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even for a short space, that she
cared or could care for him.
Elinor. at that very moment, stood
on a terrace bathed in moonlight
and thought Of Barrett with a
tightening Of her heart. She knew
that she would love him always. No
matter what he thought Of her,
what she did or how he scorned her.
A line some modern poet had
written sang in her heart. "Life's
a quest and loves a quarrel" II
that we're true Barrett perhaps, in
a tempered way. loved her.
But she would not allow herself
10 dream thus. Again and again she
had had such dreams. only TO bruise
herself against the unyielding. wall
Of his will She turned toward the
house The moonlight had suddenly
become unbearsbly beautiful and a
taunt.
MAYHEM Barrett appeared in
w Aiken late the next day he
found Just what he expected 10 find
Bob Telfare sat On the terrace with
Elinor. waiting for her to pour his
tea Barrett saw them as the rick
ETY. automobile he had hired at the
station chugged and struggled I'D
hill. BentWell Stafford sat near by
in a wheel chair. He made a con-
venient blind. Barrett thought BIT
terly A young man could appear
TO ask about the father and linger
TO make love to the daughter
BeniWell Stafford turned a thin.
pale face toward the rising. winding
drive. There's some one coming" he
announced He had always spoken
slowly and weakness intensified the
old habit
/ wonder who 1t can be?" Elinor
put in. not caring much She was
strangely at peace. A bitter. sleep
less night had been followed by an
unusually pleasant day
Bob had seemed the understand
ing friend instead of looking at her.
as he sometimes did. in a way that
made her more miserable. Above ALI
things Elinor did not want TO hurt
Bob as she herself had been hurt.
knowing how painful heartache can
be She had been happier too be-
cause her father seemed a little
better that day.
Bentwell Stafford looked at the
young man with plying eyes. Bent
well understood. Bob reached
quickly for a cigaret. He was
smoking too much these DAYS. he
realized.
The motor was pulsing before the
house. Soon the maid would step
from one of the French windows
that opened on the terrace, bringing
card on a tray. Then Elinor would
disappear. Bentwell wasn't strong
enough TO see many visitors.
But the maid did not step from
the long window. Instead Barrett
Colvin rounded the corner of the
house and moved swiftly toward the
group. He called out with mock
heartiness. We'll. this is finel"
Elinor rose, flushing. Barrett"
she cried under her breath.
DOB'S heart broke anew as he
ID saw Barrett hold Elinor close
and kiss her. saw her clinging TO
him while tears brimmed in her
eyes. Barrett did not see those
tears. He had turned swiftly, blind
ed by the emotion OF the moment.
TO Bentwell Stafford
IT'S good 10 see you QUIT" Bar
rett murmured, his hand in Bent
wells.
And it's goo to be out"
Bob" Barrett said next. Short
that greeting and short the hand
clasp.
My Lord!" Bob reflected hotly.
Does he think I'm cutting in?
Does he think I could = with
Elinor?'
Any tea for me?" Barrett asked
as he dropped to solid garden
chair near the small table.
Plenty! It's so good TO see you'll"
she answered
She was sitting in wicker chair
with a spreading peacock back. 1t
framed her and made her seem
delicately small. The gold of her
autumn brown hair was accented by
a jaunty sport frock Of gold colored
linen. With her abbreviated skirt
and fiat heeled shoes she looked no
older than 16
ITO BE COntinued.l