Nogales international., 1932-10-01
NOW co ON WITH THE STORY.

Rantoul, Oh learning of Josphine's
sudden engagement, found urgent
business calling him abroad. He had
vast foreign interests, so she gathered
from his letters, but he bore no ill-will !;
he was still her friend and never failed
to ask after John. Post cards came to
her from distant places, Cairo, Bonn
bay, Singapore, Manila. Apparently he
was going around the world. A pathetic
word or two, mere alluslon, some
times a picture of some lone pilgrim,
gave her the feeling of deeper mes
SAGE. Then, after some months, there
was the long silence that might mean
his return via the Pacific. Josephine
found herself wandering when he
would -et,1r-,. c','. did ro+ show these
cards 10 John. He was blissfuily IN
aware of these romantic memories on
the part of Josephine.
/ Meanwhile Johns ability to earn the
respect of his men by the use Of his
fists had earned him promotion. He had
been placed in charge of Section One.
the toughest job on the aqueduct.
Gerrit Rantoul returned from his
world tour. He arrived at the beginning
of the season; all of fashionable New
York, that is, the New York capable of
paying attention to fashion, was back
in the city. He was finer, more consid-
crate, more quietly correct, more
distingMS than ever. If Josephine had
imagined him the least bit difficult, the
least bit aggrieved, her fears were en-
tireiy removed ON his return. Even
Gilbert Van Horn was glad to see him.
Rantoul was returning at an opportune
time for Josephine.
When John Breen had appeared with
his fist bandaged. Josephine shuddered
bit at the explanation. II lifted bum
under the jaw" Perhaps it was any
thing but accurate, or heroic. Then
too it was that Josephine found It more
difficult to pit her charms against the
insistence9 Of the tunnel. John kept
talking about an impossible Mr.. Wild,
evidently an uncouth and unreasonable
person. Night after night he never
came up, never came near his own
rooms, and when Josephine did see
him his eyes were heavy with weari-
ness, his lids brilliant with the gloss of
tunnel smoke.
For some months past change had
come over Josephine. She resented the
growing place the tunnel was taking in
the mind of her betrothed. Even gentle
Marie Bashkirtseff would not have
tolerated such lapses of devotion, and
Josephine was a sensitive high-strung
girl.
Even with the money she some day
would have, on the death of Van Horn,
life with John Breen might be more
or less of struggle. He would insist
on working. would probably want her
to 20 to dreadful places, the Andes, or
the Sahara Desert; just what to do
there she did not know, but young en-
gineers took their wives to outlandish
countries. Rantoul told her of such
things, quite casually, of course. She
would have to give as well as take.
Josephine found more occasion to
find fault with John after his promo
ton. His heavy responsibilities as sec
ton engineer held him frmer and
firmer in the grip of the tunnel. He
was on the job hour after hour. day
and night, and slept with a telephone
at his bedside. He was compelled, time
and again, to break engagements, to
hurry from her suddenly. He felt rest
less and i'll at ease when away from
| the tunnel.
"FIow long will this tunnel job
keep going?" Van Horn asked one
evening. He and John were in the Ii
brary shocking for all hour that John
forced himself to spare from the work,