The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1922-04-20

seemed to her. She felt that she
would scream Historically if some
thing did not stop that steady flow of
words. He never forgot that he was
power in the financial world, man
of action, decision, and now he talked
pompously as if for publication.
HE babies On like a toothless old
woman" she told herself impatiently
What she had never realized was the
fact that Graham Browne, like many
another man of affairs. was great by
proxy. Money and position which he
had inherited had made him great; he
had needed to do nothing but keep
the money in the bank and in the
safe investments in which it had been
left to him, and speak slowly and with
On air of great weight and import
iSlce. The world in which he moved
gladly offered him, a little tin halo,
and he wore it complacently, believing
in himself.
Sally saw that she could expect lit
tile from him. She must fight this
battle herself. then, relying on the
wits which she had never had to use
DeIOIt W SAJllCdte heIotll lIOn HSi
difficulty
She followed Mrs. Randall out to
the car few moments later with a
valiant mood lifting it's wings in her
heart If she must fight, she would
and never again would she ask help
from man, she told herself determin-
eddy.
Yet as they drove down the white
rood hat ole in bn oh
her thoughts flew to a man on whom
she could have depended, the husband
who had held her life so gently in his
strong hands. erring perhaps because
he shielded it so carefully, yet never
theless protecting it. Where was he
now? she asked herself. Had he
found happiness that she had not been
able to give him? Had he discovered
that in his life with her there had
been waste places which could be
made to bloom by someone else?
She pictured him in the country he
loved so, in the great woods to which
he had gone. He would be sitting by
the camp fire now-that same thin
scimitar of a new moon that hung sc
low in this eastern sky was hanging
over him. Perhaps he saw it across
some cool, dark lake, where he had
spent joyous day fishing. Perhaps
he saw it through gap in the trees
over the top of his tent. Perhaps he
saw it over the shoulder of the sweet
faced, brown-haired girl who had gone
with him-that girl who had helped
him so in his work, who had been his
! right hand through many a business
fight, when she herself was idling the
/ hours away and spending the money
/ that he gave her so generously.
| Sally felt Inundated. debased, il
/ spite of her jealousy. What had she
ever given Dick Brabant? she asked
herself. Had their marriage not beer
a perfunctory thing from which she
had been glad to escape for year
And would he ever want to come
! back?
/ She looked at Barbara Lane, whC
| sat beside her chatting gaily to Ora
| ham Browne. Babs had told her tina
afternoon how important it was TO
| Andy to get in touch with Browne
and what this chance meeting Nigh
mean to the Lane fortunes Browne
appeared genuinely interested ant
pleased with her. Sally heard her sa!
with a soft little laugh:
| Indeed, | do make that kind o
I strawberry shortcake: I'm just a yer,
old-fashioned wife, Mr.. Browne, as yol
will see when you come to our it'll
/ home. Why, l even make Andy
shirts,'
You're one wife in a million, Mrs
!, Lane" he told her quietly. And ur
til | get that promised invitation t