The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1921-12-29
Coxtinssd from Yesterday.


comfort" Jeanne hesitated and
added with an embarrassed little
laugh. Isn't it ridiculous to notice
such a thing in this modern age?
sound like my own grandmother"
He looked down at her. his grey
eyes suddenly dark with q queer
tenderness. -..
II think it's rather nice. And
unusual. But then, you're unusual
in every way" he declared with en-
gazing candor.
Are you going to be banal
AGAIN. smiled Jeanne.
He flushed up to his tanned fore
head
II know I'm making a fool Of my
self tonight. Really, Miss Dare, I'm
not always such a consummate ass.
But you-somehow you make me
feel like college freshman"
Jeanne laughed.
what an unpleasant pedagogical
person must be-
He shook his head.
On the contrary, you're such a
charming person that I'd like much
more OF your society. Won't you
ask me to call?' ..-.
Jeanne caught her breath. For an
instant she was almost dizzy.
The golden purse of Fortunatus
was almost within her grasp. The
coveted prize for which she had
mortgaged her entire future dan
gled just above her head.
II am one of the Worlds home
less" she said gravely, as II her
heart were not beating wildly, 81
carry in my purse the badge of the
Lonely, the little wooden placard
with the hotel key attached. But I
serve tea to my friends in my lit
tie sitting room every afternoon
at five"
May I come tomorrow" he asked
eagerly
She nodded assent
And" he -hesitated will all
this gang be there?" nodding to-
ward the dancers.
Again Jeanne's heart leaped with
her triumph.
Il have asked no one specially
she replied quietly, but they all
know they are welcome"
There was no trace of coquetry,
no recognition of the significance
CT his desire to see her alone
merely grave-eyed graciousness.
MORE DREAMS
1t was the last waltz. Barstowe
reluctantly released her from his
embrace and restored her to the
frankly impatient Candy, who az
ready had secured her wrap from
the sleepy maid in the dressing
room.
Going home with the Maitlands.
Vic?" he asked, as IL he feared that
he might have to offer a lift in his
own car.
Barstowe shook his head.
Driving home tonight. The fam
ily's staying In the country this
winter. Dads heal.h's pretty rot
ten"
Jeanne had seen more than one
photograph of the Barstowe place
in the country" 1t was a veritable
palace. Several magazines had run
interior views, detailing its beau
ties.
That treasure house would be
Victor Barstowe's some day.
She walked as one in a dream to
the waiting limousine. Still in the
dream, she responded to Mrs. Par
kinson's bright chatter about the
party during the ride home. thank
ed Candy graciously at the eleva-
tors. and made her way up to her
suite.
Before she switched on the lamps.
she was drawn again by the lure or
the Park view, the long soldierly
line OF lights down the Avenue, the
rejected glow in the night sky.
These represented to her the city.
New York! She was gong to con-
quer IT,!
: This was her first night OF tri-
had been herself deemed worthy.
How she had feared that when the
moment came, she should prove in
adequate.
She switched on the lights and
turned to look at her reflection In
the long mirror on the bedroom
door. -
Beautiful svelte. radiant. her
wrap slipping from hawless shout
ders. orchids crushed in their ex.
otto fragrance against her breast.
! She looked the role her ambition
had fashioned for her.
, She. had turned the key upon the
door to the past. iowa. Aunt. Emily,
Jane Dare, had ceased to exist
Henceforth Jeanne Dare woulo
dip her hands deep in the rio hoffer-
ing OF Life. -
Dare! How appropriate that she
had been born to such q name.
all. against her great ambition. She
told herself exuftAntiy. 8
Tomorrow!
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