Evening star., 1932-08-15
II do, but not here"

II do, but not here"
"Where?"
My club, or my home at Southamp-
ton"
That's different-I'd like that better,
too"
II stopped here today to see how
Joe is getting along-I'm pretty fond
of him. He had pneumonia last Spring
and the doctor said Summer in the
open would fix him up fine, so we hit
upon this. He'll go back to Yale this
Fall good as new"
Jeans eyes glowed. "Oh. I remem-
ber you now-he has told me about you
how wonderful you have been to him.
I'm glad l met you!" Jean put out an
impulsive little brown hand. 1T must
be splendid to do so much good in the
world-Such constructive work. Every
body knows your vocational bureau"
With the shyness that came upon her
after this incident, memory flashed a
picture of Jim on the cinema of her
mind-Jim as she had seen him two
hours before. The contrast sickened
her.
What is wrong? You look as If
you'd seen q GHOST
ing on one elbow. "Nothing's the mat
she hid her face from him.
DO you want to tell me about 1t"
he asked, kindly. Perhaps ! can
help"
For q second Jean was tempted TO
unburden her heart to this man whom
she knew so well by reputation. q man
whose well-regulated and unique phi
lanthropies had earned him renoWn.
He would help her If she asked him
but what IL he thought 1t her duty
TO 60 back to jim? She couldn't do
that If she had to lie here on the
beach all night-the memory of the
look in Jims eyes sent frightened
shadows Through her slender body.
You surely can't be cold-your
bathing suit is practically dry?"
Martin Webster leaned over her.
Jean uncovered her tear-blurred eyes
and looked into his. Something glad
and thrilling leaped in her heart. How
could she tell him about Jim?
Don't mind me-Im silly-worried
about something. came here today
to be alone-think things out"
Then am disturbing your think
mo, you've helped But I'm so
tired" She lay back again, wondering
why she should feel this way.
Did you have your luncheon?"
No" she admitted.
Then that's the trouble. You need
some food. III go and get you o
sandwich and some coffee. ALI right9"
1T is very kind of you" She
answered his smile with q wistful grin
and her eyes followed his stalwart fig
ure rs be strobe up the beach. Then.
bringing her thoughts back to herself
she wondered frantically what she Was
going to do. She had NO money. no
clothes, no friends. and the shadows
were lengthening. She couldn't go
back to Jim. This phrase beat upon
her consciousness. Terror clutched her
when she contemplated 1t, for only
today had the fuH significance Of what
her marriage might mean dawned upon
her. Up TO this time Jim was just
some one whom her father had asked
But now Jim had opened her eyes
she couldn't go back death
would be preferable.
She felt Ill again what was
this strange feeling that possessed her?
She had never been sick in her life.
Lying back on the sand once again.
she unconSciouSly made O pillow OF
Martin Webster's coat, which he had
left lying beside her while he went
to get her some food. She moved her
head restlessiy, feeling the bulge Of bis
bilifold in an inner pocket. He had
plenty of money he would give
her some if she asked him. Why not?
When he returned she would throw
herself on his mercy and plead with
him to save her from the fate of being
Jims wife. But what If he refused2
He seemed good-probably quixotic anu
high-minded. AS she reasoned she
convinced herself that if she told him
he would insist on her fulfilling her
marriage bargain.
Then she sat up. stunned by the
shocking thought that came to her
suppose she borrowed the money
from him without his knowledge . . .
just enough with which to escape from
Jim.
Her brain whjrled in an effort to
fight off the thought Jim
the rooming house . his words
with their horrible implication 4.
the look in his eyes . . never . . .