Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1921-04-22

what counts; you're the one person
who-who can really advise me, and
and perhaps help me and other
people out Of a~-din1culty."
Rachael looked at her with a
|twinge of inward distaste. This rath-
er dramatic. start did not promise
youthful heroics. Instantly the hope
came to her hat Magsie had some
new admirer. someone she would
really consider as a husband, and
wanted to make Of Rachael an adVo-
cate with Warren, who. in his pres
ent absurd state of infatuation. might
not find such a situation to his taste.
"I want to put to you the case Of
a friend of mine," Magsie said pres
entity. "a girl who, like. myself, is on
the stage" Rachael wondered II the
girl, really hoped to say anything con-
vincing under 80 thin. a disguise, but
said nothing herself. and Magsie went
on: She's pretty. and young-'
company all winter" she remarked
lamely. This was beginning to be
rather absurd. Rachael. quite at
ease. raised mildly interrogatory eyes
to Magsie.
You'll go on with. your work, now
that you've begun so we'll. won't
,you?" she asked casually
"W-w-well, I suppose so." Mag
sic answered obviously. flushing a
sudden red. "I-don't know what
shall do" Go.
But surely you've had an unusual.
ly encouraging beginning?" pursued
Rachael comfortably.
"Oh, yes. three's no doubt about
that, at least!" Magsie said. About
what was there doubt, then? Rachael
wondered.
She deliberately allowed q little 81.
lence. to follow this remark. smiling
las if at her own thoughts, as she
sewed. The younger woman's gaze
roved restlessly about the room, she
leaned from her chair to take a
framed photograph of the boys from
a low bookcase. and studied it with
evidently forced attention.
They're stunni-~!" she said in ar
undertone as she laid it aside.
They're good little boys" theil
mother said contentedly. II know
that the. queerest persons in the
world. about eating, and drinking. are
actresses. Massie." she added. smil'
ing. $50 1 don't know whether to offe,
you tea or hot soup, Or an egg beat.
en- up in milk, or what! We had &
pianist here about a year ago
".oh. nothing, nothing. thank you
Rachael" Massie said eagerly and
'nervously. It" couldn't"
THE boys may be in soon,' Ra,
her guests rather unexpected emo
ton.
/ This seemed to spur Magse sud
denly into speech. She glanced a
the tall old moonfaced clock that wa
slowly ticking near the door, as II t,
estimate the time feft her, and ga
suddenly erect on the edge OF he
chair.
II mustn't stay" she said breath
lessly. I'll have to be back at tn
theater at seven, and I ought to g
home frst: for a"few minutes. NJ,
lgirl-she'S just q Swedish woma,
that l. picked up by chance-worrie
about me as II she were my mothe,
unless I come In and rest, and tax
an eggnog. or something" She raj
lied her forces with a quite visibl
effort. st was just this. Rachael,
said Masste. looking at the IRE. an
Twisting her white gloves in desper
ate embarrassment. IT know you'v
always liked me. you've always bee
70 kind to me. and I can only hop
ytthat yod'll forgive nj II what I 20
sounds strange to you. I thought
! always been q little bit afraid OF 70,
!: Rachael-and I"-MaEsie laughe
Z nervously-"and Pm scared to deaf
now!" she said simply.
eornething natural. unaffected. an
direct In her usually self-consciou
and artificial manner struck Rachas
!. With . vague sense Of uneasinesI