Evening star., 1924-05-25

HIS BRAIN F
stand She has quite a fortune. Do
you propose to live on her? And as
for society, even Mrs. Drummond
would throw her down. She's moth
er's friend. and that old crowd always
stands together. Lydia Farren is an
outsider, niece or no niece"
We've no intention of staying here.
Well go to New York, and l shall
become a newspaper man."
II wonder. l should say there were
no two minds so unlike as the news
paper and the business mind. And
how does the. naughty Miss F'arren
like the idea, of being a reporters
wife,"
She doesn't care. Nothing matters
if we can only marry"
Well" said Marjory, crossing her
strong, capable little hands and sit
ting back in her chair, Il shall not
get a divorce"
"W-h-a-a-t"' He stared at her. in
amazement. After all I've told you?
Dyou mean to say YOU want TO hang
on to a man who wants another
woman"
That's not the point. What's mine
is mine, and l propose to keep il,
even if il is damaged goods. When
married You il was not with the
least intention of giving you up to
any other woman later, although I
made no doubt a good many would
want you. I'm just as convinced a
ever that I picked out the right man
to spend my life WITH You are tenn
porarily insane, that's all"
LIE stared at her bewildered and
furious. He didn't like her ex-
preston at ALL, For the first time he
was really apprehensive
Surely" he stammered. Surely
your pride"
Exactly. I've an enormous amount
of pride-far too much to permit my
husband to desert me for another
woman"
But You can't keep me. III leave
you"
One isn't the daughter of a lawyer
for nothing. As soon as you've left
the house with your trunk I'll take
the baby to Santa Barbara for his
health Father will give me the
money. There I'll stay until you come
to your senses"
Morgan threw himself into a chair
and beat his head with his hands
"Marjory. Marjory: he almost
sobbed.~ You must understand I
tell you this thing lis life or death
with me. I can't live without her. and
I'll never live with you again. Il
haven't a bit of feeling of any kind
left for you"
Marjory answered steadily:
That doesn't so much matter. 1t
goes in time. anyhow
4ou-you-" gasped Morgan. 81
don't know you at all. You're not the
woman l married.
"Oh, yes, l am-only more SC"
She stood up. Her face was stil1
composed, her eelor even. Her ewes
looked like shining, hard pebbles
Shall you go tonight" she asked.
don't know what to do. No, 1
won't go tonight. But Til sleep in
here"
The davenport is very comfortable.
4 IL up Il DeQ Tor Vol
She returned in a moment with her
arms full of bedclothes and made mn
q bed on large davenport with neat
ness and precision.
I've put your toothbrush and
shaving things in the other bath
room,' she said. You won't mind
sharlng it with Annie. She's sound
asleep, by the way-luckily."
rs she?" Morgan had forgotten
the existence of the nurse. Mar
jory."
His wife yawned. Really, Morgan.
Iye'said all / have to say on the SUBJ
ject. Good night"
When Marjory reached her room
she fell on her bed and sobbsd noise
lessly for an hour. Then she took
a hot bath and went to bed and slept.
The next morning she drove down
to Menlo Park and confided in her
mother. Mrs. Darrell ordered her car
and drove to Burlingame She was
closeted with Mrs. Drummond for an
hour. After she left, Miss Farren
was summoned and told to pack her
trunks, as she was to leave for New
York as soon as a compartment
could be reserved on the Overland
Limited. Mrs. Drummond had no de-
sire for IAN estrangement with her
only sister. But she had seen Mrs.
Farren four times in twenty years.
Mrs. Darrell was far closer friend
and had never deserted California for
New York.
That afternoon Miss Farren moved
over to Mrs. Glenn Hobson's, one of
the new set" in Buflingame, who
merely. opened her large round eyes
wider when people talked Of 1oyalties
and traditions. She was delighted to
give hospitality to the aristocratic
New Yorker, and sympathized with
her deeply.
Mrs. Drummond was distracted.
Mrs. Farren was in Europe, and, any
way, the girl had her own fortune
and. far more character. than her
mother. There was nothing to do bat
drive down to Menlo and condole
with her old friend.
Mrs. Darrell shrugged her shoul-
ders. 1--WE have done what we could."