Nogales international., 1935-02-16
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Quite right" He suddenly re-
nlembered something. "Oh, Mat
thews, is my mother out? l
knocked at her door, but there was
no answer"
mo sir. She's changed her
rooms to the west wing. think
she will be in presently, for dinner"
"Oh thank you, Matthews"
His. voice was quite colorless.
Matthews went hastily. Both of
them knew that the west wing had
not been opened for years.
Anne, listening idly, could come
very close to guessing what had
happened. :. And this was only her
first day in Barry's home.
Meantime Cleo Pendleton, who
was not in the least irresponsible,
huddled sulkily back in the limou-
sine.
Hurry, I'm late!" she snapped,
and the car swept out Of the drive
SO fast that a man crossing the
pavement sprang aside hastily. He
scowled and took an envelope from
his pocket and wrote down the
license number.
Friends, and rich ones" he
thought. "I'll try my luck there.
Damn it, I'll get job somewhere.
I'm going to stick here until some
thing breaks"
Cleo had not even seen him. She
was in a whirl of angry thought.
"She's no more ranch girl than
| I am-unless she's one of the
awfuily rich ones. The way she
talks-and the way she wears her
clothes! And l thought I could
make him ashamed of her!"
The soft lips pursed sullenly.
81 picked up a point or two, any
way. Shed rather be called Anne,
and she hadn't told Barry that she'd
lived East. Caught that one from
him! And something bothered her
about the windows but that
sounds crazy. The funniest thing is
that she looks familiar to me. :. .
just 4 little familiar"
In the next few weeks they danced
and dined. lunched and motored,
and dashed from one engagement
to another. The telephone tinkled
incessantly.
It was fun, but sometimes Anne
was achingly homesick for the sun-
washed Junipero. She and Barry
| seemed to have SO little time for
each other here.
Not once in those flying days had
Anne caught glimpse of the man
who had loitered in front of the
house that night. She watched for
him, but he seemed to have dis
appeared. 1t could. she decided,
have been pure coincidence. Jim
had probably gone on before this
to the gayer haunts where he was
more at home.
Cleo Pendleton was in and out
constantly and at all hours. She
amused Barry, and in her kitten
impish way managed to monopolize
him good deal.
Baby vampW Anne thought
scornfully. The more she saw OF
Cleo the less she cared for her, but
intimacy seemed to be thrust upon
her.
Anne wondered if Mrs. Duane
held the check book as we'll as the
household control. That would
be embarrassing for Barry; she
would have to wait until he told
her.
What she needed to do first, she
told herself, was not to make trouble
but to coax Barry's mother to like
her.
What Anne could not know was
how ruinously the secret hope OF
years had crashed when Barry had
sent that sudden word of his mar
riage. Mrs. Duane was a proud and
strong-willed woman, hating pov-
erty and all that it meant. Barry
could have married Cleo Pendleton,
and Cleo would have brought him
wealth and leisure. Mrs Duane
hated the very name of Eagle Lake.
The knowledge of this deep
rooted bitterness came to Anne
sharply. She had tried to bridge
the recurring silences of tete-a-
tete lunch by talking for once of
something less impersonal than
dinners and minor items of Gran
leigh news.
"You have never been tc the
Perch, have your 1t is like beau-
tiful mountain camp. You must
visit US there next summer"
II have never been interested in
the place. hope, now that my son
is married, he will definitely give up
that kind of life"
"Oh, but his heart is in it! I'd
be willing to see him sell everything
else that he owned, and live in
hut with him, if he could raise the
money for the dam that way"
Mrs. Duane's thin cheeks flushed
slightly.
II have no desire to see my son
living in a hut. Barry has practi-
cally nothing to sell, except those
worthless Western lands. If his
mother has any influence with him,
he will never go there again"
Anne sat very straight. II see,"
she said softly. "Yeu have made it
quite clear to me. Thank you"
A declaration of war had been
made and answered.
Anne told Barry some of it late
that evening, anxious to coayey q
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