Judsonia weekly advance. (Judsonia, Ark.) 1???-1922, 1922-01-26
By
KATHLEEN
NORRIS

dressed the envelope. Don't read
that name out loud" she said, softly
but very slowly and distinctly, to the
girl ut the desk. She put gold piece
down on the note. keep the change,
and for Gods sake get that to the
Harvard, sailing from Dock 81, before
eleven p she said.
The girl looked up In surprise; but
rose Immediately to the occasion.
Cherry's beauty, her agonized eyes
and voice, were enough to awaken her
sense of the dramatic. A sharp rap
of the clerks pencil summoned boy.
George, there's a dollar In that for
you If you deliver 1t before eleven to
the Harvard - said she. The boy
seized 1t, stuck 1t In his hat, and fled.
And now for the boatl" Cherry
sald rejoining Martin, and speaking
In almost her natural voice. They
went back to the Sausalito ferry en-
trance again, and this time telephoned
Alix In real earnest and presently
found themselves on the upper deck Of
the boat bound for the valley.
Until now, and in occasional rushes
of terror still. she had been absorbed
in the hideous necessity of deceiving,
of covering her own traces, of antici-
pating and closing possible avenues
of betrayal. But now Cherry began
to breathe more easily, and to feel
rising about her, like a tide, the half
forgotten consciousness of her rela-
tionship with this man In the boldly
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her. She had thought to escape the
necessity of telling him that she was
not willing to return to him. she had
been wrapped in dreams so great and
so wonderful that the thought of his
anger and resentment had been as moth
ing to her. But she had that to face
now.
She had it to face Immediately, too.
She knew that every hour of post
ponement would cost her fresh humili-
atoms and difficulties, and as the boat
slipped smoothly past the island that
roughly marked the halfway point,
she gathered all her forces for the
trial. The one distinct impression she
had from Martin was the appalling
one that he did not dream that she
had decided to sever their union COM
pletely and finally.
We'll, how's the valley? Bore you
to death? 2" he interrupted the flow of
his own topic to ask carelessly.
"Oh, no, Martin !" she quivered. 81
I love it there! / always loved it !"
"Alix is a fine girl-she's nice
iIsI y NiaR f1nI -
90 Peter! He may be all right, all
that lah-di-dah and Omar Khayyam
and Browning stuff may be all right,
but l don't get it!' And he yawned
contentedly in the sunshine.
After a few seconds he gave Cher
ny an oblique glance, expecting her
resentment. But she was thinking too
deeply even to have heard him. Her
mind was working as desperately as
Gagged animal, her thoughts circling
frantically, trying windows, walls, and
doors in the prison in which she
found herself, mad for escape.
She blamed herself bitterly now for
allowing him, in the surprise and fear
she felt, in the shock of their unex-
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nestle and apparently reconciled re-
turn to the valley house. But it was
too late now! Too late for anything
but bald and brave and cruel half
hour that should, at any cost, sunder
them.
Quick upon the thought came an
other: what should she and Peter plan
now? For to suppose that their lives
were to be guided back into the old
hateful channel by this mere mis-
chance was preposterous. Within II
few days their interrupted trip must
be resumed, perhaps tomorrow-per-
haps this very night they would man
age it successfully. Meanwhile, I'M
til she could see Peter alone, there
was Martin to deal with, Martin who
was leaning forward, vaingloriously re-
citing to her long speeches he had
made 10 this superior or that.
(TO BE CONTINUED