The Glenwood post., 1924-07-17

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"Ray :. Was It Ny Fault That =.
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Ray was it my fault that
"Ir was his own. No one elssA
wrote you that, dear"
WAS he as bad as you said in your
letters? He wasn't like that
when he was here. You never liked
him, you know"
"n q Japanese like Kayama says
ne was bad, and these Orientals'n
stand for anything! why, he-it'il be
unspeakable when we heari"
"You don't think I'm heartless about
Bob? It's because 1 love you, Ray.
Always. Didn't you feel creepy when
you found out that Bob had been on
the same boat with your
"I'm glad didn't know" he an
swered. II was worried when Cor
don ordered me home. or might have
found out by myself
II explained to Uncle Sandy how
Bob's actions handicapped you. He
understands 1t all. Won't 1t be grand.
Ray-boy, for you to"-she thought for
an adequate expression-"for you to
take the helm? Uncle Sandy's tired
of work He seldom goes to the Of
fce."
This other thing won't get out Of
my mind" Williams said after a mo-
ment. II hate to think of Bob all
alone"
1T was his own fault, Ray!"
"Does Mr. Sanderson think that?"
"He never admits 1t. He says that
1t was his fault But when this lord
tells him, he'll have to-" She
shrugged her shoulders, blinking to
shut out the unwelcome vision. Lets
talk of ourselves, dear. What did you
think when l told you that Uncle
Sandy is going to make you his per-
sonal assistantf did it all myself.
lonesome. You didn't" (eternal femi-
nine) think that the Japanese girls
were pretty7 Tell mel"
Williams told her. The while he
held her to him. his eyes travelled
about the comfortable library. Some
day. this would be his. Alberta would
probably want fellow to stick to the
office, when there was golf to be
played. and trips In a little car" to
be made and cases of Scotch to be
ferreted out. With kisses, he could
manage her. And that man Gordon,
with his damnable "step on the work :"
he'd step on Gordon the first time the
fellow had word to say
Alberta whirled OF upstairs to go
through her wardrobe; there would be
one perfectly dressed woman that
night. She paused moment outside
the door behind which was the room
of the white wife of the japanese. AL
berta admitted frankly that the girl
would be pretty. If she were dressed
as she should be. But she. Alberta.
need not fear comparison.
When they were alone, Wells said
briefly to Ellen: II will rest. and also
pay devotions to the god Of our house.
There will be much food, and more
talking, later. It will be well for you
to rest, likewise. When evening comes,
attire yourself In foreign clothing, O.
Hama"
The stage was being set, Wells
thought. Just how he would act. and
what he would say, and the manner
in which he would make explanation
he did not know. He only hoped that
he could hold himself. lin: he must net
part.
Ellen wondered why her husband
she wished that In his delirium on the
ship he had spoken his own name
was bringing this body of which she
had now heard so much. She knew
nothing of any body. 1t was all a
part of the weird occurrence. When
would he tell her that he was a white
man and that he loved her? Instinct
told her that the two would come to-
gether.
Sanderson almlessly wandered about
the house. He wanted "it" over; yet
dreaded actual contacts with fact.
With no consideration at all, as VIII
liams had 1t. Sanderson walked into
the library: the older man found the
air Of ease which Williams was assum-
Ing something close to insolence.
How did Bob look when you last
saw himf Sanderson asked without
Introduction.
"Why-very WE'LL" the other slut
tered, removing the cigar from his
mouth nerveusly.
"Tou tried to keep. him straight.