The Pulaskian., 1921-05-26
CHAPTER Two-continued.

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 "It's fact Susan told me. Mr Baker doesn't know the truth yet and she doesn't dare to tell him. She's scared stiff Pauline went over to Hazelmead last week to visit Emma Stacy against his wishes. She met the young man at dance. Susan got q letter from Pauline last night making clean breast of the matter. They are married and stopping at hotel in New York"
 My lord should think she would be scared stiff," said Mrs. Bing
 'I think there is a good reason for the stiffness of Susan" said Mrs. Sin gleton, the wife of the Congregational minister We all know that Mir. Ba- ker objected to these modern dances and the way that Pauline dressed. He used to say that it was walking on the edge of precipice."
 There was a breath of silence in which one could hear only faint rus tie like the stir of some invisible spirit.
 Mrs Bing sighed He may be all right she said in low, calm voice.
 But the indications are not favor able" Mrs. Singleton remarked.
 The gossip ceased abruptly, for the girls were coming from the palm room.
 The next morning Mrs. Bing went to see Susan Baker to offer sympathy and helping hand. Mamie Bing was, after all, Il good-hearted woman. By this time, Mir. Baker had been told. He had kicked hole in the long look ing-glass in Pauline's bedroom and flung pot of rouge through the win dow and scattered talcum powder all over the place and torn a new silk gown iuto rags and burned it in the kitchen stove and left the house slam ming the door behind him. Susan had gone to bed and he had probably gone to the club or somewhere. Perhaps he would commit suicide. Of all this, it is enough to say that for some hours there was abundant occupation for the tender sympathies of Mrs. J. Patterson Bing. Before she left. MT. Baker had returned for luncheon and seemed to be quite calm and self-possessed when he greeted her in the hall below stairs.
 On entering her home, about one o'clock, Mrs. Bing received a letter from the hand of Martha.
 Phyllis told me to give you this as soon as you returned" said the girl. What does this mean?" Mrs. Bing whispered to herself as she tore open the envelope.
 Her face grew pale and her hands trembled as she read the letter. Dearest Mamma" it began, II am going to Hazelmead for luncheon with Gordon King. I couldn't ask you be- cause l didn't know where you were. We have waited an hour. I am sure you wouldn't want me to miss having a lovely time. I shall be home before ,, five. Don't tell fatherl He hates Gordon so.
 Phyllis" , "The boy who insulted her! My ! God!" Mrs. Bing exclaimed in whis- per She hurried to the door of the buffers pantry. Indignation was in | the sound of her footsteps. \ Martha" she called. | Martha came.
 | Tell James to bring the big ear al once. I'm going to Hazelmead." "Without luncheon?" the girl asked Just give me sandwich and IT l eat 1t in my hand"
 T want you to hurry she said tC
 James as she entered the glowing
 limousine with the sandwich half con
 sumed.
 They drove at top speed over tn,
 smooth, state road to the mill city. A | half past two. Mrs. Bng alighted q ' the fashionable Gray Goose inn wher, l the best people had their luncheon l parties. She found Phyllis and Cor l don in cozy alcove. slipping cogna,
 and smoking cigarettes. with an ic,
 tub and champagne bottle besid I them. To tell the whole truth, it wa | a timely arrival. Phyllis, with no no
 tion of the peril of it, was indeed hay
 Ing "a lovely time"-the time of he
 young life. in fact For half an hour
 she had been hanging on the edge o ' the giddy precipice of clcpement. Sh