Nogales international., 1934-08-25
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Then he saw, lying on the table, one
of Nancy's gloves. 1t lay there, hold
ing the perfect form of Nancy's hand
like thing alive. He blushed uC
to his hair, his eyes fixed on it.
"Sit down." he said formally, draw
ing forward chair that was not Nan
cys. "You spoke of Kingdom. What's
wrong with hinn?"
Helena laughed bitterly, refusing
the chair, her green eyes on him
"King's reading Voltaire now-I wish
he had some real work to do beside
sitting in the back room at the bank
on great occasions. It's awful to be
rich and idle and hang around all day
reading French. My father and my
brothers all worked; I'm not used to
idle men. Richard, I'll quarrel with
him dreadfully if he doesn't 60 off for
golf. | want you to send him."
Richard moved over to the mantel
and rested his elbow on it, shading his
face. II can't urge any more :of it,
Helena. Kings not strong enough
this spring. Besides, he's just gone
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hasn't he7 He told me so. You both
ought to go to Europe"
She stared at him, startled, Then
n slow hot blush went up over the
long oval of her face.
II didn't know he was i'll, she said
slowly, watching Richard.
"He's not ill-he's got weak heart,
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Keeping him alive?" she looked
away. This was not what she had
coma 70 say; her heart Was stormy:
row. She put her hand suddenly on
the glove. That's Nancy Gordon's," )"
she said defantly. you're in love
with that girl, Richardl"
He turned toward her, meeting her
glance coldly.
"Do you want me to prescribe for
you or King to-day Helena?" he
asked shortly.
She stood quite still, her eyes fixed
On his. For moment, the very forces
of life seemed suspended, her green
eyes were as glass, she barely breath
ed. He had never seen her like this
beforel Then suddenly she began to
laugh wildly, Historically, choking
back her tears.
"Oh, how funnyl Your blushing,
Richard" she gasped. Il didn't mean
anything. Prescribe for US, both, do |!
I'm an awfully good patient, you know
itW
He smiled grimly. "No, you're not,
but here's a prescription-it's for
nerves, Helena" he added coolly,
holding it out.
She caught her breath, his anger
seemed to burn its way through to
her consciousness, but in moment
she controlled herself.
I'm sorry l offended you, Rich
ard" she said, with amazing gentle
ness.
He nodded. "You haven't"
She gave him an odd look, her hand
on the door. "Oh, yes, / have-but
] didn't think Of you-I was sure that
Nancy Gordon was engaged to Page
Roemer. She is, isn't she?"
Richard held the door open for her
gravely. Il suggest that you ask her" p"
was all he said.
Helena laughed, but she said no
more. She stood a moment, looking
back at him. An unhappy woman,
unhappily in love with him, and he
knew it.
Mrs. Gordon was sitting in the
old wicker rocking chair, by the
library window, her hands lying idle
in her lap. She could not read, she
could not even knit; she had cried
over Roddy until her eyelids were
puffed and her eyes ached. He vas
safe, She knew it, but-now that she
knew he was safe-she began to feel
the disgrace that his mere rescue
from jail could not wipe out. Her
boy had stolen money! The escape
from punishment did not sponge out
the sin.
She had borne him and she had
reared him and he was a thief. His
father called him that and she
cringed from it as if she had been
struck a blow. She wanted to cry,
to throw herself into some ones
arms and cry like girl, but Mr..
Gordon was not receptive. He was
there. He had come in from the
bank and was sitting grimly upright
in his chair, reading the paper.
They had been sitting thus half
an hour when she heard the familiar
sound of the gate and started up.
"Papa, it's Nancy!"
He laid his paper on his knee. The