The Washington times., 1928-08-06
A Story Of
Reckless
Love
CHAPTER I

that she didn't say:
wonder Who'll really am
Sparkling, golden haired,
with wonderful hazel eyes,
the rest Of the world knew
her as Nancy o Day, adopted
daughter of Margaret and
David O'Day. But her real
name was Deane, the orphan
asylum IN Milwaukee had
said 50, according to report.
With all the curiosity OF
Is she had questioned Mrs.
O'Dav affectionately nick
named Mud How do
You know my real name is
Deane n
Mrs. O'Day, plump and all
ways slightly upset, would
say
a Now then and amt We
curious. / know nothing at
all, at all abont the name
except what they told me at
st. Rose i and they said the
records were lost 1T 5 my
own idee We just happened to
show up when they was
piekin names from the tele-
phone book down IN the
DIS.
Nancy laughed as she
iammed her little felt hat
over the glory OF her hair
thar contrasted strikingly with
her dark eyes She gave one
fleetine glance at the clock. she
had five minutes to run the six
blocks TO the station lunch room
where her wits and repartee were
becoming sharper every day. Ever
since she had left high school two
years before she had worked in the
lunch room to help out with the
O'Day finances.
RI was a prosaic job and yet
Nancy loved it. loved the people
who came and went and never
tired of watching them. studying
them and wondering about them.
bet there's some gypsy IN
me-. she often unused. And she
tried to imagine that she was the
daughter OF an aristocratic family
lil.e the De I.ysles, who held the
center Of the social stage In the
thriving wisconsin town OF Apple
ton.
shining society star and OF course
she had never heard of Nancy
n,Day who worked in luncn
,oorn. likewise. of course. she had
heard of the Deanes of Milwaukee,
fhe Montgomery Deanes of Pros
Meet Avenue. who personified great
pealth and tradition and Dlue
blood. ,,o.
even heard of the Montgomery
Deanes and they certainly nau
never heard of her and vet mont
gonery Jr., known long ago as
~ mack sheep OF the Deane ram
an, was Nancy father and neF
RATHER was Julie Abbott. OF the
Monty Deane's name was not
.nokon in the old stone mansion
~ Milwaukees exclusive Prospee.
Avenue The bedroom that nao
nnaa been his had been locked TOT
10 wears, its mystery. WnateNei =
49, naLing up TO this room from
49, grounds one could see Tour
ia,.a windows overlooking Lake
nsichipan. darkened by hesVs
shades. ..;snerines
80. this room many the guesses
80 ~ what it contained oul ns
800 had it's long silence been snsl-
tered. only once hau
glirnpsed it's secret. ..r.,
That had happened Doare
Gears before when the D S
home was being redecol 90. 80
while Mrs Deane was III
Eaet One of the painters lel
LADDER crash against the trahsonl,
smashing the glass and tearlhs
the heavy velvet porter that smut
the interior away from the cufl'
Gus. rid
THE crash brought Mrs. Limo
o,tist the Deane housekeepeF'
running. She arrived AT the Top
OF the broad staircase IN tune 10
rail- stop" TO the painter VINO
had thrust his head over the
transom.
TOO late: already his Rrofane
ewes had giimpsed woman
gown hanging over chair irfi-
descent giittering jewel IKE:
ballet skirt heavy with rhine.
stones and on the floor pair OF
tiny ballet slippers gold: one lay
across the other. hottonl side up,
the soles We're soiled and the tips
worn
The housekeeper said nothing
nneSe: the transom WAS repaired
carolin GlendenninG Deane was
none the wiser and the old house
went on pretending its secret was
still it's own.
Nobody knew what had become
OF Monty Deane jr.; though his
father and mother never men
toned his lar they often
thought of him, remembered him
~ boy: his daughter often
thought OF him too though of
course she had never seen him
A. she dreamed of riches and
trips. Of parties. of beaux she
dreamed Of MONTY Deane with.
wondered what he WAS like
J. eut even knowing his name
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