The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1934-04-27

swer.
"It seems like taking an unfair adj
vantage"
She swayed towards him. Her hair
brushed his cheek. She felt him trem-
bling. She knew that she had won.
"Yes," he said. 'Tll take you with
me. I'm feeling all Irish tonight"
II
"Janiei"
JAMIE, reused from pleasant dream,
opened her eyes with a start. She
fancied that some one had called her.
Dreaming, of course. She glanced at
the illumined dial Of the clock. Quar-
ter Of three! She turned over, yawned,
burrowed her head in the pillow.
"Janiei"
This time she sat up and listened.
It wasn't dream. Hugh was calling
her. He was rapping at the door.
"Janiel"
"Yes?" she answered.
"Come to the telephone, DEAR"
Hugh was calling her dear" in that
tender intimate way. She forgot to
wonder why some one should be tele-
phoning for her at quarter Of three
In the morning. Hugh was calling her
"dear"l She sat on the edge Of the
bed, drowsy, ecstatic, totally uncon-
scious Of the chill in the air.
"It's long distance. Hurry, dear"
She tucked her toes into tiny Slip
pers, fastened the cord Of her quilted
kimono and opened the door. Hugh
went downstairs with her. She didn't
wonder much about the telephone call.
He loved her. That was the only mat
ter Of any Importance in all the world.
"Hello," she called drowsily into
the transmitter. Celia's voice an
swered from somewhere very far away.
Celia's news, somehow, did not seem
tremendously exciting. jamie talked
for few minutes. She placed the re-
ceiver on the hook. She glanced up
at Hugh.
Cecilia is married." she said.
"Marriedp Hugh echoed the word
and yawned again.
"She and Tom were just married."
JAMIE explained. Somewhere down in
Maryland"
They're leaving tomorrow for Cali
fornia," jamie added. Cecilia said she
left a note for me-"
Cecilia would" Hugh actually smiled.
"Where did she leave it?" he asked.
"Under the bowl Of lilies-of-the-val-
ley on the piano."
Appropriate" Hugh's smile broad
ened into grin. Cecilia would" he
repeated.
The note was short.
"Janie-darling,
"Now that I know how matters are,
there Is nothing left for me to do ex-
cept go away. Your happiness means
more to me than anything else in the
world. Tom seems to need me. shall
60 with him. Don't let any thought Of
me sadden your happy hours.
Cecilia"
1T sounds sad, doesn't it," JAMIE
nestled closer to Hugh and brushed
her cheek against the shoulder of his
dressing gown.
"Artistically sad," Hugh said drily.
There was quiet in the living room.
Jane knew why Celia had done 1t.
She couldn't bear that anyone should
think Hugh had preferred her. She
hoped that Celia would be happy. It
didn't seem fair to Tom. But Tom,
she thought, could take care Of him
self. Celia could never deceive him
with her poses. 1t might, after all,
be very good thing for Celia.
'What are you thinking?" Hugh
asked softly.
Il don't think Tom really needs her."
jamie answered. "But the Irish in
him has always loved her. He must
have been Irish tonight"
"Will your father mind?" Hugh
asked, stroking with a caressing finger
the peak of her brows.
Father likes Tom" JAMIE answered
thoughtfully. Mother will probably
be upset because Of old Thomas and
all" She glanced up at him, an anx-
ious question In her eyes. do you
mind, HughY
"Poor Celia I" he said gently.
The last small lingering doubt van
ished forever. jamie sighed blissfully.
The question was answered. There
was peace In her heart.