The Washington herald., 1922-02-09

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He smiled at her whimsically, ana
Jeanne murmured something appro-
priately encouraging.
She was secretly delighted to hear
that Barstowe had already come in
to his Inheritance. An income from
his father had been all she had ex-
pected him to have. though she
knew that the son of a multimil-
lionaire should receive a munificen,
sum. But to know that already the
Barstowe millions were bestowed
upon this only son was comforting
and immensely gratifying.
Building Air Castles.
At once she began to plan how
they should live. the income she
would ask for her purely personal
expenses. . She wondered how
early In the honeymoon 1t would be
proper for her to approach such
subjects. Between them there had
been no such discussion as yer.
The days passed swiftly.
The white yacht drifted lazily
over warm, blue seas under a sky
fairly bronze with the tropic sun.
They stopped at Havana and did
the races and investigated every
attraction that Bermuda offers to
winter guests. They visited Porto
Rico. and. coming back t Palm
Beach, spent several wonderful
days there before boarding the
yacht again for the homeward trip.
Jeanne, lounging comfortably at
full length in a wicker deck char.
heaped with cushions which bore
the Barstowe insignia in gold
thread, felt born again into a new,
delightful life where idleness and
wealth were the watchwords.
At Havana and Palm Beach she
had worn her trousseau gowns and
the jewels which had been included
among her wedding gifts, and noted
with satisfaction that feminine eyes
turned to follow her enviously.
Everywhere they had gone there
had been fiattering newspaper COM
ment, and the ubiquitous camera
man to snap them as they entered
or left the hotel.
When the yacht steamed into
colder waters and a fur wrap re-
placed the soft silks and chiffons
in which she had been swathed un-
der the gay deck awning, she reused
herself from the delightful lethargy
into which she had fallen during
the two weeks of her honeymoon.
She was ready for the fray now!
She was prepared to take ner place
as Victor Barstowe's wife and steer
his social bark for him, while he
occupied himself in the newly
launched business which Jeanne Sc
cretly regarded as his fad.
When the skyline of New York
became visible, she stood beside him
at the rail, her hand tucked CRATE
fully in his.
She had become very fond Of him
in that fortnight. He had been
kind and considerate. always
thoughtful for her comfort, always
deferring to her wish, and yet do
ing so without the slightest sug-
gestion of subservience. which she
would have termed weakness and
met with a curled lip.
Even though she told herself that
her young husband was a toy in her
hands which she would wind and
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pleased her, she was not herself
assured that this was the truth.
The uncertainty piqued her. She
rather looked forward to a crisis
that would openly test her power.
A Disquieting Remark.
Barstowe slipped an arm around
her as she leaned on the rail be-
side him, the freshening breeze
sending curly tendrils of her hair
blowing across his face. 1t was
approaching the sunset hour, and
the bay was like molten gold with
a flame lighting the Western sky.
Are you glad to get home again,
dear? Do you think you'll be happy
living out of town with mother and
dad for awhile?"
4 vision of the palatial Barstowe
country place drifted transiently
across the face of the sunset, and
Jeanne nodded.
Il think I shall be very happy"
she replied. will your
He hesitated the fraction of a
second.
20 course, should prefer havinA
my wife all to myself" he con-
fessed. but you will be more com
Portable out in the country. Pretty
soon I think I'll be able to give
you a place in town"
Surprised, she was about to ask
him what he meant, until it oc-
Cured to her that he was probably
referring to a tactful way of with
drawing from the parental roof.
But that little phrase. BE able to
give you a place in town." annoyed
her.
1t smacked too much of the lean
days when she had had to take what
she could afford, not what she de-