The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1934-10-06

memory Of vanished sweetness,
but there was . hard core Of bit.
terness ct the center Of her pain.
Urgent work was waiting for
Cathleen ct the office and 1t was
not until the lunch hour that
she was able to write Seward the
letter that must explain the re.
turn Of his hateful gift. She still
owed him the $500 with which
he had redeemed the bracelet.
Grimly abe resolved to send him
the money she had already saved
and assure him that he should
receive the balance % soon as
possible.
When Alspaugh again drew
money from 1ngram's private &C.
count for his own use. he felt
none Of the QualmS that had
troubled him before.
There was the ever.preSent
danger that Ingram might inquire
into the state Of this private &c.
count before Homer replaced the
money he had taken. But even
when the stock he had bought de-
clined several points and he had
to draw another check to cover
himself, he did not feel seriously
uneasy.
There was another hasty trip
to Chicago, there were days when
Ingram was in town but did not
come to the office. There was
talk Of recourse to Washington. Of
an application to the r. r. c.
Cathleen was aware Of all this,
though her knowledge Of the rayni-
ficationS Of the business was 50
slight that she felt no anxiety.
Once, In the middle Of an inter.
rupted letter, she heard Ingram
say to Alspaugh, "Of course. this
five million Is only o flea.bite.
That's why it makes me mad as
hell to be delayed like this. Why,
wen need fifty million! Oh. we'u
get it all right" he added, with o
flash Of irritation as he caught
sight Of Homer's tragic face.
Don't worry. Where was I, Miss
Mccarthy"
Homer was not primarily con.
cerned because Of the check to
his chiefs plans. He went home
from the office these days to sit
opposite Marian through o dinner
Of which neither ate much and
which generally passed in almost
unbroken silence.
MAPian'D RUne
Thinking Of her lover, relving
their last meeting or scherning
for the next one. Marian would
utter o spaSmodic remark or two
while the maid was in the room.
Meeting with no response beyond
a grunt, she would relapse into
dreams. At other times Homer
would break out into an a1armist
exposition Of conditions in town,
declaring that no previous depres-
sion had ever been like this one.
II don't know what we're com.
ing to. It's terrible. You can't
get money. When ]. H. can't
raise money, you can see what q
pass we've come to. It's all I'M
der-cover, there's no confidence. I"
Eyes, and Homer. speaking Of
millions" Marian interrupted,
can you let me have some money
tonight I haven't been into town
since before my accident, and
there are dozens Of things ]
need"
She was surprised at the readi.
ness with which he gave her two
$50 bills. It was not worth while,
he thought, to make q fuss about
o hundred dollars, when he was
already 90 deeply involved. BY
now he owed nearly $4,000 to
1ngram's account, and the stocks
he had bought were still going
down. What O fool he had been
to give Marian those pearls! And
she had never shown herself
properly grateful for the gift,
either.
ne ala NOT Know Ck1@C Marian 3
elusiveness was part Of O cold
and deliberately adopted plan.
She intended to starvO Homer
into going outside for what he
could not get OF home. She had
retained Q private detective to
shadow Homer. but the results
90 far had been disappointing.
you've got O model husband,
I'd say" the puzzled sleuth re-
ported to Mrs. Alspaugh after a
week or two Of this.
Your time isn't wasted II you're
being paid for it, I suppose, and
it's my money" she retorted.
you keep right on after him,
and ri NAR wosaR hAaa ~