The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1919-12-11

ness. stopped at the railway station
TO give the dropping Billy a Sod.
byo kiss. and promise that In three
days they would b, back 90 rescue
her from tho hated Governoss. but
paramount above all other emotions.
shs suspected. WINS the tremendous
satisfaction of having gained just the
tangled domestic affairs. Just the
mother, as the years went by, TO do
the correct thing for Billy.
OF some ot th.sa things the woman
who aat ifiy before tho library IRE
was thinking. ms IN. quiet evening
sore on. and N. purring Of the
flames and the ticking Of the little
mantei clock accented rather than
disturbed the stiiincasd. sh. was I'M
happy with cold. dry wrctohedness
that was deeper than any rang Of
passion or 81 hate. The pcopl, she
met. the books she read. the gowns
she planned ~ carefully. and the SO
oiai events that were her life. ALL
ali--wefc dus, and ashes. Clarence
was irsa disappointment and a
sham. to her than an annoyance. hs
neglected her. ho huniliated her,
true, but this meant ianuiteiy teas
Tran that he suurrd her 40 mcrcileraiy.
MY. with her youthful cotnplacen'
cies and arts. bored her. the sytnpas
a r. 81. 81. H.s.r.af tar
az much a. tho admiration and envy
Of the many who were not close.
Cards. golf. dinner. and dances bored
her. Rachael though, tonight Of n
IS m n she had known closely. a
beautiful woman. too. and q rich and
gifted woman. who. not many months
ago. had quietly ended Il all. had
been found by Mortified maids in her
gray nd silver boudoir iovolier than
ever. in fixed and peaceful beauty.
with the soft folds OF her lacy gown
spreading like the petals Of a great
flower about her. and the little giean
~ an empty bottle In her attn. ringcd
A voice broke tho library stiffness.
Rachael reused herself
what ~ n. Hcida7' she asked.
Or. Gregory Ask him to come In.
And ask Aisrcd-ls Alfred still down
stairsf-ask him 20 70 up and see If
Mr.. Breckenridge ls awake"
This n very decent OF you. Greg.
she said. n moment later. ns the doc
tor came into the room. 1T doesn't
seem right to interfere with your
dinner for tho same Old stupid thlngf'
Great pleasure 10 do anything for
you. Rachael" tho newcomer said
promptly and smilingly with the al
most pcrfunctory courtesy that was
n part Of Warren CrcEory's stock In
trade. You don't call on me often
l wish you did,
She said 70 herself. aE they both
sat down before the fire. that Il was
probably true Or. Gregory was no
toriousiy glad OF an opportunity to
serve his friends. lie had not at all
regretted tho necessity OF leaving his
dinner party at the salad for a pro
fessional cal He was quite ready to
enjoy the Breckenridge sitting room
the IRE. the iamplight, the company
Of n beautiful woman. Rachael and
he knew each other well. almost In.
timateiy. they had been friends for
many years. She had often been his
guest at tho opera. had often chap
eroned his dinenr parties at the club.
for Warren Grcgory's only woman
relative was his old mother. who was
neither OF an age nor type 20 take
any part In his social life.
He was 40. handsome. dlgnified.
with touches OF gray in his close
clipped hair. but no other sign OF
years in his face or his big. wel.built
I figure. He had clever. fine eyes be-
hind black trimmed glasses. sur
geon's clever hands. a pleasant voice.
He lived with his mother in fine
old house on Washington square. In
New York City. and worked as tire
lessly as II he were a pcnniless be-
ginner nj his profession instead OF a
rich man. rich woman's heir. and
already recognized as genius in his
own line.
All women liked him. and he liked
them ALL He sent them books
marked essays in magazines for their
Individual consideration. took them
TO concerts. remembered their birth
days But his only close friends were
men. the men with whom he played
tennis and golf or with whom he
was associated In HIS work.
With all his cleverness and all his
charm, Warren Gregory was not n
romantic figure in the eyes Of most
women. He had inherited from his
old Irish mother "A certain mildness
and a leniencc. where they were con.
cerned. He neither judged them nor
ldolizcd them. They belonged only to
his leisure hours. His real life was
in his club. IN his books. and In the
hospital world where there were chill.
dren's tiny bones 10 set. He was
conscious, as a man born In a differ
emit circle always is conscious, that
he had. by q series OF pleasant