The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-08-12

events of the day had not tended to inspire her. She felt far more like weeping than singing.
 And though she strove valiant1y, her mood was only too apparent in playing and singing alike.
 You are unhappy tonight" said the voice.
 How can you teu?" asked Nora.
 T can always tell how you feel" replied the voice. 'I know, you so well now, Nora-far far better than you"
 "Oh, no-you are wrong. You do not know mel" cried the girl.
 "Yes, I do know you, I understand you,' said the voice. Tonight your heart is aching. Isn't that true?"
 A stifled sob was her only answer.
 You don't speak, went on the voice. That is. not with your lips. But your music speaks. And it tells lme-everything." Mora, who was that man you went to meet today?" asked the voice af- ter a while.
 q can't tell you; that is, not to- night" A pause. Then:
 Are you going to see him again omorrow?'
 
 You will come back ?'' 1t said.
 "Yes, will come back" she an- swered.
 Nora fled from the room as soon as she could. On the morrow she went, heavy | eyed and pale-faced, to the tryst again, and Mrs. Sanderson waited at home anxious1y for her return. She was faithful to her promise and for few days talked no more | of going to Manhattan. Nevertheless, she appeared to be | awaiting a summons, and this time, not through the newspapers, but by mail, for she would watch for the mai1-carrier from hour to hour.
 Then one day Mrs. Sanderson cross ed to the city in order to obtain new domestic help for her household. Her parlor maid was leaving to be mar ried, and it was necessary to replace her.
 When Mrs Sandesaon returned Nora was nowhere to be found in the house.
 She searched every room for her throbbing with anxiety; then hasten ing out, sought her in the garden. As she neared the foot of the grounds, which sloped seaward, she heard voices. Some one was talk ing in the little arbor. A clump of evergreen bushes hid the speakers from her view.
 For the first time in her life. Mrs Sanderson stopped to play the caves dropper.
 It was Morals voice she heard first
 You must go away" the girl wal saying. "You mustn't be seen here.
 A man answered:
 Perhaps it was. But som chimes think I am mad, Nora, and this sep aration from you is a proposition can't face"
 But you must-you must!" sai' the girl.
 'Why must IT, .."Because-oh, you know I coul never bear to go back. I wouE rather diei" [ A little silence followed.
 The man broke the silence. Nora he said. suppose gave l , all up. Would that make any diff r ference?" ? ed.
 "I think I wou1d-if it would giv r you back to me. Nora" 3 Father
 Mrs. Sanderson started. So tn man was Morals father.
 life hasn't been worth living t me since you left me-" the man con = | t1nuoO. ! curve been my all S1nC = your mother died, and without yo Nothing!" 3 And for me you'd give up a1l- g that?"
 "Yes. I'd even play the traitor t l get you back n What would it mean? That W l | should leave the country and go t some place where they could neve i, find you?'' e "Yes I would discover some saf 0 place."
 And the money- h You know have all the money " 0 should need for the rest of our days
 But I would never consent to us @ that money" said Nora quickly. . '. would oily come on condition that W l started afresh. You're not too ol
 to work, father-' e We needn't discuss that now" 1T
 terrupted the man. 'TeI me you
 come away with me as soon as ca t arrange it. The rest can be take
 over later" e "Yes; I'll come" said Nora. .I'
 come when you are ready for me- ' n Mrs. Sanderson's face paled. Tn . temptation to dash through tt l. bushes and implore Nora to retra, n her words was overwhelming. T l. escape 1t, she walked rapidly bac h to the house. She was shaking frol
 head to foot. Her eyes dflated wit d the fears that filled her. Desmon l. what would Desmond do? d Gro be continued Tomorrow) d CCopyright, 1922, Thompson Featul ,r Service.) ::r Figures Showing h