The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1922-01-13
Co.t,nued from Yesterday.

Jeanne bit her lip Her eyes, alb
sently following the procession OF
motors speeding Long Islsndward
across the river, were troubled.
II Barstowe were really a stick
Ter for truth, what would he think
Of her, A living lie! An eternal
pretense, Honest with nothing but
her discrimination to achieve ner
great ambitionl Sacrificing every
thing to that endl
Il dare, say you think I'm q
pruneY' said Barstowe more lightly.
"A chap generally gets q good rag
ging nowadays IL he has any fool
ideals that aren't specially mod
ern, so I merely speak about such
things. I just 60 along playing the
game As everyone else plays IL and
keep any unwelcome scruples to
myself. But. somehow, you're diff
ferent from the rest of the girls
I've known. I feel an Irresistible
desire to talk sense to you. Not to
jolly Somehow believe you'll I'M
derstand and not make fun of me
Tor having one or two ideals left
to cling to-"
He turned his head to look at her,
but Jeanne could not meet his eyes.
She realized that this was a mo-
ment which might establish a world
OF sympathy and understanding IL
she said the right thing. but she
couldn't rise to her opportunity.
However. she did her best, and IL
proved wholly adequate to Bar
stowe. Reaching a hand out Of her
tur wrap. she laid 1t lightly on his
arm.
1T Is very good OF you to say that.
fwtsh / could really tell you how
much I appreciate your confidence
and how greatly I respect it,"
HIS brilliant smile lit up his face.
And you do subscribe to my the
DRY, even IL your horde of persis-
tent suitors won't permit you to
practice it?' he insisted.
Jeanne nodded, but she couldn't
md her voice to say: Yes, 1 do"
She was furious at herself the
next moment.
You little fooli" she told herself
angrily. Are you going to let a
mans ideas discomfort you like
that! You're living a lie, and, IL
YOU succeed in marrying him. you'll
continue to live a lie the rest Of
your days. One would think you
cared what he thought of you and
your principles after the sickening
way you've just acted"
She told herself earnestly that
Just so long as Victor Barstowe
thought her beautiful and desirable,
his opinion of her spiritual self
could go hang.
IT say" Barstowa's eyes were
shining with eagerness. couldn't
We steal a half-hour of for tea on
the way down. 1 know a peach of
a teahouse that overlooks the
arrive in time for dinner. and the
Forbes will never know but what
we started late from town"
Jeanne agreed and they covered
the miles to the North Shore in
record time.
Tea was gratifying after the
flying ride through the crisp winter
air. There was a wood nre snap
ping on a great stone hearth at
the almost deserted tea house. and
its warm light shone pleasingly
on old mahogany and quaint rag
rugs and dull cleaning copper.
Barstowe chose a small table by
a window overlooking the graz
waters Of the sound. A bank OF
dark clouds was rising in the
west. and the water was bein"
whipped to whitecaps in the chill
wind. -.
A trim little maid came with
candles in quaint antique holders
to dispel the twilight of the room.
and brought a tea tray laden with
fragile, blue china service, crisp
toasted mullins and appetizing jam.
Jeanne stripped OF her gloves and
went about the business OF brewing
the tea Barstowe said nothing, hts
eyes following the graceful motions
OF her white fingers.
DO you know that you are -tac
only woman OF my acquaintance
Who doesn't wear ringsT" he asked
irrelevantly.
Jeanne shrugged. intent on her
tea making.
7 think that was one of the first
things that attracted me-" he went
on Your hands are too beautiful
70 spoil with silly baubles. 1t would
be painting the lily.
Jeanne shook her head laugh
ingly.
To Be Continued Tomorrow.