The Washington herald., 1922-02-08
Continued from Yesterday.
The rap on the door was repeate

The rap on the door was repeated.
Tn q moment" called Jeanne.
She thrust the check hurriedly
into Aunt Emily's bag. thrust her
relative hastily into her wraps. and
hurried her through thes bedroom to
the door that opened on another cor
ridor.
The elevator will take you to the
lobby entrance. Have the taxi starter
put you In a cab and give him
the address Of the bank on the
check This will pay for it and
your railroad fare back to Buffalo.
There's a train in half an hour.
My love to uncle. Good bye"
She thrust a bill. hastily snatched
from her purse. into Aunt Emily 8
hand. and, giving her a light peck
on the cheek, sent her on her way.
Back in the sitting room. she paused
for a moment to catch her breath and
then slowly opened the door to her
new husband.
Have hurried you, darling?"
asked Barstowe. "I seemed to- have
been waiting years for you to come.
so came up to get you and carry
you away" -
He stepped into the room. closed
the door. leaned against it and took
her into his arms.
She raised her lips and there was
for the first, time. real warmth in
her kiss. But II was not the
warmth of affection as he thought.
but the warmth of gratitude.
She was grateful for his wedding
gift to her-the key to the glittering
world OF fashion and wealth!
He wrapped her tenderly in the
sable cloak. and turned to fasten her
travelling bag
Catching sight Of the check book
mat lay on top. he tossed It to the
desk with laugh:
you won't be needing this for
awhile One of the nice features
about Dads yacht is that you can
live like a prince without having
your hand constantly in your pocket" :"
Away.
They were downstairs where "A
laughing. chattering crowd Of guests
waited to lombard them with con-
fetti and roses,
A dash across the thronged side
walki Another battery Of photogra-
piers who had waited despite the
waning lighti The limousine door
clicked They were off through the
trafflc-filled streets!
The yacht was waiting at the pier.
a slim. cleaning thing as graceful
as a gull in the purple mists that
were rising from the river. Her
white sides and the polished brass of
her rails cleaned in the ~pie= lights.
The sailing master, a bluff bronzed
ex-sea captain with the Barstowe in
sigma on the sleeve of his immacu-
late uniform, welcomed them as they
came aboard. and subordinates touch
ed respectful hands to their caps.
you'll want to rest before din
ing, won't you, darling?' said Bar
stowe to his bride. I'll wager you're
pretty tagged after all the FUSS
81 should like to-" she replied.
will you have them send my maid
to meas soon as she arrives?''
Mind IL don't change for dinner" Z"
he asked laughingly.
Let's not" suggested Jeanne.
Can't We agree to loaf a bit on
this trip?'
Great" he exclaimed enthusias-
tfcally. You set the pace and I'll
follow. Otherwise 1 might horrify
you by showing up in a disreputGbIe.
old, ex-army outfit that is my par
ticular joy when I get away from
town"
Wear it by all means!' she urged.
Men are always better-humdEed
when they're comfortable"
He laughed and looked at her
quizzically.
That's a sage remark for a bride
to make! 1t sounds a bit cynical
to me-"
She shook her head smilingly, and
went to her stateroom.
The luxurious fittings Of the yacht
delighted her. 1t was more wonder
fully equipped than she had dreamed
And to think that it was hers, to
all intents And purposes!
Celeste came down and removed her
mistress wraps. put her into a loung-
Ing robe, and brought tea and waters.
Taking Life Easy.
Jeanne lay back in the cushions
Of a couch of rose brocade and
slipped her tea while the maid moved
noiselessly about the stateroom put