New Britain herald., 1928-05-09
CHAPTER XLNIII

sheets of The Capital City Press, her eyes deyouring the two-col- umn picture of David Nash. Two lines of type above the photo- graph !eaped out at her:
 Honor graduate of A, A NJ. inherits grandfather's farm,'
 He hadn't been injured or killed in an accident, he wasn't married; In d frenzy of relief and gratitude 10 the God she had just been accus- ing of deserting her, Sally Barr, who had been Sally Ford, bent her head until her lips rested on the lips Of the photograph. And it was rather a pity that Arthur Van Horne. con noissour of kissing was not there to see the passionate fervor of the kisses which the girl whom he had dismissed contcmptuouly was rain- ing upon an unrcsponslve newspaper picture.
 When at last she was calmer she read the short item through. II was the last paragraph that brought Htl lO j'l iNtt' HVA S'0he body electric with sudden deter mination:
 Young Nash is living alyle in the fine old farmhouse. and ap- ,arcnt]y IS as capable in the kitchen as on the seat of a cultl- vator. He says his whole heart is in scientific farming, and that his only sweetheart is Sally, a bluc-ribbon heifcr which hc Is grooming to break the world s butter-fat production record.'
 David. Darling David." She was laughing and crying at the same time. He hasn't changed! He hasn't forgotten that we're half arried.
 Jerking open drawer Of her dressing table she caught sight of her face in the mirror, and her eyes uidencd with delighted sur prise. Gone was the pinched. white, shame stricken face, and in it's place was beauty such as she had never dreamed she possessed. She turned away from the mirror. tremulous and abashed, for what she had to do would not be easy. Her eyes tried 10 avoid the ex- auisite photograph of her mother that stood in it's blue leather frame on the dressing table, but at last she snatched 1t up and carried it against her breast as she ran to her desk.
 She felt that she was talking to Enid as she wrote, pleading for understanding and forgiveness from those dreaming, misty, corn flower -blue eyes:
 Mother. darling: I'm running away, to so to David. Please don't try to stop me or bring me back for I'll have to run away again fl you do. I'm going to marry David because I love him with all my heart and because he Is the onl, man I could ever marry without causing you shame. He alread, knows the truth, and 1t made nc difference in his love for me. You know how 1t was with Grant Proc tor. You said yourself that if told him. he would not want te marry me. And I could never marry a man without first telling him the truth. Arthur Van Horne knew and wanted me to be his mistress He told me today. He did not thInk I was good enough to be his wife. IL would always be the same And SO I am going to David. whe knows and lo1es me anyway.
 "Oh. Mother, forgive me for hurt lng you like this. But don't you see that l would hurt you more b, staying? After a while you would be ashamed of me because I could not marry. would humiliate yol u the eyes of your friends. Ane I could not be happy ever, ava, from David l wanted 10 die afte, Arthur Van Horne told me todd, what he really wanted of me. hu' now. know I want to ive--uitf David, Please Mother. don't think my love for you
 She could write no more jus' then. Laying her hot cheek sgains' he cold glass of the framed photo. craph of h"r mother she sobbed SC loudly. so heart hrokenlv that she did not hear knock upon the door did not know her grief was heins witnessed until she felt s hanc upon her shoulder.
 Sally, Jarlng' What in the rorld l- the matter" IL ras Enic Barr's tender, 'hroatv contralto.
 Sally eprang 70 her feet, her eve. aid with fear, her mo'her's pic ture still tightly rlutched in hel hands II was writing you a le''er,' she sasped IT,
 Perhaps I'd better read it now. Enid sad in an odd voice. snr reached for the scattered sheets o pale gray notepsp per on the desk
 sally vsvered to 3 chair snr sIumped into if, too dszed ritt despair 10 think coherently. Sh' could not bear 10 look st he1 mother. for she knew now hoy consrdlv she had been, hor abys rnally selfish.
 Her flaming face vas hidden b, her hands when, after what seemec many long minutes. she heard he mothers voice again;
 Poor sallv' You couldn't trus me- You'd have run aEay-lik' that7 Without giving me . chanc' io prove my love for your"
 Sally dropped her hands ant -'ared stupidly at her mother Enid was coming toward her. th' newspaper with David's picture 1T Il rustlng against the crisp taffets of her bouffant skirt. And or Enid's face was an expression O such sorroWful but loving reproa cf that Sally burst into wild weeping.
 Poor little darling," Eni1 dropped 10 her knees beside Sally. chair and took the girls cold