The Washington herald., 1922-11-10

g.. ciandins crayns, the wife who disheaorsd
and deserted Jarroman, u the proprastor Of
. smart gambling sstablishmsnt'
Thssd and N.dis csn.pirs 70 susssituts e
getting yarroman's fortune for themselves.
when Thsed tslls NADIA shs 10 the daughter
Of an ex-convict, she IL hsarthroksn because
abe fssls that Lond and Lady Doueestsr Will
never sanction her marriage to their son.
rhssd brings NADIA and Jarroman to-
gsther. Jarroman. too. recognizes Camdsn's
ring and knows who Nadia n. He does not
suspect Thssd Of dupticity' He thinks he
has merely blundered. Jarroman's smhit-
tsrsd heart rsjeices that the victim Of his
hate 10 delivered into N hands.
Continued from Yesterday.
And what a campaign 1t would
be! His eyes glinted and his lips
were a bloodless line In his face. At
the moment life to one In this girls
position could mean so little that
its mere destruction could never
balance those twenty years of a liv-
ing death. He must create before
II would be possible to destroy-as
he meant to destroy. Well, with his
wealth he could cultivate a love of
luxury. a love of art, of material
refinement of every kind. He
would do more than crafty every
whim-he would create longings
and feed and stimulate them. He
would build her life for her on a
foundation stone of the most per-
feet human happiness; and then he
would drag the stone away-and
laugh.
He became conscious that the
girl was looking at him wistfully.
You won't mind IL 1 don't call
YOU father just at first, will you?"
she asked. 1T would seem strange
almost unnatural. And 1 am sure
you would rather 1 behaved nat
Urally with you-it would be better
for us both. And perhaps you
wouldn't mind calling me Nadia. in
stead of Penelope. 1 am used to
that name. you see."
you'll have to use Penelope for
anything legal" he warned her.
Checks. for instance. By the way.
we must fix you up with banking
account after lunch"
tresently they dismissed the taxi
and strolled about a little. They
came to Rotten Row. A girl of
Nadia's age. magnihcently mounted,
cantered past them, with glowing
checks. He glanced at Nadia and
was pleased to notice the interest
trim figure.
saddle he remarked. You your
self could learn easily-that is, il
it appeals to you"
Nadia's eyes frightened.
1T has always appealed to me-"
she said. But"
There are no butts now" said
Jarroman- unless you are one of
those who consider 1t wrong to in
dulge innocent pleasures. It's time
to think about lunch.'
In his boarding house at break
fast time he had heard someone dis
cussing the magnificence of the
Parnassus-the latest word in
American luxury. which London was
struggling to accept as a matter of
course without consulting Nadia
he took her there: and when they
were seated in the domed dining
room guessed that he had made a
mistake.
You don't like this placer he
asked solicitously.
Very much-as a place" she an
swered. But, you see, / am not
dressed for the part
He glanced at her with critical
approval. Her dress was pure
white, her hat of black lace, with
some fluffy trimming, that some
how made her look fragile and very
young.
That seems a trifle absurd. II /
may say So" he remarked. Speak
ing as man. 1 think your dress is
quite perfect"
Thank you" said Nadia. with a
flush and a laugh. But II is not
the men who count. Every woman
in the room knows to a pound what
my clothes cost 1t may seem to a
man small minded TO think of such
a thing, but IL you're a woman you
can't help II"
-Ah, we'll" said Jarroman, "that
Is . defect which can be corrected
in q few hours. l don't know any
thing about dress. except that 1t Is
simply q matter of ordering things.
II you'll write the names of a few
first-class shops on the back of this
menu I'll have credit accounts
opened for you before we get UP
from this table"
As he spoke he passed her the
menu and a fountain pen.
Nadia stopped him with a ges-
ture.
Not now. Please-I want to say
something
Jarroman waited.
Don't you think me ungrateful
for all the things you want to do
for me-" she began. You must
know that 1 am not. Butt cans
not sit still and have things poured
into my lap, as 1t were. You want
me to order the kind Of frocks that
go with a place like this. Now.
I'm not-silly about things. I like
nice thing-beautiful things. But
i wouldn't like to be idle. 1 must
do some kind of work"
For q moment Jarroman stared
at her. He was perturbed. and per-
turbation was dangerous to him.
He tried to analyze his agitation.
Something in her words compelled
his respect All. that was It, She