New Britain herald., 1930-01-21
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Mrs. Wilmot pecrcd up at her kccnly. "I certainly did" she said.
 Thank you" Anne laughed lightly as she started again towards her bedroom door. At least, you've always been honest with me. I'm grateful tor that. Good night
 Tears stung hot and binding against her eyclids as she closed the door quickly behind her and groped her way through the dar:l- ness 10 her bed, but she dashed them away impatiently
 Al midnight. she was still sitting fully dressed on the edge of her bed. Delphne had tapped on her door twice, but she had sent he: away for the night. Mrs. Wilmot had stopped 10 say that Leon had gone down to the construction camp and would not be back until late. She had had q most satisfactory talk with him, and thought it was better to have the wedding on the morrow and avoid the usual fuss ard bother. Anne had only smiled sa9clN 10 herself.
 She switched off the lights and stepped through one of the French windows onto small rustic bal cony at the front. She pressed hcr forehead aganst the rough, cool surface of one of the rustic pillars. | Below her on the porch. she could ,,a ,i,. oi Morscs and Douglas cigar. Apparently they had just returned. Their voices came up to her, d n,rc subdued and meaningless murmur but she had much to thinn about.
 Well, she told herself, the inter- lude was oV2r-mountain madness or whatever madness it had been, In q few days noW-or Il few weeks she would be going back to Nea York, and everything would be just the same as if she had never como out here to the mountains. never seen Scott Gleln-ncver lived moro in those all too brief moments that he had held her in the magic circle or his arms than in the rest of her i life put together. At all events. she would go no more into the mountains. She must put Glenn anI the little cabin on the high boulder ! carefully out of her mind.
 Occasionally in the years to come perhaps there would be a quiet moment when she might smile patronzingly. a little contcmptu- ously no doubt, at the recollection Of that crazy, star-chasing interlude when she had come so dangerously near to throwing herself away on a hermit who lived in q hut in the mountains"
 Perhaps Glenn was sitting at this moment before the papcr-littcrcd | table which Shob shaggy, hostile old Shcb - didn't keep dusicd as i well as he oUgnt, figuring over that blue print. After all. though, N2 ! had his reservoir }and when that vas finished, another one sou4- | where else no doubt He was ;r busy mm-porhaps a woman nor ! or less wouldn't make much diffc.. cncc in the long run
 Suddenly she strengthened ua every sense on the alcrt-lcan~. out over the railing. Glcnn's dam - the reservoir. Those were th@ very words she had inadycrtcnt:, caught from below. She strained ! forward, almost holding her breath | in her eagerness to hear more | gradually accommodating her hcar- | ing to the mumblcd tones beneath her on the porch. She Glcaned q word here, q phrase there; piec ad ! them slowly into sentences, the meaning of which left her stunned and cold.
 She reused herself snatched q 1 sweater from chair dorned her boots and thrust her hand into the 1 right pocket to make sure the re- Nolver was still there.
 Five minutes later, she cre9t noiselessly down the back stairs tiptoed past the quarters of the sleeping servants, unbolted a dool and slipped out into the moonlcss night.
 Making wide circle round tEc
 house, she dropped at last into th. trail which lead to Glenn's cabin and swung into as brisk d gait as