Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1921-10-20

merc matter OF no consequence. we
haven't arranged anything, but he asked
me 10 run up to st. Andrews with him
iater on for some golf. You don't care
Ior solf. L know, and / shouldn't care
10 90 unless you were having q good
time somewhere, too :"
she did not care for golf It was
cievcr OF him to put Il that way. she
thought, az she answered bravely:
enjoy It." '''
lie looked at her for the first time,
and there wns n vague sort Of discoIn-
fort In his handsome eyes.
You re sure you don't mind?'
Mind !" Marie almost laughed.
What difference would It make II she
told him that she hated the idea of his
going away from her more than any
thing In the world. "Of course I don't
mind, ] should certainly arrange to 20.
| thought we agreed that we were each
to 20 our own wayT'
Know we did, but thought
well; II you are quite sure you don't
Quite sure" There was a little
pause. Perhaps Mr.. bakers will go,
too" she hazarded.
Yes. probably, I should think. u
heard from him this morning"
And is he still away?',
Yes; he asked IL we had made any
plans for the autumn"
She noticed the little pronoun, and
her heart warmed: she knew that
Feathers Mt least-with all his con
tempt for women and mnrriage-would
not leave her out of scheme of things
that concerned Chris.
She looked at her husband. and her
throat ached with tears. which she had
kept pent up in her heart for SO long
now.
She was sure that Chris could always
tell when she had been crying, and she
was sure that 1t made him little
colder to her. little less considerate.
She loved him so much Even the
little line between his brows, which
was the result of his habit of frowning.
was beautiful to her +: she still thought
him the handsomest man in the world.
She would have loved to go to st.
Andrews with him: she knew Chris had
been there for golf many times, and
the very name conjured up visions of his
old tweed coat and the thick low -heeled
shoes he always wore when he played,
and she wished with all her heart tina!
she had the courage to ask him to take
her.
She had never been to Scotland. but
the very mention of it seemed to speak
of wide stretches Of moorland and pur-
ple heather and the cool fresh mountain
air.
She moved restessly, and Chris look
ed up.
"Shall we go?'
Eyes, l am ready
They went out into the street. Marie
knew now why he had brought her out
this afternoon, why he had suggested
that pearl necklace; 1t was kind OF
offering in exchange for his freedom for
the next few weeks.
She supposed that most women would
have acted differently would have re-
fused to be left at home-would have
cried and made scene; but the heart
of Marie Celeste felt like well from
which the tears have been drawn.
Let him go! What use to try to
keep him an unwilling prisoner?
She passed s!eeplcss night turning
things over in her tired mind, trying
to find q way out Of the enlargement
which seemed to grow with every pass
ing day. 80.
that was not too unhappy Surely there
must be women In the world sufficiently
clever to do what hitherto she had
failed to do
In the end she decided to write to
Dorothy Webber. After all, they had
been good friends, and it would DO
pleasant to sec her again. She wrote the
following morning, and asked Dorothy
to come TO London. CHRIS is gong
70 have YOU for company. Shall we go
m Wales or Ireland for little trip!
She asked the question, parrot like,
/, ohedience to her husbands suSges-
ton. not in the very least because she
wished TO leave London, or to visit any
Mace. Wales or Ireland might have oeeh
Timbuctoo or Honolulu for oil she cared:
She told Miss Chester what she md
done. ,,1 d.or "
she added. ,, ,5 .o,d
IT have often thought how well Chris
and Dorothy would get on together,
she said innocently. 'ihey are very
much alike in their love OF sport.
Marie bit her lip. e.,,,
Chris is going away to scotland,
she said. "golting with Aston hhsnt
and Mr.. bakers. ,...
1
Then, my dear child, pray go with
him Mountain air Is JUST what you
want 70 nut some color into those pale
IEpcEs. If it is for my sake that you
arc gtaying / beg of you to go; l will
speak to Chris myself
Marie laughed nervously.
II don't want to gO-l hate long
railway journeys. You know | do. l
would much rather stay hCre. Auntle,
it's really the truth ~
Miss Chester took a good deal of per-
suading. but finally gave in. Il don't
like the idea of husband and wife being
separated when there Is no need for it,
she said in a troubled voice, but Marie
only laughed as she bent and kissed
her,
"You need not worry about that"
she said. Think how pleased we shall
be to sec him when he comes home
She waited anxiously for Dorothy's
reply TO her letter. which came two
days later.
IL should have loved to come, so she
wrote. "but only the day before got
your letter accepted another invita-
ton, but II you will ask me again later
on. Marie, III be there like bird"
Marie's first feeling was one Of re-
| lief that Chris would not meet her,
after all. but the next moment she was
dospising herself for tho thought How
| could she he so petty and jealous? And,
| besides. it would nave been less lonely
Dorothy was always good company.
She told Chris of Dorothy's letter,
but hc seemed unimpressed.
well, I should ask her later or"
he said casually.
Eyes. will. Have you fixed any
thing up yet?"
"Yes-at least, Knight is doing nil