The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1922-05-30


that she has the lights in her home
placed so that they are thrown up on
her face. not down on it; then the
bad wrinkles are obliterated; any
clever photographer can tell you that
And now here was Lee arranging
her lights in this fashion. Sally asked
her about it.
J I've gone in for portrait painting,
seriously now, and the lights are for
my patrons" with a little sign. Z
oh, come over and look at these minia-
lures and I'll tell you about it" And
under cover of the pretended examlna-
ton Of them. she went on. - know
how things used to be with Graham
Browne and me, Sally; he was always
here, always at my beck and call.
didn't think much of it; as | told you,
my thoughts always went back to the
man to whom I had been so unhappily
married, and I felt that when l was
successful and could hold his interest
Id go back TO him.
We'll. | went back, not long ago,
and found that I'd gone beyond him
He no longer interested me. And l
found, too, that | was in love with
Graham Browne,
so back l came to New York,
blissfully happy. And-here was Ora
ham shadowing this dowdy little wom-
an whose chief talent lay in cake bak-
ing, apparently, l was sick with
humiliation and disgust. I did every
thing l could to bring him back, and
failed. So I've settled down to work
forever and ever, amen"
Sally stared at her, as she had stared
the afternoon when Lee told her OF her
unhappy marriage. 1t seemed curious
that the brilliHt, attractive young
woman should see love slip through
her hands always. She was much ad-
mired, much envied; her talent was
recognized everywhere Sally thought
her very beautiful, with her vivid,
curly red hair and her slim figure in
its clinging frock of midnight blue;
she wondered how it happened that
Graham Browne could prefer little
Babs. with her dowdy dresses and her
lack of guile.
Yet when he and Barbara arrived
she no longer wondered. For Barbara
had about her the womanliness that
could not fail to hold a man of
Brownies type She was sweet, de-
mure. unostentat iously beautiful. And
though she was less than %, the
motherliness that characterized her
love for her husband was expressed in
her face.
Barbara was delighted to see Sally.
Sally had written her when she went
to the store with Claire Finch, saying
that she was TO be out of town for a
time And when Patricia Loring's
husband was killed. she had tried to
reach Barbara at Tarrytown, and fail
ed.
Where is Pats? What is she do
ing?" demanded Barbara, eagerly
Andy and | have been on motor
trip with Graham-Mr. Browne-and
got home only a few days ago and
heard of Gibbs death then. Has Pats
changed greatly"
Yes, a good deal but l don't believe
the change will be lasting" Sally re
piled She adored Gibbs, and was
willing to give up anything or do any
thing for his sake. But now Mat hes
gone and she is back at home in the
same old environment. | think she'll
be the same Pats.
Sally longed TO ask her about her
friendship with Graham Browne but as
he was always at Barbara's side there
was little opportunity. There was NJ
need to wonder about his feelings
they were too apparent.
= "How's Andy?" asked Sally.
3 "Andy's doing wonderfully" Bar
bara answered. but despite the enthus
iasm in her voice Sally noticed 4 GER
tain wistfulness in that reply that SET
her wondering more than ever. This
was not the whole hearted enthusiasm,
of other days.
Mr.. Browne backed him in develop
ing that invention he'd been working
on so long" Barbara went on. 'And
it's a huge success. We're really go
ing to be able to have some of the
things we've always wanted"
Sally knew what the things we've
always wanted" had formerly meant
the most important item had been E
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