New Britain herald., 1929-07-08

| grimly about the luxurious bed
 room, collecting every article that
 had been dedicated to Iris's per
 sonal use In the small lockwood i desk she found mass of correspon-
 dence-invitation, announcements | from shops, a sheaf of unpaid bills
 of which Morgan would ultimately
 receive duplicates with an indig- nant Please remit and letters.
 There was one envelope addressed in Bert Crawford's bold, dashing
 hand, and this Nan slipped into the pocket of the little brown velve- teen suit she was wearing. She
 would burn it, unread, grateful that it was she and not John Curtis
 Morgan who had found this prob ably incriminating bit of evidence
 of his wife's illicit love affair. It was almost dinner time when Nan and the maid had finished their
 attempt 10 banish Iris Morgan's
 ghost from her husbands home. T don't believe I'll dress" Nan
 reflected with the unaccustomed
 work and the strain of suppressed conflicting emotions.
 Then she remembered, with a grin at her own susceptibility to | flattery, Curtis's naive compliment
 the night before: "Oh, I didn't know you were so pretty!' and de- termined to gratify again his very | masculine eye for feminine beauty There was no reason at all why she should not use a generous handful of the violet bath salts that Iris had so thoughtfully provided for | her guests, never dreaming that 1t
 would be her husbands secretary and her own successor as house.
 keeper however Hong g-distance"- for that same husband, who would
 eventually use them.
 So Nan bathed luXuriously, even | giving her bright-brown short hair
 vigorous shampoo and rubbing 1t
 dry with one of Iris's extravagant
 bath towels The only dinner dress
 she had brought with her besides the amber chiffon she had worn the night before was a demurely so- l phisticated little frock of sapphire transparent velvet, with rhinestone
 buckles where her hips would have l been if she had not been built like
 a schoolboy. Above the rich, deep 1 blue her brown eyes, wide as an
 excited child's, looked almost black,
 but her new-washed hair glinted
 like fine-spun copper.
 T do like my legs" she comment
 ed to herself with pardonable satis- faction as she paraded before the | full length mirror in her closet
 door. If only these super-sheer gun
 metal stockings didn't cost three | whole dollars. And S15 for black antelope pumps. There ain't no jus | tice!-Iris with her 21 pairs of
 shoes. An. well! Poor but honest. That's mel"
 She was giving her flushed cheeks Don't need any rouge tonight. another careful dusting of rachel
 tinted powder when Curtis hurled
 breathlessly into the room.
 Hey, Mana! Guess what! My fathers come home! And I'm tell ing him all about school and Big
 Pat and Little Pat and everything!
 And he said, Where is that in cred-i -i-ble girl?' Whats incredible,
 Mana? Are you incred-i-ble?" Nan gasped. then suddenly went down on her knees and swept Cur
 tis into her arms, holding him close | against her wildly beating heart.
 Listen. Curtis! Stop panting! Tell me-was he angry when he calle l
 me that incredible girl'?"
 Why" Curtis was plainly
 amazed. 'Is incredible a cuss
 word. Mana? He didn't say it like
 he was cussing. He-he said it like -like"--the child groped for de-
 scriptive words beyond his vocabu.
 lary-"like he could kiss you if you
 was there right then,"
 "Oh," Nan sprang to her feet
 her face flaming Of course Curtis
 didn't mean that as she would have liked him to mean it. He was
 merely trying to tell her that his father had looked tenderly amused
 and grateful, but. Lets go
 down, honey. Dinner must be
 ready, and Maude has something very special tonight. Guess what! No, you'd never! 1ts-Hid : den Treasure. I just hope there'll be one for your father too.'
 Curtiss wild speculations as to what Hidden Treasure" might be carried them down to the living room and to where John Curtis