San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1925-09-30

The Making Of
a Husband
a mn Lisle' s N e ID
Phase of Jim and
Anne's Marital
Adventure
BY ANN Isle
Chapter 70.
BY ANN Isle


lenge in his eyes.
What" shouted. "Since when?"
"Since just before Christmas"
, Nicholas Perry confessed.
That's when we began getting the
letters from the Red-Palmer," said,
half to myself. Il suppose he used
your paints
WHAT
Look at these letters. Look at the
Red Palm with which they are signed.
Look at the elaborate care with which
they are made to seem like illiterate
scrawls. / guess man would have
to spell very well to misspell with
such consistent badness" l declared,
with a sense of satisfaction in the
rightness of Jim's Theory.
"Lingard neverc had a thing to do
with these" said Nicholas Perry.
why should heE
Wouldn't he hate us for the some
reason that TarasOv hates him." l
asked.
And what is that"
For being happy where he looked
lOl JOy anu
How could sane human being
hold you responsible for his failure?'
asked Mr.. Perry.
"a sane one couldn't. But is Ber-
tie Lingard saner'
Nicholas Perry threw back his head
and laughed heartily.
''Lingard is as sane as you or l.
He came back to this country to re-
cuperate from bad fall he had from
an airplane. He took up flying to
forget his troubles. He had a bad
tumble. 1t knocked him out. He
didn't get on very well over in Eng
land.
Il suppose the duties of an earl
dom are pretty onerous. So he
played hookey-came over here. And
this is fine, piny, woodsy neighbor-
hood, SO what is more natural than
for him to hot-foot it here and look
up his old diggings? He came to me
|, TO see about getting the Birches. l
had let it to you. Couldn't put you
out. He collapsed when he heard it.
He's darn sick. had to put him up,
and The HedgeTow itself is too noisy
has too much coming and going.
The STATIONS are always undertoot.
Models come. All that sort of thing:
So / got Mrs. Cruikshank-good old
soul--to look out for him. That's
all clear, isn't itF'
1t seemed clear, but it didn't con-
vince me.
docs old Mrs. Cruikshank look out
for BERTHE LingardF l asked.
z NPart of the time. Afternoons when
the's resting, and I'm painting Arlette
takes care of him." -,
us he Observation-Disclosures" l
asked.
mot exactly. But he's weak-cant
get about much. And he's Ike
g ild--so docile and grateful and pa
tIetic and helpless.
ne, I'd say he isn't as sick as ne Is
mentally upset. What the English
themselves call 'Balmy'. And his COM
ing TO YOU conceded with our recely,,
ing these threatening letters. SO IA
saw YOUR BERTHE Lingard is pulling
the wool over your eyes a bit"
Don't make me laugh" said Mich
olas Perry impatiently..
.If he didn't send us these
threatening letters, who dldE L
asked.
"Tarasoy," said Mr.. Perry, griml y.
"But he can't read or write. And
he has nothing against us. We don
tic M with him-sorrow.
"Tarasov's mad. A dangerous Grim
inal. A Bolshevik. I'm inclined to
think I'll have him taken up for va
grancy."
"But he's protecting me-" l protest
ed. my mind in a whirl.
"Gammonr' said Nicholas Perry
pleasantly. However, it isn't about
that / came TO Sc you. And, as l said
before, / really came TO see May. Can
we have her in?"
IF she hasn't gone off for her two
hours afternoon freedom" | said.
"She goes down to the little old Val
Ieau shack every afternoon with Ar
lette from 3 to 8 and puts the place in
order"
First I've heard of it." said Mich
olas Perry. "From 3 to . is when
ilArlette sits with Lingard."
MI Like a flash it came to me that
MAY once pilfered And il she would
stAaI-why shouldn't she lie? With
mn head in a whi.l / went to the
Kitchen to call May. In this moment
human nature looked like sorry thing
to lme-a thing you couldn't trust, al
md5st a thing you had to despisc. But
as MAY came into the studio, drying
het hands on her apron, looking whole
SOME and sturdy and altogether rosy
and clean, it was not in my heart 70
suspect her of anything until it was
proved against her-and perhaps not
then. -,
aHow do you do, Mr.. Perry?" said
May pleasantly.
aHello, May" he replied guardedly
Flows yourself?' And above all
where is Arlette?"
"Arlette is by YOU" May an
swered.
"Oh, no she isn't" Mr.. Perry said
fatty. "She didn't show up at break.
fast this morning. She's not around
my place. Don't you know where your
little sister is?"
"By you,' May repeated dog
gedly. ..
"She's not around the Hedgcrow,
Mr.. Perry persisted equally. 81 sent
down to your shack. She's not there,
Don't you know"
"Tarasov! Tarasov" shrieked
Nay
She threw her apron over her head
nd rushed out of the room. 4 M
nent later wild bang Of the side
door told me that May had gone IN
pursuit of Tarasov.
ITO Be Continued Tomorrow