The herald. [volume] (New Orleans, La.) 1905-1953, 1922-02-02


the youth ensc0nce himself firmly be-
side her In the limousine, had had
aside his mild comment: "Is this young
man a fixture in our family, dearr
"You should be playing tennis,
Tony" said Isabelle.
'Tennis !" A look Of distaste crossed
Apthony's face.
"Please-Cheriel !" he begged.
There was a silence trimming with
sweetness and color. Tony laid his
hand against her knee, CROPPED until
her own warm, smooth fingers were in
his own.
Does Mr.. Carter play golf tomor-
row. he asked, presently.
II suppose soT
"And you-what do you do"
"Oh, / have full day! People to
lunch, friends of Madame Carter"
The boy laughed triumphantly.
IL knew you'd say that!" he said.
"Now, I'll tell you about tomorrow.
You and are going to slip away, at
about one o'clock, and go off in the
gray car. Well go up lowell, some
where, and we'll have our lunch under
the trees. Well be back at about four.
for the tea callers, and they may have
you until / come back for dinner.
After dinner well walk on the terrace
AS We did two wonderful, wonderful
nights ago, and perhaps" His voice
had fallen to a rich and tender note.
his eyes were rapt. Perhaps" he
said, lust before we go in, at the
end of the terrace, you'll look up at
the stars again"
Tony" Isabelle interrupted, her
face brilliant with color. "My dear
boy-my dear boy, think where this
is going to end. In all reason-in all
reason"
isabelle. what in Gods name has
reason to do with r" He knelt be-
fore her. and caught her hands, and
Isabelle had a terrified fear that
Ward, or Nina, or any one else, might
start up or down the terrace steps and
see him. 'The instant you realize
what you and are to each other, my
darling" he said, you begin to talk
of reason. Love isn't reason, Cherie.
It's the dfvfnest unreason In the
worqdl Cherie, there's never been
another woman for me; there never
will be! I can't live without you; I
don't want tot You're frightened now.
you don't knew how we can manage
It. But I'll find the way. The only
thing that matters is that you must
belong to me-y0u shan belong to me
-as 1 10 you in every fiber Of my be-
ing"
"Tony-for Heavens sake-w Isa-
belle was in an agony. Somebody was
approaching. He had gotten to his
feet, and was gloomily staring at the
river, when Nina Carter, followed by
great white Russian hound, came
flying down the steps.
Mother" Nina, a tail, overgrovn
girl, with spectacles on her straight
nose. and straight. light-brown hair IN
thick braids. stopped short and gave
her mothers companion a look of
whitening distsste. Mother" she be-
gan again, aren't you coming up for
tea"
ASK Betty Allen to pour" said
Mrs. Carter, regaining her composure
rapidly, and assuming the air Of host
ezs at once.
Betty went home for a tub" Nina
explained. "She's coming back. Bot.
Mother" she added. with a family ne
prosehful and whining information.
really, you ought to be there"
Mrs. Carter knew this as well as
Nina. But she found the child ex-
tremeiy trying In this puritanical
mood. Granting that this affair with
Tony did her, Isabelle, small credit,
at least IL was not for Nina to sit in
Judgment. Rebellious, Isabelle fondied
the loving nose Of the hound with q
small, brown, jeweied hand. and
glanced obviously at Tony's uncom-
promising back.
'Trot back, Nina, love-" said she to
her daughter, cheerfully, "and ask |
Miss Harriet to come out and ponr.
I'll be there directly. Wen come right |
up. Run alongi"
To Nina, in this ignominous dismis-
sal. there was sweet. She adored Miss
Harriet" the Miss Field who had
been her governess and her mothers
secretary for the three happiest years
Of Nina's somewhat sealed young life.
It would be "fun" to have Miss Field |
pour. Nina leaped obedienny up the
steps. with fiopping Of thick braids