New Britain herald., 1929-07-08


 derness Nan saw that Curtis obeyed the 10-year-old son of the cook un- questioningly eagerly.
 She went back into the house. Estelle, the maid, stopped her in the hall. T was just wondering. Miss Carroll what to do with Mrs. Morgan's clothes and things. If she's going to be gone several months, oughtnt they to be well, packed up, or something 2" She floundered to an embarra ssed stop, but her meaning lay plainly between the two girls: if Iris Nor gan was not coming back, should a hundred reminders of her beau- tiful body continue to stab John Curtis Morgan's heart every time he entered his home?
 Nan ascended the stairs slowly, sick with distaste for the job that lay ahead of her.
 CHAPTER XXIII
 As soon as Nan Carroll switched on the lights in the chamber which had been shared by John Curtis Morgan and his wife, she knew why the deserted husband had fled from it to the sanctuary of the small room which had been dedi- cated to male guests of the famous lawyer.
 For this room was of and for Iris. It had been created solely as a setting for Iris Morgan's exotic beauty.
 Iris had daringly chosen color scheme of amethyst and vivid blue green, almost the same blue green as her remarkable eyes. Both shades of taffeta were combined in the window drapes, with sheer gold gauge between, to filter sun- shine into more flattering moon light. The top of the dressing ta- ble, with it's triple mirrors, was crowded with scent bottles, jars and boxes. all of clear amethyst crystal Nan wondered how Iris could have left such treasure be- hind, but undoubtedly the woman who had abandoned husband and child for another man had depend ed upon Bert Crawford to give her newer, richer treasure, as we'll as a newer, more thrilling love than that which she was leaving.
 Do you need any help, Miss Car roll?" Estelle. the maid, startled he ir{o b,y from the doorway
 Nan was grateful. It was not | pleasant to be alone with the ghost of a living woman. Yes, thank | you, Estelle. I haven't looked into | the closet yet. but if there is much packing to be done I shall need your help-also a wardrobe trunk or two"
 ''I told Pat O'Brien to bring up trunks from the basement" Estelle admitted. Tt will take all the trunks we can find to hold her clothes. Here's Mrs Morgan's | dressing room. and I reckon there's enough clothes here to stock a shop"
 Nan agreed with her silently when she stepped into the large dressing room. Afternoon frocks, evening gowns, street costumes dresses, dresses and more dresses crowded the hanger-pole from one end of the room to the other No wonder John Curtis Morgan had not been able to endure the room he had shared with his wife! Had he stood here lonely and de- spairing. breathing in the perfume that floated delicately from his wife's garments, remembering her beauty clothed in this frock and that, crushing the exquisite fabrics against his lips
 But Estelle, as if she read Nans thoughts, dispelled that picture. MT. Morgan hasn't been in here since Friday morning. He slept in the gentlemen's guest room Fri day night, and had me move his things in their Saturday morning."
 Nan was gultily glad that Big Pat had not arrived a moment soon- CT with the three wardrobe trunks. It was strangely comforting to know l that Morgan had not spent tragic minutes in this dressing room, re- | creating images of his wife in these | dresses she had not considered worthy to be taken on her wicked adventure.
 Tn here, Big Pat" she called to the man. And thank you. 1 won- der if there's going to be half enough room? There seems to be | dozens of pairs of shoes, as we'll as stacks of hats. Will you begin Estelle? Big Pat has opened the