The Holbrook news., 1922-03-10

Where, Have You Been?" Said
 Richard, Sharply, Then, "You Look
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 she Cid not cry lCnS, and when Jen- sen, the bOatman. came out on the dock at seven. the lady he knew to be his new mistress was sitting composediy enough on her bench, studying the now glittering and sparkling river with quiet eyes.
 Harriet nodded to him, and rose somewhat stiffly, to go up to the house. She mounted the brick steps with ,houghtfully dropped head - the straight shafts Of the sunlight were making 1t impossible to face the house, in any case-and so was within three feet of Richard Carter before she saw him.
 He looked fresh, hard, even young. in his white fiannels. They stood look ing at each other for moment with out speaking.
 'Where have you been" said Rich ard, sharply. then, You look i'll :"
 Tears, despite her desperate resolu- tiOn, suddenly stung Harriet's eyes. And yet her heart leaped with hope.
 "1 wanted to see you, Mir. Carter" she faltered. q couldn't sleep very well. I've been down at the shore. But later-any time will doV''
 ..Xn1 nanl1p't cIaar1 10 ayclairna6 with quick sympathy. He looked from her about him, as if for Il shelter for her emotion. Here he said, ''come down the steps a bit. 1 was going down to the court for little tennis; Ward may follow me, but he won't be dressed for half an hour yet. Sit down here; we can talk"
 They had come to the marble bench on the terrace. where Isabelle and An thOny Pope, sheltered by these same towering trees and low brick walls, had had their talk year ago. liar riet, to her own consternation, felt that she was in danger of tears.
 Fl hardly know how to say it," she began. "But-but you know how ashamed l am."
 "I know-I know how you feel !" Richard said with a sort of brief sym pathy. I'm sorry, But you know you mustn't take this all too hard. I didn't-I was thinking of this last night; didn't ask you for-well, any more than you gave me, in this mar riage of ours. Your divorce was your own affair.""
 The girls tired eyes flashed.
 "There was no divOrcer' she said, quickly.
 "No divOrce?" he echoed with a pug Zled frOwn.
 ''I want 10 tell you about itr' she said. But the tears would come again. I'm tired" Harriet said, childshly, ing. I couldn't sleep"
 The consciousness that he had been able to forget the whole tangle. and sleep soundly, gave Richards voice little compunction as he said:
 You don't have to tell me now. We'll find way out of it that is easy for every one"
 No, but let me talk!" Harriet, in her eagerness. laid her fingers on his wrist, and he was shocked to feel that they were icy cold q want to tell you the whole thing-I want you to understand" !" she said, eagerly. Rich ard looked at her in some anxiety; there was no acting here. The rich hair was pushed carelessly from the troubled forehead. She was huddled In the enveloping coat, different fig ure indeed from his memory of the superb and angry girl of last night in the library lamplight.
 "NTr. Carter. I never knew my moth CT" she began. But he interrupted her
 My dear" he said, in a tone he might have used to Nina. He laid his warm. fine hand on hers, and patted It soOthingly. My dear girl, If you feel that you would like to gO to that motherly sister of yOurs-if you feel that 1t would he wiser"
 "Oh, I am going to Linda at once" Harriet said, feverlshly. hurt to the soul. q had planned that! But-but won't you let me tell you?" she plead ed. She had framed the sentences a hundred times in the long night: they failed her utterly now. and she groped for words. q was only three years old when my mother died" she said. "Of course I don't remember her-I only remember Linda. I was shy. my father was professor. we were too poor to have very much social life. I lived in books, lived in my fathers shabby little study really: never had