Evening journal., 1922-02-27
(copyrigkt. 1922, NEA service.)
CHATTER l.


CHAPTER 1.
why. Frank You're back again
and safe." The young woman IN
mourning held out her hand to the
chauffeur MY aunt wrote you we're
prisoner in Germany"
ITS fine to see you. Miss Fay"
returned the chauffeur. 'They |
turned us loose after the armistice."
He hesitated. It'd like to say, /
miss that we all felt something ter
rible-the servants. I mean-when |
the news came about poor Mr..
Tudor"
He shut TIE door and. climbing in !
behind the wheel. drove down the |
village street Fay's soft blue eyes
had blurred at the reference to her |
brother. but she wlnked back the
tears determinedly.
Sandy Cove was one OF the most
exclusive Of summer colonies. and
Fay looked at the superb estates
which had once been so familiar
with sense OF bewilderment. Every
thing seemed Just TIE same. Just as
she had remembered Il. and yet
there appeared a subtle. intangible
difference. Could It be merely her
nerves again. those wretched over
taxed nerves which had driven her
from her reconstruction work in
France?
She leaned forward impulsiveiy.
MY aunt and cousin; they are
both well. Frank7"
yes, Miss Fay"
Fay sat back once more. Dear
Aunt Clara. Her uncles widow was
as close to her as her own blood. and
Laurel, her cousin. had been like a
little dark-eyed. vivacious sister.
The car swirled mp the driveway
and halted before the steps OF the
wide porch upon which a slender,
white-clad figure stood.
Fay had only time to note that the
piquant face seemed as childishly
naive as ever, before her cousin
folded her in a tense embrace.
oh Fayi Fayl I thought that
transport never would get in"
Laurel. deari" Fay kissed her
warmly and mounted the steps TO
meet the gracious figure advancing
toward her.
Mrs Tudor was thirty-seven and
looked twenty-five with the delicate
tender Irregularities OF feature which
just escapes actual beauty. Every
thing about her was pretty; her
blond hair and soft blue eyes and
the rose-leaf skin, which was inno-
cent OF the slightest line. Her still
girlishly slender figure moved with
slow rhythmic grace.
Later. during the meal Fay stud
led her aunt and cousin covertly.
1t seemed there was strained
note In Laurels vivacity which be-
trayed a nervous tension.
she was puzzling over it when the
girl remarked:
eXou haven't asked about any Of
the old crowd. Fay. Now that the
"a men are back. II is like the old San
dy Cove again"
Mr.. Clayton and others are stay
ing at the Country Club"
Mr.. Clayton7" Fay glanced up
quickly.
yes. One OF the doilar-a-year
men in Washington"
"He has been magnihcently gener-
ous," Fay's eyese giowed. Il shall
be glad to see him againi"
MIS-. AAANi EldHttQ dtIocH the
sable at her neice and smiled.
He's quite the same as ever" she
said. plays ahominable bridge
and talks shop.
"Oh. mother only abuses him be-
cause he is an insane about her as
ever" Laurel laughed but there
was nervous little quiver in her
voice as she hurried on. Jack
Huntington Is at the club-and
Harry Cadmus."
- She drew a quick breath as she
Npontioned the last name. and her
Ses seemed to burn into her cou-
'in's. but Fay merely responded
luletly:
rs heg"
Harry Cadmus, Fay actually had
'orgotten his very existence for more
han a year How heartbroken she
had fancied herself when the bis
test came snd he had franticaliy
pulled wires 10 obtain an assignment
at home rather than face the haz.
ards Of active servicei with wha'
hot scorn had she parted from him
And now Il was with difficulty tina
she could conjure up a feeting i'm
preston Of him
Mrs. Tudor rose. Fay, I did no
mean 10 touch upon your brother
death so soon after your return. bu
/ think you may be glad to know
that Wilbur's friend brought all nj
things to US. and they are in his oil
room now. The key is on you
dresser"
1T was Captain Warren VIII
brought them?" Fay asked. "Di
you like him p"
I'VE did not even meet him. w
were up in the Berkshires when h
came. BY the way. l fancy we sha
have a crowd from the club for tea.
Please, Aunt Clara" Fay pr,
tested. you will let me escape. won
your"
But they will be so disappoin
ed" Laurel exclaimed. Seeing the
in such an informal way viii
easier than II they all paid stiff cal
Of coincidence. II you put of NEE
ing them there will be talk"
"Why?" Fay demanded.
We'll they'll think IL queer
youl Nervous breakdown Is su,
an elastic term
Laurel means. dear. that tn
Will think you are really m. VIII
an you need is a good rest" NJ
Tudor Interrupted smoothly.