New Britain herald., 1924-05-21
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man; she would have much pre-, terred her enmity to this sudden pre- tended friendship--for that 1t va, pretended she was sure. For the second time she made little move, ment to go, but Dora again stopped her.
 You will at least tell me where you live. You will let me be youi friend?"
 For moment the eyes of the two women met, then Mary drew back her face flushing.
 You don't really wish to be my friend-you don't really like me Please let me go.'
 The other laughed mockingly.
 You are very candid, and not very charitable, are you? Some day you will be sorry."
 Mary made no answer; she turned and walked away.
 Dora stood looking after her with a chagrined face: the idea came to her to follow and see where this girl lived, but she shrugged her shoulders and dismissed 1t.
 After all, what did it matter to her? She cared nothting go long ss she could keep David from discover ing where Mary was
 At dinner-time that evening she told David and Monty that she had something very interesting to toll them; she looked at David archly as she spoke.
 T met someone when I was out this afternoon, someone you are very interested in." There was a. distinct challenge in her voice. Guess who 1t vas
 Mary" said David Tho name came so naturally to his lips--just as if she were always in his thoughts. Dora laughed to hide her chagrin. "Yes, it was" Her eyes rested on his hand; she saw how suddenly it had clcnched. She went on, with de- liberate cruelty. -
 "she looked very we'll and happy, I thought. She stopped and spoke to me; she asked after you, David" His lips moved, but he did not speak.
 W as tHt dlOHts a6hFHs Dora laughed meaningly.
 Well, that's rather telling. isn't if? But--well, no, she was not! David, I'm afraid you've been hor- rlbly taken in by her. It is s shame!"
 T don't understand you" Brether- 'ton's voice was cold. If you really saw Miss FurnivaJ, perhaps you can give me her address?"
 T am sorry--I am afraid can't l asked her for it, but she refused; {; she doesn't want 10 have anything more to do with sny of us. It's per fcSly obvious! really think it win be kinder to leave her 10 herself"
 David looked at Fisher. The lat ter spoke rather impatiently:
 Whom was she with. You ssy she was not alone?"
 My dear Monty really don't know" Her beautiful eyes meet his without finching she did not in. troduce him to me. but understood from what she ssid--and what she left unssid--that she was going 10 be married 10 him.
 There was e little silence; David laughed suddenly, lifting his wine glass.
 well, here's good luck 10 them both" he said in a queer voice.
 He deliberately changed the con versation. It was he who did the entertaining throughout the remain der of the meal. Monty had never seen him SO talkstivs; he looked at him anxiously from time to time.
 Afterwards, when he caught Dora alone for q moment in the hall, he held her band fast when she would have pulled away from him.
 "Is that the tr71th-about Mary Furnivsi--or did you make 1t all up?" There was something stern in his voice.
 Dora s-riggied free.
 Perfectly true that met her. per fsctly true that asked for her sd- dress and she refused to give it to me"
 And the rest--about the man."
 She laughed prosokinEly.
 Have you ever heard the saying that all is fair in love and war?" she asked. My dear Monty, mind your own business-that's my advice to you"
 She went on into the drawing room. David was there standing by the window. al which the blind had not yet been drawn.
 There vas s pale moon riding sloft in the dark sky. II shed q faint light on to the Fishers small garden: it made David think Of the Red Grange and that 1sst drive he hsd had with Mary.
 He cursed himself nov for not hav- ing told her then that he knew all about the pitiful little sscrset she vas guarding 70 jssleusiy. After sll. what had if been beyond the yielding to sudden sentimental impuiss7
 He sesnsd to understand her so well. and to sympathizs with her loneliness. and reslize the sudden fsp his brothers death hsd left in her life.
 Apparently Nigel hs5 been her only friend. Imagination had pierced the story for him: 5. vas only ths; he could not find a place in it's com