The Washington times., 1920-02-19

v JENNA was a friend he would
X have trusted with everything
~ he had in the world, but he
was aware OF a twist in that
Y friends nature which made him
q look at women with sGrdonic eyes.
Fit had not always been so. Some
woman had given that cruel twist
n 10 a loyal and trusting nature; some
Y loved hand had dealt the wound
Nthat festered in Ronald keena's
4 heart, and Ssrle, because he guess
! cd this, forgave his friend much.
n But he would never have forgiven
xhad he known what was passing
&there under his very eyes. Fhe
woman he loved was on the rack,
\ and he never guessed Ii. because
yshe smiled instead OF crying out.
y And II was all TO suffer again
\ that evening-April knew that as
4 she dressed herself carefully for
1 dinner. There was no mistaking
likenna's pressing request that they
should be allowed to come to her
table. Sarle had not had time TO
\ ask for himself alone. Kenna had
him. and there was
ssdouble craft in the action; he meant
\ to keep his eye, or, rather. his
sclaw, on her. while preventing her
from being alone with Sarle.
H If she was in the fray to protect
sSarle from the pain of finding her
sout, he was in to protect Sarle from
Finer. The situation might have been
Funny IL IL had not been grim. She
seould have laughed at 1t but for
sher fear of Kenna, but that the
wv hole miserable structure OF her
sdeceit rested on girls drowned
body.
She put on black gown. 1t
hseemed only fitting to absent her
I3self awhile from the felicity or
,,color. Besides. all her JOY in her
'sclothes had gone. How gladly she
swould have donned her own shabby
garments, IL with them could have
returned the old peace of mind!
:. But even the plain little demi-
3toilette of black chiffon was peer
5lessly cut, and her whiteness glow
led like a pearl through its filmy
Fdarkness.
4 There was no way of dressing her
thair that would hide the white
heather on her forehead, and, after
ttrying once or twice, she left 1T.
ut looked very remarkable, that
gtouch Of age above her young. flow
,erlike face. She could not alto
1 gether hate it. for it was scar
avon bravely enough and in desper-
stte battle. Africa had not taken
long to put its mark on her!
ss The men were waiting for her In
fhe lounge, Sarle looking radiantly
sbappy because he was sure of the
psociety of the two people he cared
For most in the world, Kenna with
~ fresh device to try her composure.
y synosure of All Eyes.
81 81 want to see il you can remem-
sber the ingredients of that cocktail
III introduced to you at the Carlton
aon a certain memorable evening
when we escaped from Aunt Grizel."
l.he said gayly. She looked at him
sreflectiyely. "As I've just been tell
.sng Sarle, you learned the recipe
tsby heart, and swore that thence
forth you would use no other"
"a "Ah, yes" she drawled slowly;
,.'but you take no account of time
ssnd my 'winter-garment Of repent
lance. ! am a very different girl
,drom the one you knew two years
lRge.'
IS II realize that, of course" he
f'erinned with delight at her point.
1T seemed possible that the evening
Knight be even more entertaining
lthan the afternoon.
F This girl never drinks cock
Halls" she finished quantity, and he
i'liked her more and more.
W Many glances followed them as
jahoy passed down the long room full