The Washington herald., 1920-04-06
Lxxxv-witkout Permission.


Doris slipped into a travelling
frock, crushed her careful coiffure
reckIessly under a small hat. with
q long veil and tossed a few articles
into an overnight bag.
She knew intuitively that IL she
acquainted Darlington with her res
olution to accompany her brother
in-law to New York in pursuit OF
the clipping pair she would receive
definite refusal. She was also
sure that Margaret would be furious
at her action, but the need OF re-
bellion which had been implanted In
Doris for many long barren months
was beginning to show signs OF lie
She had reached the state OF
philosophical acceptance. where she
shrugged her shoulders and told
herself: ''Oh. we'll. Stewart will be
angry anyway about something, so
I might as well have the fun OF do
ing what I want occasionally. And
curiously, almost fearfully, she was
discovering that it no longer meant
| the shutting out of the sunshine
when her husband was displeased
with her.
| "6S pdCluS Up ohN w
the upper hall when Doris emerged
with her handbag.
What did Stewart say? he asked.
II didn't tell him." Doris replied
simply.
Durand stared at her a moment
and then broke into a short laugh
without mirth.
You'll likely get the bawling out
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| let you do 1t, Doris, but you're such
darned good little sport"
You can't stop me-" declared
Doris. What IL Stewart is angry?
He's cross right now about some-
advantage of II and get all my
'bawling out as you call it, at once.
Come on, or we'll miss our train"
The subdued hum of voices, an
occasional laugh, and the soft notes
of a piano came through the closed
doors of the drawing room. Durand
and Doris stole out as quietly as
thieves in the night Weston was
ity poorly concealed.
IT told Jane to acquaint Margaret
with the news that we had gone
briefly, as the car glided noiselessly
out Of the gate Of Twin Oaks. And
was fortunate enough to get a
stateroom for you on the Filler. Tho
Pullman conductor will be able to
sleep anyway. It's a rotten situa-
tion, Doris. My only girl-and she
was a winner!" he added slowly.
toII hot "a
Doris. you speak of her as though
she were dead. She's probably very
happy and her husband may be a
nice boy"
Durand shook his head skepticaIly.
There are stories about him. But
aside from that, Marcia's only a kid.
for years yet"
"Yes, that's true" said Doris
thoughtfully; marriage does take
away q lot OF youth"
IT'S all SO unnecessary" groaned
IDurand, "the whole AFFAIR could
easily have been avoided. X only
Margaret"
He checked himself and started
gloomily out into the brilliantly
lighted streets that flashed by as
INC cdr haoc iIs way swiftly eo"aru
the station.
Doris patted his arm consolingly.
She was experiencing the first sense
Of importance she had known since
her marriage. She had been re-
garded as q nonenity for SO long. in
capable Of decision. not to mention
Initiative. and unworthy of trust or
confidence, that she fairly trembled
with the delicious knowledge that
she had the ability to console, and
direct. and even share another's
troubles as an, acknowledged per-
sonality.
Once in the early days of their
marriage. Carrington had told her
seriously that his ideal Of woman
hood reflected woodsworth's defni-
tion:.