The Washington herald., 1922-02-04

D8ItAher QAou nuSan "
en- you" exclaimed Vic, his hand
some face expressing concern. But
had the temerity to invade your
sitting room. and was almost
mobbed by a bunch of females
armed with pencils and motel et6oks;
so hastily retired down here to
lie in ambush for you.> You're on
to that feed you're giving your
girls. aren't you? Come on-J'il
drive you to the Ritz"
He led the way out TO his car,
and Jeanne sank gratefully into its
soft cushions.
Are you about done up?o in
quired Barstowe, shifting gears
"I1l confess, am. II I'd foreseen
the rumpus our getting married
was going to start, I'd have kid
mapped you and ducked all this
Never mind. darling, we'll be on
the yacht by tomorrow afternoon
and then good-by world and caviar
and ice cream in the form of brides
and grooms! Ugh-
He shuddered at the memory OF
the gastronomic insults of the
past weeks
Jeanne laughed weakly.
in another day I'd be in Belle
vue." she confessed. II must look
like a ghost"
But she didn't need Barstowe's
eloquent glance to deny that state
ment, for she could see her refiec-
tion in the car mirror. and, de
spite her fatigue. she was looking
anything but tagged. The weari-
ness which had put the faintesl
tracings of violet about her eyes
had accentuated her expression OF
sristocratic hauteur. The weeks
during which she had been con-
stantly feted. the envied of all New
York. the darling of fortune, had
changed her. She no longer had to
exercise repression to still the tu-
multi of joy and hope and excite
ment In her heart. She no longer
felt such emotions. She had
learned to accept with somewhat
bored complacence each new treas
ure that fortune tossed into her
lap. Her poise was no longer as
sumed. The difficulty lay in whip
ping her interest to the point OF
Barstowe's car was caught in q
trafic jam at the corner. An en-
terprising cameraman snapped
them while they waited for the
signal to go ahead Barstowe
frowned, but Jeanne was careful
to give the world a smiling face
She knew that the picture would
be spread across the country in the
Sunday rotogrsvure sections. She
hoped there was no shadow on her
cheek. Vic took an excellen;
photo. Possibly Aunt Emily
and Mrs. Jones would see II. and
that would mean another OF her
worthy aunt's unsubtie missives.
Jeanne turned to look at Bar
stowe as he slouched carelessly at
the wheel Of his big. blue car. He
was clean and fresh and rudy
despite the dissipations of the past
few weeks.
1t startled her to remember that
II was the first time she had reall :
looked at him for days and days,
She had rarely seen him alone. She
was aghast to discover that within
twenty-four hours she was COINS
away alone with him on sNsyacht;
that the rest of her life she'd be
alone with him, more or less.
"I say. Jeanne, have you time
for a turn around the Park?
never see you I these days" II
seemed almost as though Barstowe
had read her thoughts. That's
what really showed up for this
morning. though / hal to come IN
to settle up some details after the
feed / gave my ushers last night.
Some partyI" he laughed ruefuIly.
and touched his forehead suGgcs-
lively.
"You don't look IL. I'd like aw-
fully to, get away from the scent
of flowers and cigarette smoke for
awhile"
To be Continued Tontorroip.