The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1921-08-26
A QUARREL.

Chapter ~.
OF course Win would choose just
such a time to come in. ] don't sup
pose it was more than half past nine
or ten and he was not expected until
much later And Of course the circum-
stances would look as badly as
possible.
Charles Young, whom I had always
disliked, took in the situation with
one glance from his shifty little dark
eyes. And read into it everything that
did not exist. For there | was with
this pile of soft material in my lap, my
eyes running tears, and there was
Colin standing before me, bending
over me in way that seemed affec-
tionate-yet he had only been looking
at what | was making
"Oh. II beg pardon, I'm sure"
Youngs voice was all irony and
amusement. I'm afraid I'm intrud-
ing
Connie. my dear, what is it? One
of those headaches again." Win came
over to me. bent over solicitously.
Eyes. I've been telling her she
shouldn't work. Colin said this, but
his voice sounded lame. The situa-
ton became more strained.
Young muttered another excuse and
went out. We three looked at each
other, | dried my eyes and picked up
the work again Win perched himself
on the arm of the couch and lit a
cigarette.
Nice tableau for Young to see. He'll
have it all over New York by tomor-
row morning"
Why did you bring him up them"
| asked. suddenly growing angry.
That odious man! You know how
hate him.
That odious man means several
thousand dollars to me at the moment.
He suggested party at Lerners, and
we came TO get you to join it. OF
course | never expected to drop in
on such a tender"
Il would suggest you understand
the scene before you grow sarcastic
about it," Colin said with exaggerated
politeness.
Win slid from the arm of the sofa
and came over to me. He picked UP
the tiny dress in my lap and held ii
out, staring at it without knowing what
it was. had been sewing lace on
The miniature sleeves, a long strip oil
lace and my needle and thread hung
from it.
what is it-a dolls dress" Win hac
n mind some of the charity bazaars
for which we had all contributed
There was a silence. "A baby's
dress?" He dropped it as though il
had been scorching hot, and turned t.
me, amazement, unbelief, even indig
nation in Ais face. Whatever fragmen
of a thought went through his heaC
then completely upset him. And wheI
Win was upset, he grew angry at once
Connie" he only got that far
The explanation, at least an explana
tion of what he had called my bar
temper occurred to him. Suppose
had been our baby? | wondered wha
he would have thought-for Win il
those days was a different man from
the one he later became. But what
ever he thought, Colin broke in on it,
She's making lot of clothes foI
her washerwoman's daughter, an &C
of kindness rarely met with these day!
and one you should appreciate. She
giving time and strength to it. It's 81
fine to see a woman do something from
the goodness of her heart that hadn'
the courage to stop her straining he
eyes at it
What the devil have you got to d.
with it?' Win said in sudden annoy
ance.
Colin gave a curious little shrug O
his shoulders and turned, not to hi
chair by the fire, but toward the hal
stood up, rolling the pile of whit
stuff into little bundle.
He had this to do with it." | ar
swered, trying to keep my voice leve
He has more sympathy and unde1
standing than you have. He does nc
mind spending a quiet evening occf
sionally, in fact he prefers it to a
eternal round of dancing, eating an
drinking and wasting money. l like t
stay home now and then, and work an
talk and rest. You don't. Tonigi