New Britain herald., 1929-07-17
CHAPTER N\NEHI

IL was clock when Nan Nor Gan, in a tempest of unreasonable fury and fear. locked her doors against any attempt her husband might make 10 bring to her his load of despair and newly revived love fer his first wife.
 She shant haunt this room. too. as she does every other room in the house. Nan sobbed.
 She was trembling with the fury of her own determination but her ears betrayed her by straining to catch the faintest sound which would indicate that he was trying to come to her. After many min utes she heard him open his door. Breathlessly she waited, savagely eager to have him turn the knob of her door and find it locked.
 She herself was suffering so ter ribly that it gave her a fierce, per verse pleasure to think of his be- ing hurt too. kneeling down be- fore that woman who had never loved him and who had deserte l him! Nan clenched her hands as her eyes stared at the doorknob. Going to the hospital twice in one day to see her, when she wasn't really sick at all, but just sham ming to win his sympathy. He'G always been wax in Iris hands. Well, let him be hurt now. It would serve him right. She had been hurt enough, God knew, But her straining eyes told Nan that he had not touched the knob of her door,
 She heard water running; faint, familiar sounds which told her he was getting out his shaving things. She could see every step of the process as if she were in the bath room hesid him. The way he stretched his upper lip in a con- 1cal grlmace; the breeding gravity in his deep-set black eyes. which saw nothing funny in the facial contoritons man makes when he slaves himself. The infinite ca -c with which he circled the safety razor about the little brown mole on his right cheek. Oh. Nan caught her breath in agony. It was terrible 10 love a man so much | Only this morning she had stood close beside him as he shaved, SC close that his elbow joggled her | ribs and made her double up in a childish fit of giggling. And now
 She waited until she heard him re-enter his own room, then with a great effort. Nan went about he, own dressing for dinner The ambe, chiffon. He liked it, but why try tc please him now? He wouldn't notice what she had on. His eyes would be | tuned in upon a vision of Iris, lyinc in appealing helplessness upon C hospital bed, her fragility clothed in an exquisite colored, subtlS scented negligee.
 Even as her hairbrush gave flu. rious punctuation 10 her defiance Nan knew, deep down in her heart that if John Curtis Morgan wanted her to relinquish him to his frs wife, she would do so He would be the last court of appeal. If he decided against her, there would be no fight left in her.
 She did not descend the stair. until she had heard her husband go down, slowly, like an old man It was their custom to assemble ir the drawing room, there to wait fol Estelles summons to the dininG room. It took all her courage tc cross the threshold, and so strong had been her premonition of wha she would find when she did SC that she felt no surprise, only al overwhelming despair.
 John Curtis Morgan and his so! stood before the fireplace, lookinI absurdly like each other, in spit, of the difference in their size Consciously or unconsciousy, Cur tis had duplicated his fathers pos - feet planted wide apart, hand thrust into trousers pockets, shout ders hunched. head lowered. bu eyes raised to Iris Morgan's breath taking beautiful portrait How closely kin those two were, Fathe' and son, by virtue of the woman