Henderson daily dispatch., 1937-05-18

OF course yCuve agreed. You car
take it from me, mother. that il
you hadn't agreed. -"
Really, Millicent, interrupted
Lutman, 81 feel it would be much
easier for me to go. Until Jacque-
line has recovered her composure. u
Mrs. Smith laid a hand on his
arm.
Listen to me, Jacqueline," she
said. I'm not going to allow you
to say another word. Don't think
1 don't understand what you're try
| ing to do. You don't like Colonel
Lutman; you never have liked him.
You don't like the idea of my
marrying him, and you're hoping
that if you're rude enough and say
enough atrocious things he will
take offense and walk out and
never come near us again. But I'm
not going to allow it. After all the
Coloners goodness to me. :"
my dear MiI!icent pleased"
said the Colonel.
I'm not going to allow it," re-
peated Mrs. Smith angrily. I'm
not going to let you spoil my life
again, Jacqueline. You've done it
once-more than once-and I've
never complained. But this time,
now that I really have the chance
of little happiness, you're not 60
ing to rob me Of it, Jacqueline. I
won't let you"
IF you'll just listen to me for a
minute, mother. :"
II won't listen to you," exclaimed
her mother passionately. ~ won't
listen to another word. You're
telling ies-cruel, wicked lies-be-
cause you hate Colonel Lutman,
because you hate me, because you
don't want me to be happy, be-
cause you're ungrateful and selfish
and :"
Mother. for my sake, listen!"
begged Jacqueline. "You see
this?" She held up her bandaged
hand. Colonel Lutman did that
smashed my fingers with his foot
Stamped on them when I was
clinging to his boat, because he
didn't want me to get into it. Don't
you see? He didn't want me alive,
he wanted me dead, he wanted me
to drown. So he stamped on my
fingers and left me to drown, and
came along here and got you to
promise to sign the deed and mar
ry him."
"Jacqueline, you're crazy! You're
mad. You must be mad. I won't
listen to you. 7 won't listen to
another word. Either you apollo
giZe here and now :"
II will not apologize. Every
word is true"
'Then you can go!" interrupted
her mother furiously. She crossed
to the door and flung it open. go
do you hear? You can get out
Of my house and take your wicked,
lying tongue with you, and never
let me see you again."
Jacqueline hesitated.
For heavens sake, mother. 80 :"
"Go! Go! Cop exclaimed Mrs.
Smith, stamping her foot. go
away and stay away"
With a shrug the girl strobe
from the room, down the stairs,
and out into The street.
Outside on The pavement Jacque-
line stood still, undecided what to
do. It was useless to try to make
her mother listen to her, and the
only thing was to leave, as she had
done. Her thoughts turned to
Charles, and a few moments later
she was in a taxi travelling to his
fiat in Crawford street.
But Charles was not at his fiat
Ten precious minutes she wasted
ringing the bell and hammering on
the door without getting reply.
Then she returned to the taxi, di-
rected the driver to Charles Office
in Rotherhithe, and got in. Charles,
perhaps, would be still at his Office,
working late, as she knew he often
did. It was her only chance of
finding him, anyway, and there
was no one else to whom she could
turn. Besides, she reflected, as the
taxi sped along, she didn't want to
turn to anyone else.
But the door of Messrs. Stuckev