Evening star., 1937-07-23
CHAPTER v,
What was she going to do?


She hadn't known when she said
those angry words to Duke; she
didn't know now. All she knew was
that she was going to save Brook
dale before she was married. If she
had been one given to self-analysis.
she might have wondered why she
had been so angry when Duke said
she was going in for larceny. What
was wrong in a woman's asking her
husband to save the home where she
and her father and her grandfather
had been born? Also, she had prom
ised to marry Hartley before she knew
the state Of her fathers affairs. Mar
rying bank roll" was she? It was
ridiculous. Why. Hartley was young
and cultivated and charming. He was
good looking, too, even if he wasn't
as handsome as Bradley. For some
reason, when the comparison came
into her mind, she was angrier than
ever with Duke.
I've changed my plans" was all
she would say to her grandfather
and Rosetto, when they asked her
what happened. Il have few most
important things to do and please,
I don't want to be disturbed"
First, she put in call to Newport.
She assured Hartley that she was not
Ill. It was just that something in
regard to her fathers estate had come
up; it had to be attended to at once
and could not be done by long dis
tance; no, it was nothing serious, just
some stupid routine which took time;
1t was good of him to offer. to come
over, and, of course, his business train
ing would be valuable if it were any,
thing important, but it wasn't really;
no she couldn't say how long it would
take, but she hoped it would be all
cleared up very soon; when it was,
she would join him at his mothers
Well, that was done What next?
How was she to get $4,000 to pay
Duke? She had wandered over to
one of the windows and was looking,
without knowing that she was looking,
down toward the stables. Her grand
father was patting Moon Ray. Sud-
denly everything was clear IN her
mind.
Perhaps she isn't the best year.
ling ever bred at Brookdale or any
other farm" she thought, "but she's
pretty good. She'll do"
The phone rang and she answered
it. A strange voice asked her to de-
liver a message from Mr.. Bradley to
Mr.. Clayton; he was very sorry, but 1t
would be impossible for him to keep
the luncheon appointment.
Its o. K. by me-" said the old
man, when she told him, "as long as
you're here. Anyway, want to take
it easy, so III be in shape for the auc-
tion tonight. Even If don't buy and
haven't anything to sell, I want to
see it."
Carol did not answer. She hated
to hurt her grandfather, to deceive
him. But it had to be done.
The paddock OF the Saratoga track
was brightly lighted that evening and
gay throng had turned out-horse-
owners and dhorse-purchasers, breeders,
bookmakers. bettors, society people,
townspeople Music from big band
rang out as an accompaniment to all
the excitement.
Duke Bradley came along, but be
was not lonely. He was a most pop
ular young man and familiar figure
at every race track. Old acquaintance
asked him for advice about the horses;
new acquaintance were made.
Duke, me lad" it was Fritzie, link
ing her arm through his, ARE you a
sight to see? You always could bring
out the good points In dress clothes
lot of these guys look as If they'd
rented 'em You look as If you'd been
born in them"
"For those kind words" he said,
making courtly bow
Here" said Fritzie. hurrying him
over to man who looked disconso-
late. you must meet Mr.. Kif1meyer.
Mr.. Bradley. But you're Kinde and
Duke from now on"
The men shook hands They had
no chance to speak, because Fritzie
kept right on talking.
Duke, is it my Irish luck that led
me to barge into you the nrst thing,
or is it? You are just the one to give
Kiffe pointers. Now, Kline -doodles,
don't butt in on this talk OF course,