Evening star., 1922-06-18

The Honorable Herberts face was
expressionless as he bent over and
kissed her.
Quite SO, darling" he murmured; /;
quite so. Don't worry about it any
more
IT was not until he was at the wheel
of his car driving back to his
office that he gave vent to his real
| feelings. ASK the men," He saw
himself doing it. The cursed luck of
the thing. But for that one episode
yesterday he could have bluffed it
| through until they were married. at
any rate. After that he had never
had any intention of carrying on a
deception which bored him to extinc-
ton. There would be no need to.
But now. The marvel to him was
that they hadn't struck already. And
once they did and John Trenton came
down to the works and the cause be-
came known-good-bye to his hopes
OF the future. Marjorie would never
forgive him. And as the realization
Of what that would entail struck him
seriously for the first time he swore
savagely. He had been banking on
the Trenton millions not only NOR
ally but actually. And If they failed
to materialize-. Once again he
cursed under his breath.
1t was after dinner that night that
| Marjorie made up her mind. She had
twice rung up her f1ance with no re-
suit The first time he had not come
! in. sThe second he had just gone out
to the local theater, the servant be-
lieved With frown, she hung up
the receiver. and, turning away
walked slowly to her fathers study.
II want to see the book of ad-
dresses, daddy" she said quietly.
1t was one Of old Frenton's hobbies
| to have the address of every one of
his men entered in a large book,
which enabled periodical gifts to ar
| rive If there was any illness in the
| family.
It's over there. grille" he said
with a sleepy smile. What do you
want 1t for?"
Mrs. Tracy has just had a baby"
she announced, turning over the
leaves.
But it was not under the rs that
she looked. Mendle, Morgan. Morri.
son-Morrison, John, 9 Castle road.
Thoughtfully. she closed the book
and put 1t back in it's proper place.
Then she crossed the room and kissed
her father lovingly on his bald head.
You're a dear old thing" she
whispered. Go and play billiards
with the general"
A fed minutes later she was driv-
ing her little runabout toward Castle
road. An onlooker, had he been able
to see under the thick veil she wore.
would have been struck with the like.
ness Of the small, determined face to
that of old John Trenton. Like her
father, once she came to a decision
she required some stopping.
CASTLE ROAD proved to be better
- neighborhood than she had ex-
pected. Most of the hands preferred
to live nearer to the works, and this
street struck her as being more suit
was far too preoccupied to worry
overmuch with such trihes. John
Morrison and the truth were what she
wanted. She left the car at the end
, of the street and walked to No. 9.
Yes, Mr.. Morrison was at home. A
disapproving sniff preceded the open
ing Of a sitting room door, which
closed with a bang behind her. She
heard the steps Of the landlady going
down the stairs and then she took an
uncertain pace forward.
I'll" she stammered. I'm
undoubtedly the man in evening
clothes facing her was John Morrison,
but he looked so different. And who
ever heard of factory hand get
ting into a smoking jacket for din
ner: And the room. the prints on the
=, ,IIs the big roll ton desk golf clubs