The Waterbury Democrat., 1931-09-01

ana then return north. Murfei elopes with CHUCK DESMOND, newspaper reporter. On a shop ping trip Lfane encounters Ro- bard. She is unhappy and he begs her to go abroad with him. She confides in Cass who reveals that Liane is not her own daughter but the child of Cass' sister, LUISA, and Robard's stepfathcr, whose first wife Luisa was. Robard is killed in an automobile accident. IAane broods over this, is over- wheimed by sense of guilt and finally runs away. In a New Jer- sey town she finds work in a store, ha1f-starves herself and be- comes i'll. Give and Cass locate her and doctors begin a grim fight for the girls life.
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 CHAPTER xLIII
 When Liane awoke her tenn perature was normal. The nurse turned beaming eye on the two watchers and rustled starchily to make notation on her chart.
 Liane said softly. "oh. Give, you here?"
 He stood at the foot of the bed. "Yes. Hope you don't mind"
 Glad" she drowsed again.
 Cass fl1ng her arms around him as they stood outside in the corridor once more. She whis- pered, Lets go some place, where I can sit down and have good cry. She's going to get we'll"
 His grip on her shoulders hurt. Gan l take you anywhere?"
 I've got to be at the theater by 1880 but you stay right here. I know you want to. The show mupt go on."
 He said q know" but his thoughts were elsewhere. He found himself grinning fatuously at everything and nothing.
 'The car is downstairs. Tell Kelly to take you back to town"
 Thanks"
 she rang for the elevator. She ran back to say to him, Gall me the instant there's any change. For the better, I mean. It's go- ing to be nothing but that from now on. l know that"
 He was alone now with his thoughts. Miss Bunce whisked in and out. clean. impersonal and efficient.
 That's 8 nice boy" the nurse thought. Lucky girl. to have such a husband. Some girls get all the breaks"
 spring had come back to Will low Stream when at Last liane was able to be moved. A tenta- tive, wistful sort of spring. The young buds were on the trees. The crocuses were up In the gar dens around the big house. Mrs Cleespaugh was still In Italy put she had cabled her son to open The place and recall the servants.
 Give had wanted to take Liane south but the doctor had advised against 1t. He had said she was not strong enough for travel yet.
 So she returned to the big rose curtained boudoir which had shel- tered her last summer. What ages it seemed since then! How much had happened and how much older and wiser she felt!
 She tried to talk to Give one day. to tell him something or what was in her heart. But she was still too weak for this. The tears brimmed over and her voice broke when she tried.
 Give had been wrung by her fraiity, her humility on this oc- casion.
 "Please don't try to talk about our affairs now" he had pleaded. 'Iater we can straighten every thing out, Don't worry. Think of me as a big brother. a guard ian, anything you like. only please don't fret"
 "You're too good to me" she had managed to say brokenly.
 She did not see him often these days. He went to the city on an early train and came out on a late one. Usually she dined In her room. During the morning she was wheeled out itno the sun and for long hours she sat wrapped in a rug. her hands the merest transparencies against her furs. contemplating the loveliness around her. The lawns were be- ginning to show hint of the green luxuriance which would later overrun them. Nora brought roses from the small conservatory almost daily.
 Liane had plenty of opportun- ity to contemplate her roiiy, her mistakes. She felt overwhelmed by the enormity of them. HOW wrong she had been to marry Give and later to think of Van Robard as the man to whom sne might have given all her love! She had learned something new about life in the days since she began to struggle back to health in that narrow hospital room. She had thought, q am sick of love and loving. Life itself Is enough. There is too much talk of love-
 Then she began to walk again, to take A new interest in her sur roundings-in books. flowers for fine table, frocks and all the little things whoch go to make up the fabric of living. ,-
 Gives attitude was perfect. He was all consideration. friendly kindness. She might have been any girl, consigned to his atiec. tionafe care. He might have been
 she could not tell exactly when she began to resent this attituae oS his. The feeling developed so Gradually that she did not actual sv know when it was started. Tn May. when she was perfectly well arain. she began to wonder ht- tie jealously why he stayed in ,rvn so many evenings. Once he sooke. quite casually. of Tressa.
 sYou'ye seen herr"
 "oh yes. She dropped tn one aay about a week ago to ask my advice about some Of her invest menfa. She has no head Tor pnsi- ness you know"
 sI see" Llane saiu no mets, but the tumuit Of her teeiins nAu asfenIshed ana nppalleu nst' Y<esea. ea aftEAnilge and deAfr- 4