New Britain herald., 1929-07-19

a fever. In the mldSt ol 'li''t anxiety, Nargan receives telegram. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
 CHAPTER NLI
 For once, at least, Mans justly famed "woman's intuition played her false. She was so sure that the telegram just delivered into her husbands hands was from his tor mer wife, making some new, lnso- lent demand upon his time, purse or love. that she was turning sharp ly away.
 What rotten luck" Morgan eA- claimed dlsgustedly. 'The wires from the capital. By shift in the supreme court calendar, that Brad ley case comes up Friday If l can he ready with my witnesses ny then. I don't like to ask for an- other adjournment. because I'd ike 10 get the Bradley case off my hands before the Blackhul trial reopens in January. But with the kid SICK and all
 His hesitation and the dark flush which accompanied it told Nan that the and all' referred 10 Iris and all the applications which her unexpected return had brought into her husbands life.
 Curtis isn't dangerously ill., ' Nan reminded him coldly T think it's really quite lucky that you can dispose of the Bradley case before you have to go back into the Black hull trial. You know you can trust me 10 take good care of Curtis-'
 "Of course. dear,' he interrupted quickly. as if she had reminded him that it waS not she, but Iris, who had made the child ill by stuffing him with chocolates and candied fruits. T suppose there's nothing for it but to go. I'll have to put in hectic two days getting hold Of my witnesses. l wonder II you'd mind very much if l put in two or three hours at the office to- day? I'll have to go over the tram script of the first trial pretty thoroughly"
 "Of course you will,' Nan agreed, still in that unnaturally cold voice. She wanted to act as If nothlng stood between them, to give her usual warm. eager assistance. but Iris was between them now: there was no possible blinking of that fact. Until Morgan himself ban ished her. But Nan forced herself to add, as cheerfully as pos sible: "I'n be glad to help, if you want to bring the records home.'
 She felt that Morgan's eyes, still fixed upon the telegram, were de- liberately avoiding hers. His flush deepened. I don't think that will be necessary, Nan. Goull have your hands full with the boy. What time are We to have dinner?"
 "Tt was planned for two, so that Curtis might safely eat as much as he pleased. but now that he's i'll, l can set the hour ahead 10 six, if you like"
 Her jealous eyes told hor that he was relieved. Fine, That will give me several hours Of good hard work Of course, if Curtis gets worse, or calls for me. I'll cut the work short and hurry homo.'
 'I shan't telephone unless you're really needed" Nan promised. If he wanted the assurance that he would have time to slip in a Christ mas Day visit with Iris, let him have it She had always done everything in her power to make him happy Why stop now?
 When her husband was gone, Nan wandered into the drawing room where tho neglected Christ mas tree still covered all it's treas urcs. Morgan, obviously. had for gotten the tree. The seals were unbroken on tho packages which contained hers and Curtis gifts for him.
 Her steps. made very slow by the weariness of despair, Nan walked about the tree untyiug the gold and silver cord which hound the tissue wrapped parcels tagged with her stepson's ramo They made quite a formidable little pile. eN- elusive Of the biz toy automobile a"d the well-Gtockcd tool chest. "For Curtis from Estallc"; "For Curtis from Little P2t"; "For Chr fig from Maude and Rig Pat: For Curtis from his Father" High up on the tree, just below the big sil- yer Star of Bethlehem. Nan found a !rarcel she had not seen before. This time her intuition dld not play her false. The card which horo a high ly colored picture of the Madonna and Child, was inscribed: "I7or my lH1o lover, from his adoring Mother"
 "John slipped down hora last night after I wac asleep and nut if there" Nan told herself with the cu"i0us dota"hmout of dosoair.
 Without boirg oo"e"jore oo any curiosity as to w'..t 'Nr sm-u hov containcd Nau aa@.d if To tNc pile cf cifts s@N would rarrv ups airs t0 inc si"l; child Then Sho waI',od slowly about th" irco again. her eyes duly taking in her own name. written on half a dozen tags A gift from each or the servants. even