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Next week"
ooh, how nice! But It's a pity
we couldn't have had a chance to
get acquainted before, isn't IT."
Cleo's hard little smile came back.
"Oh we'll, we can have some din
ners and dances and things, in honor
of the bride. Cali on me if | can
help, won't you? l must run along
-. Goodbye"
Mrs. Duane rang for Matthews.
Matthews, Mr.. Barry was mar
ried few days ago and will be
home next Wednesday. Please see
that the west wing is made -eady
for me-" g.
"The-the west wing, Ma'am?"
Certainly, Matthews"
In FIVE minutes the news was
buzzing in the rear of the old house.
y
In the seclusion of her own quite
luxurious suite the sole heir of the
Pendletons was behaving badly
From her pettcd babyhood, Cleo
had her own way. And now-Barry
Duane was married. Barry Duane
was the only man she had ever
really wanted.
Il hate her!" she thought furi-
ously. 'I'll make him ashamed Of
his ranch girl. Sweet simplicity . :.
what'll she look like in Granleigh2
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her. I'll give Barry Duane six
months, or less, to be sick of his
bargain"
Every day of their homeward
journey had been reminding Anne
that instead of struggling young
ranch owner she had married man
of assured social position.
almost home, Nancy"
That was from Barry. Except for
the deep tan he was scarcely recog-
nizable as the same Barry Duane
she had first seen, coatless, dusty
and cheerfully informal.
The train was slowing down.
There's John on the platform.
He doubles as gardener and chauf-
feur, but l do my own driving"
Barry nodded at one man, moved
his hand in careless salute to an
other, raised his hat to woman.
Anne knew that several heads had
turned. Evidently everybody who
counted knew everybody else in
this pleasant old town.
The car swept away from the sta
ton and down a wide, well-kept
road. They were passing high
stone wall, about midway OF which
a wide gateway indicated drive.
AS they came abreast car shot
out of the opened gates, a swift
roadster, and cut in ahead OF them.
There was a girl at the wheel. She
half turned her head as she shot
across their path, with all impudent
little grin and swift wave of one
hand.
Reckless little devil" Barry half
frowned, and then laughed. That's
Cleo Pendleton. She's an mp.
Does pretty much as she pleascs--
her dads the richest man around
here, except one, and she's the only
child. You'll like her"
."She's pretty" Anne reserved
comment about liking Cleo Pendle-
ton. 1t had seemed to Anne that
wide baby eyes had swept her with
a stare as cool and efficient as blue
steel.
The car was turning into shaded
drive which curved toward a vide,
old house. 1t was not as preten--
tious as most but it was older ana
mellower.
A tall, spare woman with beau-
tiful hands and an emotiOnless lace
was waiting to greet them.
Barry said Here we are,
Mother!" with just touch OF ner-
vousness. He bent and kissed her,
and drew Anne forward with one
arm.
81 don't need to tell you who this
is, Mother, except that she IS just
as lovely as she looks, and l am a
proud husband. Nancy darling, this
is my mother, and yours"
Whatever surprise Mrs. Duane
may have felt as she looked at the
ranch girp she was far too well
trained to show it. What had such
a girl been doing in desolate place
like this Marston-unleSs perhaps
she had deliberately followed Barry
there?
She had not intended to kiss her
daughter-in-law, but she did. 1t
was chill salute, but it answered.
"My sons wife of course is well
come. Barry, my dear, how brown
you are" -,
Anne held the beautiful old hand
a moment longer. Il hope we shall
be friends" she said impulsively l
do want Barry's mother to like me-"
Mrs. Schuyler Duane smiled re-
motely and chilled again.
"We will take that for granted. l
suppose you would like to rest after
your journey? Matthews will show
you to your rooms"
Matthews showed them to
pleasant suite.
Like it, Nance2"
"Who could help liking it? It's
a beautiful old house"