The Washington times., 1923-12-07

Thrilling and Gripping Serial of Married Life From the
Pen of Successful American
Novelist

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white paper bar and shook y
teasingly.
'Let me see-let me see
cried the child.
She stretched up her hands eas
erly. but her father held the bau
beyond reach.
TITS hoarhound," he announced.
'Do you know what hcarhound
isf knew q little girl once that
used to like It better than any
thing else in the world
"oh. let's see-let's see!' beg
ged the child excitedly.
He lowered tho bag, opening
the saw-toothed edge Of its mouth
for her oinspection. Lucy peeped
in, uttered an exclamation Of pleas
ure and thrust in her hand.
TITS candy!'' she proclaimed.
Excuse me. Mr.. Baldwin, =
the nurse said, with an arresting
hand. "No candy for Miss Lucy.
Mrs. Baldwin's orders. :
She's very strict with me about
that, sir. Perhaps you can.
have one or two after the party,
Lucy
Philip pursed bis lips In disap-
pointment and eyed his little
daughter, whose face was still
raised to his In eager hope.
1t's too bad, my dear. You'd
better take the candy, Alice, hc
said. handing the bag to the
nurse. Perhaps by ana by
But I want some now cried
Lucy. just one little tiny pisce--
please =
Alice stepped forward and laid
firm hold Of the child's hand.
by and by, Lucy she said
soothingly. Come along now;
you're going 20 be late, ana all
the other little girls will be there,
and they'll be sitting down to
table with pretty paper caps on.
and the ice cream and cake win
be served. and everyone win be
saying, Where's little Lucy Bald
win? Who's seen little Lucy
Baldwin, and Eobody win know
and perhaps tEeyIl-telephone--
your man1a-
The voice faded away, as the
nurse drew her small charge after
her down the hin. Philip, smil-
ing affectionately. watched them
disappear, hoping until they had
turned the corner the child might
glance back at him or waive her
hand, but Lucy's attention evi.
IDENTIFY had bean caught by the
picture her nurse presented. He
sighed lightly as the blue cap.
vanished. and with heavy steps
mounted to his front door.
Voices
There were voices in the library
as he swung back the massive
giass-paneled door. He could hear
women's polite laughter and tn.
tinkle of teaspoons against fragile
china.
ITS to be a musicale" one
woman was saying, very infor-
mai. just few people, you know,
for dinner--and then the music
I'm still IN mourning"-this
was Leila; IT haven't been going
anywhere, you know. ."
but this will be so informal.
Philip stole by the spacious
open doorway. assiduously avoid
ing glance within, hung up his
hat In the. coat closet. and as
cended the stairr assisting his
progress with a hand grasping
the banlsters.
The thought occurred to him,
as he climbed, that Leila's yee1'
Of mourning for Beckie had been
spent mostly in the hands of
skin specialists. hair experts and
beauty doctors. He saw her only
occasionally. but he knew well
enough where she put in her time.
Her hair was dyed back to it's for
mer straw-colored brilliance, while
her neck and face had been pulled,
rubbed and kneaded, but she was
past fifty, and the wrinkles were
ineffaceable despite the massaging
and enamel: She had worked dee.
perately hard for damned little re-
suit, he reflected contemptuously.
He reached the door of shis room.
and opened it somewhat brusque-
ly. A startled, half -smothered
scream and the sharply interrupt
ed hum of a sewing machine
greeted him. There were two
women there, and the carpet was
covered with scraps Of cloth,
threads and pins. In the center
stood half-draped dressmaker'c
model.
The women stared at him. aud
he gazed from one to the other.