The Elk Mountain pilot., 1922-01-12

mothers sake, when Ward burst in.
He had travelled almost four hundred
miles by motor that day, his face was
streaked with dirt and oil, and CHASTITY
with fatigue. He went straight to
his father.
Say. what's all this I" he said, in q
voice hardly recognizable. Harriet
saw that he had been drinking. II got
your wire, and we started. thought
the Mater was sick. perhaps. My God
that worried me !" he broke of BIT
terly. "Blondin came with me; we
stopped on the road for dinner. and
the man had paper there. Is that
what you wanted me for-I don't be-
lieve 1t! It's dirty lie, and the boun-
der that put that In the paper"
I'm glad you came home, my boy"
Richard said. I've been waiting for
you"
Harriet heard no more; she slipped
from the room. There were genuine
tears in her own eyes now; for the
boy had flung himself face downward
against great chair, and was crying.
All the household knew it; Harriet
could read 1t in Bottomley's carefully
usual manner and quiet speech. In the
little music room across the hall Royal
Blondin was waiting.
'"This is a terrible thing!' he said,
seriously.
"Oh, frightfull" Harriet agreed. A
rather fiat silence ensued. She seemed
to have nothing to say to Royal now.
But she was not surprised when,
moment later, Nina came softly in, the
picture Of girlish distress, with her wet
eyes and fresh white gown.
II thought it best to leave Ward
with Granny and Father" Nina said,
in vague explanation, going straight to
Blondin, who rose, dusty and weary,
but with a solicitous manner that was
infinitely soothing.
His manner, Harriet had grudgingly
to admit. was perfection. When Rich
ard and Ward Joined them a few mo-
ments later, he expressed himself with
manly brevity to the older man. He
realized, said Bfondin, simply. that he
was absolutely de trop he had merely
imagined, as "the lad" had imagined.
that the sudden summons from camp
meant illness or ordinary emergency,
or he would not have intruded at this
time. He would not express SYM
pathy that must sound extremely airy
to the stricken family. And now, If
they would lend him Hansen, he would
go over to the club
Nonsense |" Ward said. You're all
dirty and tired and hungry, and SO am
/. Wen clean up. and then we'll have
something to eat first Miss Harriet
will look out for u.s."
"And I'd like to see you for mo-
ment In the library, Miss Field" Rich
ard said, rather wearily. II want
something sent to the papers," he ex-
planned in an undertone.
Ah-they all wanted her. and needed
her! How quick, and how efficient,
and how elf-effacing Harriet was as
she went about the business of making
them all comfortable!
They talked deep into the night,
Harriet knew, for she herself was
sleepless, and she could see from the
upper balcony that a stream Of golden
light was pouring across the brilliant
flowers beneath the library windows.
She reviewed the incredible events
of the past few days. and the actors
drifted before her vision fitfully: Isa-
belle. white-bosomed and beautiful, in
her prime; Tony Pope, passionate and
wretched; Royal, low-voiced, dreamy,
poetic, with his eloquent black eyes;
Nina, newly awakened; Ward. weak,
boyish, ardent; Madame Carter, full of
theatrical dignity and well-rounded
phrases, and lastly-simple. strong,
anxious to protect them all, even from
their own follies-Richard.
Not one word of blame, not one
ugly insinuation," she mused, "yet she
has shamed him, and he is so honor
able; and she has made him conspicu-
Gus, when he is so modest"
She thought of Isabelle, fresh from
Germaine's careful hands, lying in her
exquisite white against the cushions
of a deck chair, smiling, In the rosy
flattering light under the green avn
ing, at the infatuated man beside her.
"Ugh" said Harriet, with a healthy
uprush of utter disgust. These few
months would not be cloudless for Isa-
| belle, by any means. And after them,
what? Was it conceivable that those
| fatal sixteen years would fail to iden-
tify Tony and Isabelle wherever they
went. even though the press was not
eagerly assisting them2 Supposing
| that Isabelle never thought of Crown
| lands. of her handsome son and her
young daughter of the man whose pa
tience and cleverness had lifted her to
all this luxury from an apartment In
small town. would no memory of the
place she had held. and the friend
ships she had commanded, haunt her?
Truly there vas always society for the
Is;,helles, but to Harret's clean sense