Nogales international., 1934-07-14

.nnfront his parents and his sister Nancy
~.tt the fact that he has stolen fifteen thou
:.u. dollars from the bank where be woIxs
I, help ''the loveliest woman in the world
ND viii soon be found out unless he can re-
,4rn it, "But j love her," declares kodsdy s.y
,iie ior her" "a pretty ssoEy!" shouts
:,.a.+ you've disgraced your father and
year s;stsr--your young sister Look az
IL. : girl in the morning OF hIe--~'rn
pas5 for brother
Now 90 on aVlth the story.
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II was still IN the room. The yell
lcgl light hared low in the lamp on
Gac .hle. There lay the newspaper as
h hal cropped the night before, ard
t.ss mothers work-basket was ever
t,.yae;. by the hearth. Roddy had
Knocked It down when he sprang at
his father.
Ruidy vas going to jail!
Nancy gasped On chair were her
;,,rs. her ma: ard her gloves, just as
.he had tossed them. She drew long
breath, averting her eyes from her
fathers gray face and went to the
chair. Swiftly and stealthily she put
on her hat, her furs, and her gloves.
Then she stole Out into the hall, drop
ped the chain-bolt opened the front
door, and slipped silently out OF the
still house.
1t was broad daylight outside now /;
the morning air touched her hot face
gratefully like cold clear water. 1t
was February and the pussy-willows
swung over her head. AT her feet
some yellow crocuses shot up, just
opening little yellow eyes in the grass
like the yellow eyes of Roddy's siren.
Nancy stamped her foot on the
ground, it was that woman who had
done it. She knew it with the un-
erring jealous second sight of a wo-
man. It wasn't Wall Street, it wasn't
urb-brokers, it wasn't gambling, it
was that woman with the fascinating
ewes; she wanted money and she had
made boy steal it for her
Nancy opened the gate and walked
rapidly down the street, never looking
back. Sunrise made the hagstones
white between the new green OF the
grass: keen little blades OF it thrust up
through the new brown earth ant
cleaned in the sun like metal. The
red maple buds were like scarlet
haze. There was Major Lomax':
house, the little one standing back
Nancy walked faster; if she did not
hurry she would never do it. There
was the low, black iron gate--it was
ajar, too, waiting for her She drew
her breath, opened it wider and went
in.
She went up the steps, lifted the
old brass knocker, let il fall with q
clang and started, trembling, to rur
away again. But she was only just
down the steps when the door opened
wide and Richard Morgan stood there
looking at her.
He was not very tall, but so loosely
built and lean that he looked taller
! There was a white band on his fore
head, above the tan OF his lean face
and his eyes held you. Strange eyes
brown with green lights glistening ir
. still brown pools.
Nancy put her hand out and laid il
on the tall stem of one OF his young
trees.
II came to see you, Richard
lie came down the steps, holding
Out his hand.
Won't you come in then, Nancy?
She breathed hard, her knees were
shaking under her. She could neveI
| do it-never
I've got to come in, Richard" she
said weakly.
He had her hand now and he lee
her up the steps. Three times ALREADY
he had asked her to marry him, anc
the last time she had tried to be rndS
to him, tried purposely, to stop him
They both remembered; she saw it II
| his face, but he was nice about 1t; he
dia not look into her eyes just then
He took her into the library. It was
big and square and friendly, and the
books lined it richly. A log had just
been kindled on the brass andirons
in a bowl on the table were some
snowdrops and pussywillows, A tight
pair clutched at Nancy's heart, like
the closing of wise. She saw Page
Roemer's face as plainly as ii he stood
there speaking to her. Then she heard
Richards voice.
Sit down, Nancy. Here's mothers
favoritc chair. I'll let you have IT,
His mother had been one of the rich
Kentucky WeatheFills; she had
brought her fortune to the little Old
town ard made it wonder over her
resources and DIR. Henry Morgan
luck. Her death two years ago had
left all the money to her only son. Dr
Henry hadn't any to leave, but ne
had left practice and a good name
Richard had those, too. It was called
the Morgan luck
Richard pushed his mothers big
winged armchair forward now 1or
Nancy. As he did it, the clock on the
mantle struck six.
Nancy started. What can you think
o. nc? I know you haven't break
lasted-l had to come' She had not
accepted the chair, she stood by the
fyc. pulling at her gloves. She was
shaking from head to foot with an