The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1922-01-23

main serenely indfnerent TO the az
front put upon her by his mother
she would have supremacy, and his
attitude would be one of resentment
toward his parent.
She knew now why she had not
been snubbed before. 1t was
because she had been clever enough
to-play her game with men and not
with women. Men were blinded by
her beauty and charm. and men are
charitable, usually. The women she
met were those to whom she was
presented by the men who had ac-
cepted her. Had they dared to snub
her. appearing unheralded and I'M
vouched for they would have lost
favor with the men whose atten-
tions they courted.
Tired. dear?"
Barstowe drew her to his side,
bending his head to look into her
eyes.
She averted them. lest the glim-
mer of tears be visible in the light
that illuminated the car occasion
ally as they flashed along the road
"A little" she admitted. 1--WE had
a busy day. -. But it was a
charming party, wasnt it? What a
regal mother you have. and your
father is a perfect dear! was
ever so interested in his splendid
collectionsry
Barstowe laughed with a note of
relief. She\ wondered IL he had
feared that she would upbraid him
for her cool reception.
oh, the family's all right! A
little stiff until you get to know
them. II Dads hobby Is prints,
~ l.
thousands on the family tree of
which she knows each twig and
acorn, and she belongs to every club
in the country which pours incense
on the musty relics of antiquity"
Are you an ancestor fan, too?'
inquired Jeanne.
Lord. nor he laughed. II think
most family closets need fumiga-
tion instead of cultivation"
I wonder il your mother would
be interested in my family tree?'
unused Jeanne. Like you, I never
gave thought to my ancestors,
but I had some who figured rather
prominently in the early history of
this country"
He took her up eagerly.
Il say. that's great! You must
talk to mother about them. She'll
be enthusiastic. Can't you manage
to lunch with US tomorrow? Moth
er's, coming in to town, and I asked
her to meet me at the Ritz.
Jeanne smiled into the darkness
The promptness OF his invitation
betrayed his eagerness to have her
put forth her qualifications.
But Jeanne was too clever to
rush matters. Besides, she needed
time to prune that family tree I'M
til it should be acceptable to Mrs.
Barstowe's critical gaze. She be-
lieved IL would be wisest to call in
the services of an expert geneal-
ogist, in view of the older woman's
knowledge of such matters.
Thank you, but I couldn't pos
stoves invitation. st have a busy
day tomorrow. So sorry. Please
present my apologies to your
mother"
But 1 want you to 60 with me
to Tiffany's tomorrow about the
ring" he insisted, "and you don't
suppose for one instant that I am
going to let the day go by with
out seeing you, do your"
She shook her head, smilingly.
Some other day will do for the
ring. Remember, I said that 1
would not marry you IL your family
objected, and you haven't secured
their consent yet"
But I shalt" he insisted con-
hdently. ''Of course, it was rather
facer springing it on them that
way tonight. But you'll see.
They'll come across all rightr'
Jeanne's smile was doubtful, and
Barstowe suddenly reached over
and drew her into his arms, crush
ing her against his breast.
You don't think all the objec-
tons in the world would make any
difference, do your he asked a bit
unsteadily, his lips close to hers.
I'd marry you IL the Heavens fell,"
Jeanne pushed him aside gently.
But I wouldn't marry your
You don't mean that" he said
quietly.
She nodded determinedly.
Il wouldn't marry any man with
out his parents approval. 1t would
be a constant source of unhappi-
ness and sacrifice to him." she an
nounced righteously.
You wonderful woman" breath
ed Barstowe, laying his face in her
fragrant palms. How good and
how understanding you are! / could
fall down and worship you"