSLY. that unyielding silence
chilling her. Jack"
Continued in Tomorrow's Starr
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