The Washington herald., 1922-03-01
Continued from Yesterday.

She realized that she had put her
head into a moose; the man had
something on her now. weapon
which ne could hold over her read
ii he chose. and she would have to
pay.
Pay, She wondered desperately
n all her life was payment Must
she pay for every moment Of
safety?
She was paying now for the few
weeks OF happiness which she had
known before her SAtterinE dream
castle was swept away by the
knowledge that she had married.
not the Barstowe millions, but
merely a young business man with
Prospects
She realized quite clearly that her
effort to savel herself from immedi-
! ate payment by extracting that bill
of Madame jules from Barstowe's
mail, had cast her deeper than ever
iito the mire. Now she had a new
enemy to consider. 1t was more
than possible that she would have,
to buy the silence of the secretary.
Mechanically, she seat I'd herself
at the dainty table m the break
fast room that faced the East, and
overlooked the slOPing terraces,
whose covering of snow Glittered
in the early winter sunlight. The
SKY was a pale, cloudless blue. anu
the waters of the sound. visible
through the bare branches of the
trees. Elinted fTOstily.
The air in the breakfast room
was warm and scented with the
fragrance Of narcissus and prim-
roses. growing in sunny window
boxes. There was a bowl of fresh
blossoms in the center of the inn
ported lace breakfast cloth. The
china. fragile as an egGshell, waL
pslely yellow. like the heart of a
buttercup. A canary in n wicker
cage sang a paean Of welcome to
the warm sunlight that came
IhI ough-the easement windows.
JeaHne's whole soul responded to
the warmth and beauty and undo
niS bly, luxury of the scene Per-
haps she loved it more because she
knew what frail hope she had
upon 1t. or perhaps il was because
Victor Rarstowe sat opposite her.
young and clean and handsome. in
the merCiIess sunlighc His brit
liant eyes were tender with the
love. which he kept sternly sup
pressed. true to his promise that he
would wait until she found IN her
heart an answering love.
"You Don't Need Them!"
He was smiling across at her. al
most boyish in his pleasure.
ITS great to have you at break
faA, Do you realize that this Is
the first time since our honeymoon
that you Favc poured my morning
coffee? Hang it all. sometimes l
wish I was a millworker instead o:
the son Of a house of wealth. TnC
women folk of working men take
their meals with their husbands.
don't they Why do mother and
YOU and all the other women Of
your sort prefer the breakfast-in-
bed idea?"
Jeanne smiled at tis earnestness.
Perhaps it is Lecsuse We women
look better toward noon. 1t takes
quite bit of primpinG to be pre-
sentabIe at the breakfast table"
Not you" he denied vigorously.
You look like a rose in that pink
thing. Do you know. Jeanne" he
leaned across the table, its a fun
ny thing about you? You were
born and bred in luxury"-he did
not see her smile-"you've never
known anything else but Paris
gowns and other imported dew
dabs and yet you don't need EN-.
Most women have to have all those
fussy trappings to make them look
well. but you are prettier in that
simple little thing you have on this
morning than you could ever be in
all those velvet and chiffon and
EeorEette at-dO-you- call ems
that YOU women wear. You're the
only girl in our set who could have
married a poor man and looked like
q million dollars in the clothes he
could provide for you"
Jeanne's eyes were lowered. but
she raised them to his gray ones.
you think l don't look well in
the elaborate gowns I have"
Look well?" he echoed with a
laugh. My dear girl, you stun a
chap in evening tOgs. We feel as
II we ought to kneel down and
touch our foreheads to the ground
until the -ueen has passed. No
chap With an income less than a
million a month would have dared
to ask for the privilege of your up
keep-except my humble self. who
was>suffciently madly in love to be
utterly reckless"
Jeanne made no answer. Her gaze
had zone beyOnd him and was