The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1929-06-21
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were pledged to secrecy. SybiI
meant that no M else should
ever know. But now she must
tell-and there are times Sybil
thinks she had rather die.
The father of her unborn child
is RICHARD EUSTIS, an adven-
turers. and a p~hilanderer. SybiI
lived with him only two weeks,
during a period when she was
supposed to be vacationine in
Havana. with. MABEL BLAKE.
Terminating a CHASTITY honey
moon, SybiI returns to Boston
with Mabel, determined that nc
one shall ever know of her sor-
did
When she learns, however, that
she is going to have a child, she
is forced to tell her secret. Ma
bel is helpful, sympathic. Her
brother, TAD, is quite wonderful
about it. But VALERIE, her
brothers wife, is inclined to
scott and taunt. Poor Mrs.
THORNE, afraid of a scandal,
sets Immediately about getting
announcements printed.
Then SybiI tells CRAIG NEW
HALL, who has loved her for
years. and hoped that some day
she would marry him.
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
CHAPTER xxx
Only Craig's lips twitched, and a
little cord in his neck. Sybil
thought of a sketch she had seen
of a foreign dictator. with a leon
inc head. People called him the
Tragic Man of Destiny.
Now Craig looked like that-a
composite of tragedy. She saw the
agony in his eyes. Her own were
full of fear-wild, hunted fear.
And so they sat-reading n
another's misery. in dreadful ST.
lence.
She reached and touched his
hand. 1t lay on the tablecloth, mo-
tionless. And when she fondled it,
it felt like ice.
He opened his mouth to speak.
"Why .."
Words came hard. He seemed
to wrench them out, with effort.
why didn't you tell me
before?"
Il couldn't she told him.
Intellectually she patted his
hand.
His name was Richard Eustis.
I hate him now. l. / left him
in Havana. Shall I tell you about
it?"
She talked in small, jerky SEN
fences. 81 think must have been
crazy, 1t was all so sudden.
The Captain-and those women.
Nab begged me not to. And,
then that very night. Oh, it was
awful. Drink-drink-drink.
Five months now"
A dull red suffused the grayness
of Craig's face. and an obsequious
waiter, towering near, stared IN
startled surprise
"Oh. please!" Sybil interrupted
herself neryously. Send that man
away. He's listening to every
word know he IS"
Then Craig shifted his dreadful
penetrating gaze from her pale
face. and motioned abstractedly.
Bring Miss Thorne a breast of
chicken, please. under glass, with
mushrooms-and coffee"
She demonstrated, feebly, shak-
ing her head. Tears were in her
ewes. and a little hysterical laugh
on her lips. "Oh. Craig-Craig' you
angel, Who else in all the world
would feed a bad girl chicken I'M
der glass;"
When it came, she toyed with
it. and tasted a bit when Craig
begged her to-and poured large
cups of fragrant coffee.
Cream, my dear? Three Jumps
isn't it?"
Like a bit of pleasant domes-
ITCHY. Tragedy set with the social
niceties.
The waiter handed a steaming
cup to Craig, and discreetly with
drew.
"Oh, life. 49," sybil threw
out her hands. ITS so funny.
tell O that I am married. That
| am going to have a child. AND
them pour you a cup of coffee.
Quite as if it didn't matter. I
! break your heart-and them
give you three Jumps OF sugar.
Life's so. comical!"
She laughed nervously. Il sup
pose-if we weren't so polite-you
you'd beat me soundly. Iou
don't hate me, Craig?"
He shook his head.
Il think I'll go away next
month" She pressed her fingers
to her mouth to quiet the trembl-
of her lips. Until May"
ITO. him."
ooh. no no! Craig, you
don't understand. He doesn't know.
haven't seen him-since Havana.
dom want EVER to see him