The Washington herald., 1922-02-14
cortirasd from Yesterday.

CoNtiaged from Yesterday.
She made a vague gesture with
her hands.
Is IL necessary for me to tell you
anything"
He was staring at her hard
It's not quite customary for one
to laugh so audibly when one II
aIone-over webster's dictionary"
Melodrama.
Are you insinuating then that i
was not alone?'
She swept the room with ges-
ture.
See for yourself" she invited
carelessly. and, trailing over to the
couch, flung herself fun length
among the cushions.
You might even open the French
windows and look out on the bal
cony. and. come to think OF It,
there's a ledge"
"Jeannew his Mortified exclama-
tion cut in upon her mocking tone.
Good lord, you don't think
think"
Apparently you're not quite GER
tain what you think and you're not
convinced by what you see. So I
should infinitely prefer to be re-
HeNeQ OF SuSplClOu
He came over and stood beside
her. looking, down at her. grimiy.
Don't you think IT, is rather an
insult to me to insFnuate that /
have any suspicion of my wife?"
he asked quietly.
I'm rather more concerned in
the fact that Il Is a distinct insult
to me-" she returned easily. Il
should consider that the only
reparation you can make Is to prove
your suspicion unfounded. and ad-
init as much to me-
VERY WELL" he flung out OF the
room. gave her dressing room a
brief survey from the doorway.
and came back to her.
Il apologize for the unfortunate
remark made about ones laugh
ing alone. That. / believe started
this whole CHASTITY scene. II
il satisfactory"
Jeanne smiled up at him, her
eyes glinting with mockery.
you have not yet searched my
bedroom. believe that Is Gus
tomary in all French farces."
He stood looking at her silently
for q moment while the dull red
crept up to his forehead.
Then he turned on his heel and
went out, without further remark.
Jeanne lay motionless, listening
to his footsteps dying away down
the outer corridor.
Losing Her Luck.
Then she got up slowly, and went
over to the table where she picked
up the dictionary and regarded II
with a little twisted smile.
= n0kr
childr' she told herself. "Once this
chance volume on which your hand
rested would have been a book of
Ring Lardner's-and the day would
have been saved"
She went back to the couch, lifted
the cover and took out the crumpled
collection of her bills. As she sorted
them, she shook her hand sadly.
"A child of destiny no longer!'
she whispered, as she snapped them
together with a rubber band
Her eyes, rowing about the room
for a place of concealment for this
damaging evidence fell on the little
Jewel casket which Bonnicetti had
given her.
She picked Il up and touched the
hidden spring which opened a satin
lined recess. A few of her Jewels
lay scintillating in its ruby nest
Her pearls. and the more valuable
Sits which had been wedding pres
ents, were put away in the wall safe
in the library downstairs. Barstowe.
senior, and his secretary alone knew
the combination to that, she thought
with a WY smile. For II occurred
TO her suddenly that some day, II
her creditors became too persistent,
she might resort to the pearls as a
means Of raising ready money. She
had read that society women often
sold their pearls and wore clever
limitations to tide them over a A.
nancial crisis.
She looked speculatively at the
jewels in the Venetian casket.
No, there were not enough to pay
even her modistei
She tried to fit the little packet
Of bills into the case, fearing to
tear them up and have the pieces
found and fitted together by curl
Gus servants, <and there was no
place to burn them without leaving
the evidence of ashes.