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 CHAPTER-with his two daughters, years old, and his niece. Anne, Doctor Strickland, retired. is living at Mill Val His closest friend is Peter Joyce. some | thing of recluse. Visiting in the vi in ioVe wt snd lnle 9eerey | engaged to Cherry.
 gpeculating @ as to Toyds sie intentions. | Cherry brings himtos upper, practically announcing her engagement to him.
 CHAPTER III.-Doctor Strickland feels Cherry too young to marry. and urges | her to wait at least a year, but the eds9e get Seng d and tSe s9 faRe | place. the couple leaving at once for Fl Nido, where Martin is employed.
 CHAPTER Iv.--The honeymoon days GhefF s Harfn t3 ff and ane fne | monotony of her daily life. | CHAPTER v.-At Mill Valley, Justin A1ae @ ths weidn Se9n set egad foE 1o Cherry at Fl Nido and the two girls coax Martin in allowing Cherry to go | home for AnneS wedding. CHAPTER VI.-In her fathers house there with her rather sordid existence at | Fl Nido and realizes that her marriage
 
 Strickland, feeling that Cherry is not be- | ing, fair. to Martin, in that she is unduly ding. urges her to return to her husband. l She makes preparations for her depart ure.
 CHAPTER VII. Peter Joyce tells in his life. but the woman was not for | him. He does not reveal her name | Cherry rejoins her husband. CHAPTER VIII. - The young wife's dissa atisfaction increases and there is an | almost open break. Martin has a brief spell of sickness and something of her old feling for him returns to Cherry. (Continued from Yesterday.) Cherry picked up the little kodak prints; there were four five of them. She studied them with a pang at her heart. Alix in a loose rough coat, with her hair blowing in the wind and the peaked crest of Tamal- pals behind her-Alix busy with lunch boxes-Alix standing on the old bridge by the mill. A wave of homeSickness tasted bitter. She hated Alix, hated Peter; above all she hated herself. She wanted to be there, in Mill Valley, free to play and to dream again
 A day or two later she told Martin kindly and steadily that she thought it had all "been a mistake" She told him that she thought the only digni-
  him; she wodld always wish him well. but since the love had gone out of their relationship, surely it was only honest to end it.
 What's the matter?" Martin de- manded.
 Nothing special" Cherry assured him, her eyes suddenly watering. "Only Pm tired of it all I'm tired of But know it's the wise thing to do.''
 You'd go back to your father, I suppose % Martin said, yawning.
 Until I could get something,'' Cherry replied with dignity A vague thought of the stage fitted through her mind.
 "oh!" Martin said politely. "And would agree to this delightful arrange ment?" he asked.
 1T knew he wouldi" Cherry an- swered eagerly.
 "All right-you write and ask I+im!" Martin agreed good-naturedly. Cherry was surprised at his attitude, but grateful more than surprised.
 Not cross, Mart?" she asked
 Not the least in the world!' he answered lightly.
 Because I truly believe that we'd both be happier" the woman said The next day she sat down to write her father. She meditated, with, a troubled brow. Her letter was unex- pectedly hard to compose She could
  asking her father to rejoice in her homecoming. Somehow the matter persisted in growing heavy and the words twisted themselves about into ugly and selfish sounds. Cherry was young, but even to her youth the phases the misunderstood" and the ''uncongenial," the friendly parting before any bitterness creeps in," and the free to decide our lives in some happier and wiser way" rang false Pauline had been divorced a few years ago, and the only thing Cherry disliked in her friend was her cold husband.
 No, she couldn't be divorced wo- man. It was all spoiled, the innocent past and the future; there was no way outi She gave up the attempt at a letter and began to annoy Martin with talk of a visit home again.
 What yo want to go for?' pressible tears angered herself almost as much as they did Martin. 'I think they'd like me top she faltered.
 .tGo, if you want to!" he called, but she knew she could not go on that word.
 That's it." she said at last to her Helf, in one of her solitary hours 'Tm rest of my life it'll be Mart and T. Mart and Tin everything! For richer, for poorer; for better, for worse-that's marriage. He doesn't
  and perhaps there are a lot of other women worse off than I am. But it's its funny
 CHAPTER TX.
 In January, however, he came home one noon to find her halted and wrapped to go.
 "Oh, Mart-it's Daddyr she said. Hes Hive got to see hinni He's awful1y ill.,
 ''Te1egram?'' asked Martin, not particularly pleased, but not un- Lsympathetic, either. For answer she gave him the yellow paper that was wet with her tears. Dad ill., he read. Don't woFTy. Come ff you can. Alix.' 'TA bet it's a put-up job between you and ,A1ix-'' Martin said in in- du1gent suspicion.
 Her indignant glance sobered him; ne hastily arranged money matters aad that night she got of the train in