Iron County record. [volume] (Cedar City, Utah) 1893-1982, 1921-12-16


II was mouth OF secrets and of mys-
terry, of character, mouth that had
known the trembling of pain and grief,
perhaps. but a firm mouth now, and
beautiful one.
Looking at her, an artist would
have fancied her bold and charming
and boyish-looking little girl, fifteen
years ago, with that Greek chin and
that tawny name would have seen her
sexless and splendid In her early teens,
with fiat breast and an untamed eye.
And romancer might have wondered
what paths had led her, in the superb
realization of her beautiful woman
hood, at twenty-seven, to this subor-
dinate position in the home of a self
made rich man, and this conventional
tea table on a terrace over the Hud-
son.
NEARLY half-past FIVE. Nina" she
said, presently. "Go and change and
brush. that's darlingl You look
rather tumbled."
Nina, reaching for a marion, obedi-
emily wandered away, and Immediately
the empty chair beside Harriet was
taken by newcomer, Richard Carter
himself, the owner of all this smiling
estate, who had come up from the
little launch Mt the landing had
Harriet saw at glance. and had un-
expectedly joined them for tea.
Tea, Mr.. Carter?' Harriet ven.
tured
He was watching his wife with a
sort Of idle interest. She had to re-
peat her invitation.
IF you please. Miss Field! Tea
sounded right, somehow, to me today.
It's been terrible dayl"
II can imagine IT." Harriet's voice
was pleasantly commonplace. But the
moment had Its thrill for her. This
lean, tall. tired man, with his abstract
manner, his perfunctory courtesies, his
nervous, clever hands. doomed In oddly
heroic proportions In Harrlet's life.
His face was keen and somewhat
lined under a smooth crest of slightly
grazing hair; he smiled very rarely,
but there was certain kindness In
his gray eyes, when Nina or Ward
or his wife turned to him, that Har-
riet liked.
For Harriet he had hardly n dozen
words year. He merely smiled
kindly when she thanked him for the
Christmas gift that bore his I'M
touched card; II she went to her sis
ter for day or two, he gave her only
a nod of greeting when she came back.
Now and then he asked with sharp
interest about Nina's teeth or his
mothers headache.
But Harriet had known other types
of men, and for his very sllences, for
his indifference, she had begun to adj
mire him long ago. She had not been
born in this atmosphere of pleasure
and ease and riches; she was not en-
tirely untitled to judge man.
Isabelle was always breezily civil to
her husband; he had long ago van
ished as completely from among the
vital elements of her life as II he were
dead, perhaps more than If he were
! dead. She thought-if she thought
about him AT all--that he never saw
her little affairs; she supposed him
perfectly satisfied with his home and
children and club and business, and
incidentally with his beautiful figure
head of wife. They had Quarreled
dlstressingly, several years ago, when
he had bored her with references TO
her duty" and her influence over
Nina, and her obligations to her true
self. But that had all stopped long
since. and now Isabelle was free to
sleep late, to dress at leisure, to make
what engagements she pleased. to see
the persons who interested her. Rich
ard never intcrfered never was. there
IA more perfectly discreet and gener-
Gus husband. Half the women Isabelle
knew were attempting to live exactly
as she did, to cultivate "suitors," and
drift about in mn atmosphere of new
gowns and adulation and orchids and
softly lighted drawing rooms, and In
cessant playing with fire; 1t was the
accepted thing. In lsabelle's circle,
and that she was more successful In
II than ether women was not at all
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