Brownsville herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1910-current, 1930-06-05
Eleventh lnstaliment
CHAPTER VIII
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Call 20 Action.
FROM Washington Brian wrote In
L a way that revealed his heart
with almost cruel clarity. Linda
could find no doubt there; only the
humility and reverence with which
some men approach the women
they love. This attitude touched
her profoundly. Tenderness was
new 10 her.
But what was to come OF IL all?
When that question persistently
arose TO torment her she tried 10
put il aside with all the easy ex-
cuses that are the habit OF the
procrastinator. Brian would be
away. Circumstances would sep
arate them: they would both for
get. But In these reflections there
was no soIace; instead far from
forgetting, she found the need for
him growing day by day.
There were other troubles.
Money.
The delayed check arrived from
the broker with a stir notation OF
the deduction that was credited TO
Senator Converse. Her cheeks
burned when she saw that. and re-
called her humiliation. For a mo-
ment she felt a singing desire 10
look the truth in the face-to be
honest with herself. She was not
deceived with this elaborate pre-
tense, but unless she accepted 1t
nothing remained but chaos
The check was comparatively
small, but il come at a moment
which exaggerated its importance.
AS If warned by telepathy, poor
Linda's creditors seemed to have
chosen that morning for a united
foray. She was facing a pile OF
bills and letters. some OF them
even threatening in a deadly polite
sort OF way, when the dove Of peace
dropped the blue slip bearing the
signature Of Stevens into her lap.
The money vanished.
How did 1t happen? Linda, who
thought she had learned the lesson
Of prudence, discovered her purse
almost empty once more. Some
new pride within her rebelled
against subterfuge with these peo-
PIE who had trusted her. and she
paid il freely out 10 dreSsmakers
and milliners while Ii lasted. They
were placated, and urged by her TO
buy again. but she would not, al
though spring peeped temptingly
through the new little leaves OF the
gray trees in the park. The shops
were full of lovely things, but she
bought nothing. The hat she had
chosen on that walk with Brian had
been the last purchase A feeling
that in some name an invisible
net was closing around her per-
sisted, and there was nothing in
the immediate outlook 10 raise her
spirits.
Time crept By, and brought
March. She was still In the city
alone, so far as her circle OF
friends was concerned, for the
frightful weather had driven every
one away. But she did not miss
them. She was marking time until
Brian would be gone.
Then, she believed. she would be
safe. 1t would be possible then TO
come 10 some concluslon-to look
things in the face; return to her
old way Of living and thinking or
TO find that other channel her soul
was dimly striving for.
But not while Brian was there
with his pedestals. That would
make 1t much too hard; better to
be silent; far better TO let him
think her cold, Indifferent while
he was near.
Converse wrote her a brief note
from Washington, where he had
gone into session.
"Why not run down here for a
few weeks? There's lots going on
and you might amuse yourself play
ing chaperon 10 your friend Anstey
and little Miss FentreSs."
She was astonished at the surge
of feeling those few sentences
aroused In her. She had coupled
Brian and Daisy In her own
thoughts. but this was different.
This was seeing them through the
worlds eyes. This made POSSIBLE