The West Virginian. [volume] (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1914-1974, 1922-02-27
CHAPTER 1

why, Frank! You're back
agnin and sale!" The young wo.
man in mourning held out her
hand to tho chauffeur. my aunt
wrote you were a prisoner in
Germany"
tits fine to see you. Miss Fay"
returned the chauffeur. They
turned US loose after the armis.
tice." He hesItated. lid like
70 say, miss that we all felt. some
thing terrible-the servants, i
mean-when the news came about
poor Mr.. Tudor"
He shut tho door and, climbing
IN behind the wheel, drove down
the village street. Fay's soft blue
eyes had blurred at the refernce
to her brother, but she winked
back the tears determinedly.
J Sandy Cove was one Of the
most exclusive ofssummer colonies
and Fay looked at the superb es-
tates which had once been SO ia
tslliar; with n sense OF bewiider-
Antent. Everything seemed Just the
same, Just as she had remembered
1T, and yet there appeared to be
o. subtle; intangible difference.
Gould II be mcrely her nerves
again, those wretched over-taxed
nerves which had driven her from
her reconstruction work in
France?
She leaned forward impulsively.
saIy aunt and cousin: they are
both well, Frank?"
& sYes, Miss Fay"
Fay sat back once more. Dear
int Clara. Her uncle's widow
Was as close to her as her own
blood, and Laurel, her cousin, had
been like n little dark-eyed. viva
cious sister.
The car swlrled up the drive.
way, and halted before the steps
of tho wide porch, upon which a
Slender, Whitehead figure stood.
Fay had only time to note that
the plquant face seemed as child.
ishly naive as ever, before her cou-
sin folded her in q tense embrace.
sob, Fay, Fay! thought that
. transport never would get in
s.LauteI, dear!!" Fay kissed her
Ns.rmly, and mounted the steps to
meet the gracious figure advanc-
ing toward her.
Mrs. Tudor was thirty-seven
and looked twenty-five, with the
delicate tender irregularlty OF fea.
tlre which just escapes actual
beauty. Everything about her was
pretty; her blond hair and soft
blue eyes and the rosc-leaf skin,
which was innocent OF the slights
est line. Her still girllshly slend-
or figure moved with a slow ryth-
mic, grace.
studied her aunt and cousin COW
eftly,
It seemed there was. a strained
: note In Lampl's yivaelty. which
betrayed a nervous tension.
She was puzzled over 1t when
the girl remarked:
tYou haven't asked about any Of,
she old crowd, Fay. Now that the
linen are back 1t is like the, old
,lSandy Cove again"
Mr.. Clayton and others are stay
ing at tho Country Club.
safr. Clayton?" Fay glanced up
quickly.
men in Washington.
Me has been niaguiticently gen.
erols" Fay's eyes glowed. II
shall be glad to see him again!"
Mrs. Tudor glanced across the
table at her nelce and smiled.
GHe's quite the same as ever"
sha said. "Plays abominable
bridge and talks shop"
"Oh, mother only abuses him be-
cause he is as insane about her us
everi" Laurel laughed, but there
Wasga nervous little CULVER, in her
voice as she hurried on, Jack
Huntington is at tho club-and
Harry Cadmus:"
Sha drew a quick breath as she
mentioned the last name, and her
eyes seemed to burn into her cou-
SINS, but Fay merely responded
quietly:
ttls he?"
Harry Cadmus! Fay actually
had forgotten his very existence
for more than year. How heart
broken she had fancied herself
when the big test came and he had
frantlcally pulled the wires to OBJ
tain an assignment at homo rath.
erSthan faca the hazards ,of active
seryicel With what hot scorn had
she parted from him! And now
II was with difficulty that she
could conjure up fleeting impress.
sionSof him.
Mrs. Tudor rose. Fay, did not
mean to touch upon your brothers.
Aeath SO soon after your return,