The Washington times., 1937-03-20

sympathy. His sympathy was en-
tirely for her husband! Whom
he meant to go see, without tell
ing anyone, and to find work for,
too, in the Windon companies.
Eustace Dayne was dull, perhaps,
not sufficiently subtle to interest
his wife; but he was worth 10
of her!
Watchfully, FeliCia's clear hazel
eyes rested upon Gilbert, as if
she guessed his estimate of her
we'll enough. Those eyes were
as beautiful as ever, though her
young face was grown haggard.
They moved sometimes from his
to Denise. Always then, Denise
went toward him, made some
small affeCtionate gesture or ad-
dressed him in warm voice;
but only, he knew. just so that
Felicia should not guess any
thing.
There was a terrace outside the
dining room, overlooking small
very English garden, where they
all sat having coffee after din
ner. On the night before his sail
ing, they were sitting there when
Felicia suggested she 60 up to
London, with him and Denise in
the morning, and go to the boat
later-"so that Denise won't have
to come home alone"
Gilbert noticed that Felicia's
parents looked approving. They
believed she made the suggestion
so that she could be with her
sister. and comfort her for her
natural loneliness after his boat
sailed. He doubted that loneli-
ness. He thought Denise would
be relieved at his departure, and
he didn't believe Felicia cared
about being comforting, in any
case. He wondered what she was
waiting for!
AS a matter of fact. she was
waiting for his departure with a
dreadful urgency rising in her,
while she kept her speech as
light, her manner as nonchalant,
as ever in her life. The urgency
began the day in the hospital
when they finally unwrapped the
bandages from her face, and gave
her a mirror. That happened also
to be the first day on which her
head injury caused her no pain
at all, so that she could think
without feeling that her thoughts
we're blurred with pain, and
Aysterical.
She had had the attention Of the
best facial surgeon in New York,
called in by the physician who
treated her skull injury. (And paid
for by whom she did not know, ex'
cept that her mother had said,
You mustn't worry. Everything's
taken care off, So she supposed
it was Gilbert. The nurses voices
had been completely reasSuring.
They do such wonderful things
with burns nowadays. There
won't be the slightest scar. You
won't know anything ever hap,
| pened to you"
There was no scar. What hap,
pened to her she did not know
The surgeons had done what might
be- considered a wonderful thing
They had removed three-quarters
of the expression from her face.
"A little temporary stiffness. nat,
urally," everyone told her
The day was two months past
She could not notice the slightest
Improvement.
Her first definite thought, after
some minutes when she was nearer
/ to despair than ever in her life
was, II wonder whether Keith will
want to see me through. But he
must; if not. what else is there
for me?"
She who did not have a manner
of taking things seriously, had
taken her beauty with deadly seri
BUSINESS at least, had considered il
a Woman's principal equipment
for getting her own way; and the
getting of ones own way was all
important.
Ito be cOntinued)
Copyright by Ursula Parrott