The Washington herald., 1922-01-29
Continues from Yesterday.
A Daring Chance.

In the weeks that followed
Jeanne delved deep into the society
she craved. She had not only the
numerous Invitations which her
charm and Canby's friendship had
brought her. but also. AZ rumors OF
her engagement to Victor Barstows
began to creep about. she became
so greatly in demand socially that
her afternoons and evenings had
necessarily to be divided up into
fractions In order that she might
appear at all the functions to which
she was urgently hidden.
Barstowe's family shared curious
~ in this desire for her presence.
Each weekend she was asked to a
house party at their country place.
At least once a week she was
guest in their box at the opera.
Between times she lunched with
Mrs. Barstowe at Delmonico's or
the Ritz, and one afternoon Bar
stowe, senior, took her to see .
marvellous private collection of rare
prints which almost equaled his
own.
Jeanne accepted all this attention
from her fiance's family with just
the correct air of gracious reserva-
ton. She was debonair, smiling
always, but inscrutable. Not even
Victor himself. fallen headlong into
his mad infatuation, could guess
what she was thinking. Her mys-
FERROUS, yelled eyes. which had so,
often aroused Aunt Emily's ire in
Iowa, now piaued her fashionable
scquaintances in New York.
One She Couldn't Fool.
All, that is. except Selby North:
Jeanne was too clever to believe
that she could ever fool him. The
little bald-headed, keen-eyed gossip
was shrewder even than Candy.
who blandly went his way in what
he privately termed his affair"
with Jeanne, mistakenly believing
that he was making daily progress
in his suit. Through some miracle
of chance, no rumor of her en-
gagement to Bastowe reached
Canby's ears. As Selby North put
It: In all delicscy one can't very
we'll tell Dick Candy that he's be-
ing made a fool of, We don't know
whether the old boys actually in
love at last, or whether this is just
another OF his little adventures;
but, in all events, il might not be
healthy for a chap to draw his at
tention to the fact that he's being
ouble-crossed." n
Though she was outwardlyU per-
soma grata with the Barstowe fam
lily. Jeanne was not deceived. Be
meath Mrs. Barstowe's grsciousness,
she felt the chill of ice and the
firmness of iron. She realized quite
well that Barstowe's mother was
merely camouflaging her enmity
lest her active opposition drive Vic
to some reckless act. ....- ---..
Jeanne felt, however, that the
game was not by any means lost
in fact she was making almost daily
progress. Little by little, her beau
ty, her perfect costuming. her
charm and ease of manner. her ap-
parent culture, were having their
effect upon the Barstowe disfavor.
An expert genealogist without. a
conscience had produced the health
lest sort of family trees to which
Jeanne casually drew Mrs. Bar
stoves attention. The impression IL
made upon that aristocratic lady
almost reconciled Jeanne to the ap-
pslling dent which its purchase had
made in her bank account.
No Time to Lose.
Looking over her banks state
ment one fine morning, while she
was arranging a dinner dance of
her own at which Victor's family
were to be the honored guests,