The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1935-02-09

Her hands swept toward the de-
stroyed canvas on the closet floor.
Forgive me, DEAR" he said.
I've been taking myself too seri.
ously. I thought it was important
that should add to the millions
and millions of bad pictures in
the world. But it isn't at all. The
important thing" he put his
hands on her shoulders-"the i'm
portant thing is to doll up in
those new clothes and go out with
you tonight and be gay! Let's
not be noble, Sharlene. 7 really
don't care! We come this way
but once-let's make the most of
it! I adore being your Prince
Consort!"
It was September before Shar-
lene paused to think things out.
She was cruising about alone in
the air one hazy. warm day, with
the motor throttled down to a
lazy whine-just drifting about
over the golden hills. Since that
day in Stuart's studio, when she
had offered him his freedom and
he had refused to take it, she
had known that there had to be
a reckoning. but she had let the
hectic activity of the summer
seize her and take all her time
and energy. It had lulled the
gnaWing ache of regret in her
heart, but it had also blinded her
as to just what was happening
between her and Stuart.
Good Intention
OF course, he hadn't meant
what he said about not caring any
more to paint. And yet, for three
months now he had not gone near
his studio. She wished to heaven
he did want to work-she'd like
to be proud of him!
Stuart hated the money. He
hated it because he couldn't sup
port her, himself. He hated the
social life that interfered with his
art. "A remembered flash: Il don't
want you'll just want to work"
He had meant that! He hadn't
asked for her love since they came
home. Sharlene's eyes widened
and she gasped painfully as she
faced the ultimate stark fact:
Stuart didn't love her any more.
He didn't even like her.
Well, she had got him into this.
1t lay in her power to set him
free, and give him a chance to go
back to his work, his own life,
happiness-if he could find it. He
would be free of interruptions.
free Of her money, free of her
unwanted presence.
AS for herself, she could weather
the talk. Other people didn't
shrink so from divorce =.
CHAPTER XVI
With a sudden resolution to 90
to Stuart Immediately and cut the
Gordian knot, she turned toward
the airport. AS she Slanted earth.
ward, she saw another ship coming
out of the north. She admired
the pilots graceful handling of the
plane as he circled the field, and
signalled to him that she was 60
ing to land also. He Unanswered
his plane so that it touched earth
after hers and then he taxiied be-
side her toward the hangers.
When she came to a stop. Shar-
lene took off her goggles and
leaned out to thank the pilot of
the other plane for his courtesy.
He had already pushed up his
goggles. It was Kent Damerell!
II knew you" he said, when
you signalled. You always spread
the fingers of this small gloved
hand-so!"
do II" Her voice was husky.
Kent gave some directions about
plane to the attendant and then
ran to join Sharlene. They strobe
together through the dust. neither
speaking. Sharlene finally man
aged to ask:
where did you drop FROM"
Frisco"
IT see. And how have you been
and your wife?"
Hadn't you heard? Cora died
in July, in Honolulu"
SSAHEG l.RIn r HADN'T hAarH