Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1919-10-09
Copyright, 1919, Star Feature
Syndicate, Inc.)
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IT can't take the Harrion place
with me where I'm going," said Pat
and with the terror that brought to
my mind our visit drew to an end.
For he drove me politely home and
stood on the curb with head un-
covered, bidding mo q formal fare
we'll I had to accept with polite
speech of thanks for my lunch ana
drive.
"As 1 said, I'll be North for a
week settling up some atfalrs anu anu
then I'll be returning for re"
days before taking my long jour
ney. Please talk it over with jim
and save me the deciding OF VIVA.
to do with the old place. It's platt
as my hand that Jeanne "on
have it. But no Harrison can pat
me for the old homestead. %,
Jim won't have it, either, II mlsh. i.e
do as my gift to Neal ana rhoe'e
on their wedding day =
Keep it in your own name
cried, in voice 1 struggled ~ ~
make low and calm. Wed a..
rather it stood that way IL MANS
us know you're one of us. 1t piiius
you to u.s." oss
Pat ran his hand nervously across
his gray hair in the old famlliaI
way and flung up his head as ne
lifted his hat high in the gestuie
of farewell preparatory 10 pu'''ne
it on again. 11o
"It binds me to you all-you Har-
risons," he said lightly, but WIN
an undercurrent of bitterness
..That's lust what we can't have
what we can't have, Sister Anne.
No, I'll transfer it. l can't take II
with me-"
The taxi swallowed him up and
/ was left on the curb, gazing altei
him in fear and helplessness. IN
another moment l had hurried INTO
the building and up to my apart
ment, where l called jim over ahe
telephone. l fully intended to oter
to call for him in my little car in
spite of the pain which running =
caused my sprained angle. But
didn't care how l got Jim home
the point was to get him here AT
once. l felt a terrible need OF MN
and his strength to lean on.
Jim, however, had left the oftlce
half an hour before.
rs he coming back?" I asked.
Il couldn't say" replied the oper-
ator. "Tll let you speak to MISS
Nevins, his secretary
MISS NeNlnS, llllo IS NiS'
son." l said minute later. "Dld
Mr.. Harrison leave any word? -
NO, Mrs. Harrison" replied Miss
Nevins. with smooth suavity which
made me wonder if she thought /
was spying on my husband. he
left no word"
DO you know where he VENT
] persisted, almost in spite of my
self.
I'm sorry, but he didn't say.
The operator said it was about
half an hour ago. Do you know II
he's coming home or gone to Keep
a business appointment!
"Im sorry, but l can't say"
As Miss Nevins repeated her for
mula I wanted to scream-anythln
to ruff1e the indifferent repose that
was so unaware of my terrible
need.
AS I hung up the receive wave
of helplessness swept over me. How
completely shut out ! was from
Jim's life, after all! Miss NeVlns
might know of his plans and still
think it for his best interests not
to tell me over an open wire. She
knows more of his work than l do.
After a minutes 1 managed to
laugh at myself, I can't conceiN-
ably be jealous of Miss Nevins, a
tall, angular person of about forty
to whom investments and reports
thereon are far more precious than
any of the soft, feminine things
that make women alluring. But I
can't help being jealous of the COM
munity of interest that binds this
spectacled spinster to Jim and
make her judge it best to shut me
out. And just when 1 need him
so much.
With a feeling half-helplessnes
half-hysteria, / ripped off my hat
and dress and flung myself down on
the chaise Tongue. But I couldn't
relax. Many things whirled through
my mind. Pat and fears I enter
tained for him. Daisy and my
struggle to help her. Jim and my
growing need for him-not matched
by his need for me. / must have
dozed off just about as / got to the
uttermost depths of the blues, for q
butterf1ys wing brushing my fore
head semed to awaken me - I
opened my eyes to see Jim grinning
at me adorably. Then all in a flash
l was wide awake-rememb bering. /
leaped to my feet and caught Jim
to me desperately.