Evening star., 1934-05-31
CHAPTER v.
WHAT HAS HAPPENED so FAR.

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Rose Allen. American dancer in a
vey fherrOid. the ne'er .do-ysii son of q q
death in the Orient, Rose returns with
her 3-year-old daughter. Kitten. to the
small town OF Catherwood, in America.
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incenSed at the marriage and refuse to
have anything to do. with her. Miss
Abby. spinster aunt of the young Their
rolds is secretly delighted at the family's
Rose penniless and desperate; decides
had sent her money at Haryeys rye S ! death %la
had forged in shinghai.
~ N THE following morning the
4 chapel adjoining Gather
woods most pretentious
~ church held a small group.
come to hold the last rites
for Harvey Therrold.
Shortly before the Therrold family
arrived, a girl walked into the pastors
study.
L" she explained briefly, "am
Harvey Therrold's wife
You could have knocked me over
with feather" the Rev. Mr.. Black
wood later told his wife, with a
feather, Eulalia! OF course, she looks
a trifle different . but perhaps not
entirely what one might have ex-
pected. Quite simply dressed"
Just what the reverend gentleman
might have expected is not known, but
Roses attire was certainly simple
enough. A white crepe dress, a little
Crumpled from packing. White kid
pumps. a trif1e scuffed. Under the
small white felt hat her face was thin;
her eyes seemed enormous, but her
lips were a valiant orange-red. She
had turned back to her mirror before
leaving the hotel to smear the lipstick
on. An angry. defiant gesture. She
was not dressing for the approval of
the Therrold5!
Kitten had been left with the
friendly waitress happily playing on
the shadowy back porch of the hotel.
Rose was sitting alone in front pew,
a rather forlorn figure in the empty
chapel. when the Therrold car drew
up before the church.
Without appearing to do so, Rose
studied the family beneath her lashes,
as they filed in and seated themselves
to the accompaniment of whispers and
rustlings and sharp creaking of the
wooden pews.
The fair-haired woman in black,
crying-Harvey's mother, Of course.
Rose found her heart softening
toward Mrs. Therrold. She would not
have known Harvey for what he really
was To her he would always be
the small boy of her memory.
The younger woman beside her
that would be Ursula. How often she
had heard Harvey describe them, re-
morsefully or bitterly, according to
his mood.
And that pretty dark girl must be
Barbara. Rose knew a pang of
surprise and resentment. Almost her
own age, this girl must be. How
unfair life was! Barbara Therrold,
spoiled and petted, surrounded by
every protection, every luxury that
wealth could buy. Suppose that dis
dainful young heiress across the aisle
should suddenly find herself alone and
penniless. battling the world for a
living for her child -.
Her resentful eyes slipped away
from Barbara's face we're caught and
held by the profile of the man beyond.
Jeffrey.
How Harvey had ranted against
him. How he had hated his elder
brother-or loved him; it was impos-
sble always to say-Harvey's moods
had veered so greatly. In the end,
weakened by illness, he had called for
JEFF. and wept like a child because he
could not see him.
But, watching him like this across
the quiet chapel, seeing that dark,
strongly marked profile against the
amber Gothic window. Rose found
herself hating him with 4 deep. hot
hatred, which shook her body and
clenched the hands folded in her lap.
1t vas Jeffrey Tnerrold who
nodded the family's opinions. A hard,
proud man-her mind showered darts
of anger at him. Snug and secure
what did he know of the fear of pow
erty and disgrace? Those dreadful
nights when she had danced at the
cafe with light feet and heavy heart
g. those more dreadful dawns when
she returned to the shabby rooms they
called home, afraid of what she might
find there She seemed to see it again
the door opening on her own fearful
figure, her eyes leaping instantly to
the crib where the sleeping baby lay
and in the fiat light pouring
through the window Harvey slumped
over the table. Harvey, who had
broken his word again. Hush!
Don't think of that now. not with
the bronze casket up there -.
Like some solemn dream, to be sit
ting here by herself. hearing the pas
tors voice echoing in the vaulted CELL
ing. Long shafts of sunlight, stained
amber and violet. reaching from the
window to the casket, falling softly on
the roses and carnations heaped there.
She had given no f1owe' she, who
had given him four years of her life.
The soft sound of weeping mingled
with the clergyman's prayer. 1t came
from the corner where Mrs. Therrold
sat Rose stole a look across the
aisle. Jeffrey Therrold's head was bent
so that a sun ray touched his dark
hair. His profile was grim. Somehow
she knew that there were tears in his
eyes, and savage exultation was born
In her heart. That's it-cry! Suffer
the way he'd made her suffer! She
was glad glad that he was suf-