Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1922-11-22
She di6a'e Usne Q hssbsai!
He d'Ss't sssss . vtis'
But they married on IN
original theory. Out Of this
quaint situation Berta Ruck
has woven . fascinating
novel.
The SubconsciOHs
COnrtsltip
BEGINS TOMORROW ON THIS
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~ the pregnant suggestion IN Kennetly's
demand and the Vigorous expression Of
IL; While Nancy. was hypnotissd. The
cup che rAs holding slipped from her
hand and tinkled and retinkled % Il
shattered and rolled upon the hoor. ls
seemed to her that thought was sud.
aenly suspended, no longer hers to com.
Answer me! Whose 10 MP" Ken.
nedy ceased to wear the ASPECT Of the
osoken man; he was alive, terrifyinsly
Patience, Mr.. Kennedy," warned
Bancroft, finding his voice.
"Patience3" Well, yes, that 10 co."
some Of the tensenese went out Of Ken.
nedy's body. "But I demand TO know
now this box came to Be In the posses.
sion Of Miss Bowmsu."
Why" asked Bancroft, speaking
fof Nancy. who could not have uttered a
word just then had her life depended
80" ,"WSy' Becau.. the box is mine.
Nancy" cried Bancroft. besinu,us
laid his hand on her arm.
The touch broke tho spell. eft was
nee outside his door" she whispered.
because eecauss even to whisper took all the
Don't you understand. Nancy?"
ssid Bancroft. the blood laundering In
.,s Snu. esss; .rs; "Mr. Kennedy is probably
''Picbabiy!" Kennedy let 70 the old
ironic laughter that came from behind
Wais OF ovt OF cavesns.. And I thought
;;od was done with me! My daughter?
tiow do I know? How does she know?"
He laushed again.
4, nancy heard her voice: it said: II
Sont Son :, know. now I don't know. But il that
'0n ths Gans. i Is IrS srSvem e'ns: g. TX.
Jaipur. 1000.' Mary bought Il OF, our
honeymoon, and used It az level box.
Thae IL my proof. Where IL yours?'
pnantasmagoria. To Bancroft's vision
Kennedy became something unreal, ter.
Frying. To judge, to question, to doubt.
IN 9 moment like this. when the man
ought to bs on his knees, grateful TO
God tor this miracle!
Il haysn,t any" said Nancy. Was
Size real? Was anybody in this room
real! DID the room itself existT
Sir' said Bancroft. breaking the
pause. wouldn't You like this lovely
sirl for daughter? You quibble Look
az her She 10 moro lovely than any
}ewel that ever reposed in that box.
Wnat: Do you, need lawyers and docu.
Mcnts ana coustrooms. when by simple
Ss,sh.. SssuIre Go;I places her before you. your
"ausn'eF' believe in this miracle"
HE II Your Father
Kennedy's face softcned and the
mocking fire went out Of his ewes. liz
laid aside the box and approached the
bswildered Nancy, taking her face be.
tween his hands and coming tho TEA.
lures. one by one. In the end kc dropped
HI: hands and shook his head.
No. There IL not one sign. =" he said,
ms MS voice % less round and steady: moth.
ing that reminds. ,ne Of ms wife,"
BUT when she smiles, SIR" said
bancroft. to whom there was no longer
you. She puzzled mo that first night
DO you remember when YOU smiled at
tho chair? Well, the smile she offered
It them" ' nav"
This rather staggered Kennedy. He |
at down heavily. 'You don't Under.
stand. It would be easy to put nv arms
around this sirl-for she Is loveiy-ano
call her my daughter. But II she
weren't; and then, just as my heart
was full Of her, to have her torn, from
me! You see, I'm q little suspicious OF
sS;odi {. 3D. as y:es." He hid his face in his
9;%d:; f!ys :ot to knosp k3sipYS; y; box and smile!
v.rsS Go to III him." whispered Bancroft to
Ns NNsnsy' !: ro,;s In Co.: I'd! name' 90 to hm
,.!s shs sl.. he'it.atsd: 4. s but this hesitation
stranger, but lately a sinister shadow
thrown across their iivcs-Eer fathsr
jaipur boz and Z smile Where Wa ~
that attribute men called instinctY Why
didn.e 1t tell her. one way or tho
"You. tooI' cried Bancroft, who
could not understand why these two
weren't IN each others arms. "Don't
But does hc want me?"
GO and find out"
Suddenly the confusion went out OF
her, and tho weakness. and she com.
pretended what fate intended her to do,
There was no binding revelation, no
sudden born love-; but there was pity,
md out OF th!s pity grew o hunger and
:laim tho JaipHr box. This man. Mua'u wI,om SSes
misfortune had hammered into brass.
was probably her father, but never
would either Of them be able to prove
"We don't know" she began, "and
70 shall never know actually. but
what other chance have you Of fndins
'our daughter? What other chancc
ave / Of finding my father? Tho boz .
vas found with mo outside good mans
loor. Abandoned by thieves, who were
Ifyaid to 20 on with their crime, for
ome reason. But did I come from the
omc house as the hog? Only God can
answer that question, and lie never
viii. Perhaps in the days to come you
nay discover that I possess some little
,sbite that were my mother 's-your
Mary 'ss--since thero IL nothing in my
ACE that ,stirs you;, II accept you
'thsr man. Do you want lne!"
medley! Careless thieves, tskins % her
ewel box and her baby !"
"Do you want ms:" repeated Nancy,
orcing his hands from his eyes.
The music Of her voice, her lowell.
,ess. the soft velvet Of her eye. Sud.
lenly Kennedy took her into his arms,
rushing her into breathlessnsss,
''Eoraive me! have doubted every.
thing on earth, and God besides! Nv
Aary's girl! 10 hold something sweet
md Lying in these empty arms once
With kindlins eye Bancroft approach.
ID. This particular branch Of the In.
,ocent lsystandcrs. Unlimited, had
iquidated Its affairs, but tho Great Ad.