Beverly banner. [volume] (Beverly, N.J.) 1877-1964, 1924-10-10
By KATHLEEN NORRIS

that. Tom Josselyn has more money
than he can spend, and he hasn't done
that. But-but I don't believe it's the
happiest arrangement for any of you.
Lillian, now-shes not normal wom-
an. She has her Quarrels-her fan
cies-"
II know you don't like Lillian" FL
len answered, smiling in her turn. 'But
she and get along beautifully.
We're not bit alike, you know"
II should say you are not" George
interrupted. well, you know best.
But shouldn't advise it." And Har-
riet appearing at that moment, he
held Ellen's blue coat for her, and
watched her button 1t over her plain
pongee gown. An hour later. when
they were coming home, he asked Har-
riet about her. you've taken fancy
to young Mrs. Josselyn, baby. haven't
you 2"
ELLEN? / love her!" Harriet re-
sponded enthusiastically. Don't you
think she's pretty, daddy, in her dear
little way? Don't you think she has
lovely blue eyes? think she's thou
sand times prettier than Lillian"
"Come nowl" her father smiled.
"Oh, daddy, l dol At least think
she's a million times sweeter than Lii
liam"
"Ah, well, that's a different thing,
baby" he conceded with sigh. But
Harriet did not hear him.
"She doesn't seem to know how
sweet she is, daddy. Now think Of
her coming over here twice a week to
spend the day with Mrs. Baldwin. To-
day, she was roaming along the water
front, talking with all those old men
as happily as If she never had seen
well, seen things any different or lived
any other life She's just like a little
girl. Mrs. Baldwin will say to her:
Put on that apron, Ellen and she
obeys as if she was eight years old"
'"Then you'd be ashamed of the Lati-
mers If you were any relation to them,
baby?' her father asked, with a side
wise grin. She laughed, flushed, and
squeezed his arm in great felicity.
Daddy, you're horriblel" she told
him. And she added demurely: "You
like Joe, don't your"
; "Who spoke of Joe?" her father
asked innocently. "Joe who?" But
Harriet would not permit this duplic-
, ity. She told him vivaciously that Joe
was to come down to luncheon on Sum
day, and they were to try the tennis,
If there was nU intervening rain.
To both father and daughter the
lingering twilight of the seasons first
warm day was memorably sweet as
they motored home. There were lilacs
and fruit-blossoms in the village, doors
were open, bareheaded women chatted
over garden gates. All the country
sounds were set free again, voices and
the barking of dogs, and the honk of
motor horns. A hundred little boats
rode the satiny waters of Manhasset
bay; old Captain Latimer, sauntering
home lifted his disreputable old hat
to Joe's friends from the Point.
n II never was glad tat I'm going to
be rich before" Harriet said softly
after awhile. at didn't make me hap
pier at school, and 1t never has seemed
to count very much since. But Joe's
so ambitious, that I'm glad now-for
Joe. He can travel, and after awhile
he can write books. as he longs to do"
Fer father glanced at her. She was
looking straight ahead, into the feath-
cry green tunnel that was the road /;
her plain, intelligent little face was
lighted with the great light of youth
and love. He did not answer her. He
thought Of the nursery into which he
had reverently stepped, nearly twenty
years ago, to look at his daughter.
And his heart was wrung with an ex-
quisite emotion that was partly joy
and partly pain.
Days went by, and were weeks. 1t
was June, and still the younger jesse
lyns were domiciled at "Villino DELI
Orto," where all the roses were in
flower now, and the lawns as green
as Jade. Still Gibbs was desultorily
hunting for the right studio, interrupt
ing this enterprise whenever golf kept
him in Wheatley Hills for the day. or
when his father planned two or three
days trip for them all in the car.
Outwardly, the life they lived was
ideal The lovely house was at its
prettiest now, and Lillian gave lunch
con and dinner parties three or four
times week. She and Ellen motored
to tea at the club, and brought the
men home after their golf, or departed
in great harmony for lunch or card
parties in the car. Ellen had some
dainty new summer gowns. rough
crash with dark blue stripes, hand
kerchief linen exquisitely frail and
simple, a rose-cheeked French gingham
In which even Lillian and her friends
seemed interested
/ But she was not happy. She did not
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