The Washington herald., 1922-05-29
coHtinHed from Yesterday.

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Jane bade good night to Mrs.
Marchand- Then she paused in the
dark hall Of her home to get over
the shock.
Mrs. Marchand, To think that
that sneaky little Frenchman had
been married all the while he was
making desperate love to her! He
had begged her TO give up Traverse
to elope with him to France!
Jane hid her face at the memory.
He had kissed her when he danced.
He had given her wine to drink
fiattery to drug her senses. Jane did
not doubt now that Il was much due
to his influence that she had won
the golden apple, for whatever else
Jules Marehand might be-he was.
At least, a notable artist He was
famous. He made money to dress
his wife in sable coats and dia-
monds and keep her conveniently be-
slowed in Europe-ali the while he
was going the merry go-round of
studio circles in New York City.
Jane shuddered
That was the type of men who
would follow her for her beauty
alone She was just another bright
color for his canvas.
Her soul-her mind-her spiritual
nature, what aid such a man care
for these? She was toy-a nice.
new. fresh toy! Her only advan-
taEe was that she was a toy inter-
esting enough for more than one
man TO want
1t thrilled Jane in primitive
sort Of way as she thought that
two men had fought for her
fought over her. One was her
hance who had loved her honestly
and wanted 20 marry her. and the
other was the husband Of another
woman-a little beast who wanted
TO ruin her lifei
Neither was hurt-thank God for
that! The doctor had assured Jane
that. after good nights rest
Traverse would be ht as a top
But what IL he had been hurt
Killed! Il would have been her
fault. Jane thought. How stupid
] have been. No matter what Nor
man does-I musts stand BY him,
must not allow jealousy or pride to
wreck my happiness-again."
BY this time she was walking up
the stairs to her apartment. The
elevator stopped running at . A.
M.-late enough! She kept think
ing
Even though she was ready to
forgive Norman for his filtration
with Nine. Naramova. would he for
give her for going with Marchand!
She climbed another flight OF
stairs
Jane was met at the door by her
mother. The difficulty of explain
Ing why she was coming home a,
dawn-alone-witho her escor.
was not the least of the predica-
ment.
Mrs. Richards noticed that her
costume was torn and badly spotted
with wine.
What In the world has happened
to you. Jane:" she demanded.
Norman got into a-nght."
Flight? What would he have &c
fight over. for goodness sake?"
Me"
The wine had not died out OF
Jane. Lazily she kicked of ths
silver slippers. She forgot that
they were very expensive and that
she had fingered a long while be-
fore she paid the price. She haa
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gown in her trousseau-now they
we're spattered with wine-mnd.
They were soiled. Just like her
thew were soiled.
1T was a terrible party" Jane
yawned as she tore of her gown.
Mrs. Richards laid back the
sheets NJ the bed. She knew that
this was not the time to scold but
something in the very nonchalant
air of Jane. warned that there wa,
much to hide-to forget.
Jane stretched ont wcarily. upon
the snowy bed. Her limbs were
aching. burning!
why. oh why. had she drunk that
wine?
Mrs. Msrchand had told her the
truth. II was an orgy! A disgust
Ing orgyi
But II had been gay, Something
to see-something not to miss. But
once. once was enough