New Britain herald., 1924-05-08
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY

NOW 60 ON WITH THE STORY
 She escaped past him now, and went into the hall. where Miss Var ney and Dora Fisher stood together. Mary thought that the latter looked at her rather cautiously as she joined them; she was conscious of her hot cheeks and nervous manner. She went on to the front door and stood looking out into the darkening gar den.
 The headlights Of the big car pierced the gloom like vicious eyes, throwing everything beyond into acute shadow.
 Bretherton passed her and climbed into the front seat; he did not look at her.
 After a moment or two Dora fol- lowed him: she was laughing and talking all the time: she shook hands with Mary effusively.
 "I am so pleased to have met you" she said. CT hope we shall be great friends. You must come and stay with us in town, will you?"
 Mary's troubled eyes turned towards David, but he was sitting at the wheel, staring straight in front of him. She began stumbling reply.
 Thank you--thank yon very much. But shall not be here much longer: l am only on visit, you know. Thank you very much, all the same"
 A little flash Of interest crept into Dora's face, but 1t was gone in- stantly.
 ''Is that so? didn't know: but perhaps you will be able to spare us a weekend sometime. Goodby,"
 She got into the car beside David, He drew the rug round her punctiIi- ously; Mary watched them with an absurd little heartache.
 She resented Dora being there in her place; she stood in the cool dark ness for some moments after the car had turned out of the drive.
 Miss Narney called to her from the hall ,...s.. .s-'I'
 Come in, my dear--come in. You will catch your death Of cold,"
 Mary obeyed reluctantly: she was surprised to find that she was quite chilled. She walked back to the drawing-room and knelt down by the Are; Miss Varney followed. ..s
 I'm glad she didn't stay" she said, with little comfortable laugh. .'I do try 10 like her. for David's sake, but in my heart I don't really like her at all"
 Mary did not look round; she was holding her hands to the blaze,
 "Why--why for Dayids sake ?" she asked. rather constrainedly.
 Well, for one reason, her brother is his greatest friend, and for another well. they have known each other all their lives"
 T see! Do you--do you think he will-marry her?"
 Miss Narney said Good Hea,ens," in voice of horror.
 She stared down al Mary's black robed figure with eyes that were aI- most frightened.
 "My dear child. What put such an idea into your head 2"
 Mary laughed.
 ''Oh, I don't know. Why should it be anything so very strange, after all? You say they are old friends, and she Is very-pretty"
 "Humph! We'll. everyone 10 their taste" said Miss Carney. But, per- sonally, I prefer a woman to be less like an expensive dressed up doll. And if David ever marries, hope he'll be sensible and choose a wife like you, my dear, if may say so."
 ''oh!" The little exclamation escaped Mary involuntarily. She colored sensitively.
 Well, l mean what say,'b Miss Narney asserted. "Women of your type are those who make men happy: the women who make a real nome in it's best sense-not a doll, without a thought in her head beyond new frocks and jewelry. But apart from tllat, I'm quite sure that David has never given her a serious thought"
 Mary did not answer: her thoughts were away along the dark road with the two in that speeding car.
 She despised herself because she felt angry and jealous. and yet she could not crush the feeling. When Miss Varney left her, she rose to her feet and went over to the window, drawing aside the blind
 It was not nearly time for David to come back yet, but all the same she found herself straining her ears for sound Of the returning car, or a gleam of it's powerful headlights through the darkness.
 CHAPTER xxxIII.
 Not Encouraging
 But David and his companion had not yet reached the station; the en- zine was running badly, and once it almost failed on hill leading down to the village.
 \ Dora was secretly rather pleased: she calculated that if they were 10 lost this train. she would have to spend the night at the Red Grange; there was another train to town, but it would mean that David would never consent to her going by if alone.
 But the engine improved after the hrst half mile. David turned 10 her with an spologetic smile.
 Tim sorry to have been so unen- tertaining; there Is something wrong with the engine. hope we shall get fn fha @4o4fr~ ~a af,f.4