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Until Anne Carter was eighteen,
he never had anything in her life
buf shadows. Her father had from
her earliest childhood been stern and
relentless. determined to see no fault
Of Anne's pretty. weak mother
develop in the child. When Anne
was seven her mother Jumped into
the river because she could not bear
to see the child whipped with a
strap. and Anne never forgot the
ax-erience. Jim Carter had the old
idea Of homework them hard SO
that they can't get into mischief, and
when he introduced Anne to BIZ
SNYDER. a well-to-do young farmer,
he expected the girl to obey his
wishes and accept the offer OF
marriage when it came. 1t was just
then that Geraldine Carpenter came
into Anne's life, and Anne secretly
accepted a position as secretary with
her. Here, one day. she met Dane
Grey, an eminent novelist.
CHAPTER XIV.
Anne was happier than h a
ever been in her life these days. she
was unfolding, developing like a
flower. her ideas were broadening
and she was not quite so ignorant Of
life. Geraldine. who had at first
taken Anne into her home for diver
sion. had become genuinely attached
10 the girl, in her light, frivolous
and somewhat selfish way. She liked
to feel herself responsible for Anne's
development. 1t was fascinating this
playing with a human life.
Jim Carter as we'll as Aunt Martha
had noticed a change in Anne n
had puzzled over it. She seemed
happier, and her cheeks were always
flushed with color. She was living
outside of her home life these days;
she lived only for the few hours
which she spent at the Carpenters.
The rest of her time, she existed. Bill
Snyder noticed the change in Anne
and desired her the more. she had
become more self-reliant, not so
dependent. He even began to have
some misgivings about winning her.
He said to her time:
IF 1 didn't know you so well, ana
know that anything of the kind was
Impossible in G~reenville, I'd think
you were doing something l didn't
know anything about"
sWhy?" Anne had asked. startled.
aBecause you've changed" he re-
turned abruptly.
She looked at herself closely in the
mirror that night when she vent to
bed. Had she changed, was 1t so
noticeable? And If she had. was IT
for the better? Was she less ignorant.
was she more womanly? oh. if only
It were possible to live the life she
lived at Geraldine's always. To wear
clothes that were becoming, to sing
and be happy, to exult in talks about
Joyous things. and to read all she
wanted.
Anne looked critically at her
bronze hair that stood out around
her little he~art-shaped face, at the
jkvel gray eyes, at the straight girlish
mouth. Her eyes sank to her white
rounded arms. She stood in her ugly
muslin nightdress with her sleeves
rolled above her elbows. She wonder
ed what it would be like to sleep
rs Geraldine slept, in pink crepe de
chine, delicately scented, with her
arms bare to the shoulders, and soft
Iaces stirring over her breast. Anne's
nightgown had a frill of a m
broidery at the throat where 1t
buttoned close and tight. Tonight
this neckband strangled the girl, 1t
made of her something that she
wasn't. 1t made her the girl her
father wished her to be, when in
she was just like her mother.
as fond of pretty things, only that