The Washington herald., 1922-01-07
Continued from YESTERDAY.

woman"
You, my dear Henry. have the
honor of being my first and only
breakfast guest"
Jeanne reassured him, still with
trace of mockery.
He drew a deep sigh.
Il hoped so. It's not right for
you to live in q big hotel like this
without a chaperone," he was be-
ginning, when there was a rap on
the door.
Thinking 1t was a waiter with
fresh toast. Jeanne called Conner
The door opened on Adele Park
inson.
May 1 really Gomez she asked
her bright eyes resting doubtfully
on Harrison. Il didn't want to ring
on the phone and wake you UP IL
you were still snoozing, so 1
thought I'd just come up and listen
at your door"
- Mr.. Harrison From lows.
Jeanne sprang up with a swirl
OF grey draperies, and drew Mrs
Parkinson into the room.
I'm tremendously glad TO see
you" she pre- stricated with con-
vincing Eraciousness You're just
in time for hot coffee and I'm ex-
pecting fresh toast at any min
ute"
She drew the young widow into
chair at the side of the table and
turned to Harrison. who was stand
ing. awkwardly clinging to his SER
viette.
This is Mr.. Harrison. from-er
OOwa," she presented him to
bought a large tract Of land from
me-" she explained. The sale is
to be executed this morning, as
soon as have finished breakfast -
How do you do?" Adele Parkin-
son extended her hand frankly to
Harrison. looking up at him with
her bright-eyed stare. Anyone
would know you were from the
West. You dwarf these ridiculous
creatures in New York who call
themselves men,"
The grim expression which had
come about his mouth at Jeanne's
explanation of his presence, gave
way to a friendly smile.
That's mighty nice Of youi 1
don't mind telling you. 1 feel like
lost baby. This is my first trip
to New York"
Really? How delightful" Adele
settled herself comfortably in her
chair and drew forth her cigarette
case. NO coffee. thanks. nor
hours ago. and I've already been
look it!''
She turned a fresh, glowing face
toward Harrison. She wore a
smartly-taiIored suit. and. for the
first time since Jeanne had met her
was without her Oriental earrings
and chains and the heavy Oriental
frdgr3nce which seemed to emanate
from her bizarre gowns as she
moved. Her manner was frank and
unaffected, too.
why Not Come westf
Harrison regarded her approx
insly. His embarrassment had de-
serted him.
Il think, Mr.. Harrison" con-
tinued Mrs. Parkinson, inhaling her
cigarette, that il must be worth
ten years of life just to be able to
say that one has visited any place
for the first time. I've lived for
awhile in almost every port on the
globe and it's nesrtrendfng to think
that no matter where / travel. ]
am able to say to myself: We're
getting near the city now! 1 remem-
bcr those flour posters! Or: The
seas only few miles away. There
are the same old salt meadows"
Ever been to Iowa. Mrs. Parkin-
SON. inquired Harrison. bending
forward. his hands between his
knees
He shook his head.
Then you've one new expert
ence. Why don't you come out
there?"
Jeanne laughed over her chOco-
why should anyone want to go
to Iowa-or West at all. for that
matter?"
"Everybody's not like you. Jane. -
reproached Harrison.
Jeanne flushed crimson at his use
Of her name. And Jane" Of all
namesi Adele Parkinson raised her
brows a trifle. but gave no other
sign that she had heard. Harrison,
entirely innocent of his slip. went
on talking to the vivacious widow,
painting in f1attering colors the
beauties of the West.
The phone rang. 1t was Candy.
Thought I'd call up to tell you
that I'll motor you down to the
Forbes tomorrow afternoon. It's
a rotten trip on the train, and I'll
be going out myself at half-past
four"
Jeanne considered hastily.
She didn't want to arrive in Can
by's car. She didn't want the other
guests to conceive the idea that she
was paired of with Candy at the
house party. But how to refuse?
Copyright, 1922 by the Bell Syndi-
cate, 1nc.)
Another fne installment of this
story tomorrow.
To be Continued Tomorrow.