The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1938-03-30
CAST OF CHARACTERS
CONSTANCE MAIDWELL
RY ELlNoRE coWAN SION

I :. HIIDEGARDE THORVALD--
Derek painted her portrait:
DIR. RoGERS-he met his most
difficult case.
Yssterday. Derek begins to
apologize for postPon,ng the "eo-
ding. He uses the Thorvalds Tor
an abb and Connie interrupts
"but in the meantime.
CHAPTER XVIII
well, in the meantime, DereN
fIoundered on, "why cant we
lust slip out sometimes this way
witbout anv one'S-I mean, do
YOU really think, darling. that as
ihipps are now. we ought to make
our own happiness too conSpiGG-
Gus? Damn it all. know TINS
sounds
81 see" Constance said.
She rot up slowly and drew hef
wrap about her, shivering 4 little
although the evening was warm
"I'm tired, Derek." she said gen
tly. DO you mind if I 90 in
now
He sprang up. all charming con-
Germ.
Darling, I'm sorry. What an
inconsiderate brute I've been. Or
course you're tired. Wen talk
this over again. . OF course,
daytimcS-unleSs | can be useful
10 the family, ! really should be
i'm the studio. After alF-he
laughed deprecatingly - that 5
what Pm here for. So. Tomorrow
night, then. here-about the same
time, shall We"
Constance said with Il little
pitrouS smile, 81 think I'm going
to be terribly tired tomorrow eve
ming. too. Derek."
After q taut silence Dcrck said
between his teeth, "l'n not sure
that | understand you this eve
ming. Constance
Then he came and stood over
her. Even by moonlight she saw
how the pupils of his eyes widen
Ell with emotion, very black in
their clear iriSeS.
you are so lovely, Connie" he
said, mis- hands finding her shout
dcrS. "Your face in the moon
light is so soft and young and
shining, like II shall paint you
this way some time--in white,
with"
''Pm terribly sorry, Dcrek,"
Constance went on steadily. "But
] want TO be quite clear about
this. Pm afraid | shall be tir-
ed all the other nights, too. You
reminded me that we are guests
here. That's not entirely true.
This is a job with me. 1t may not
last long, but while it does, my
time is bought and paid for; and
1 feel that the work may be rath-
cr exacting." She smiled little
twisted smile. Perhaps" she
"therc's something 70 be
said for this business of going to
bed early, after all. | shouldn't
be surprised if | tried it."
Derek's hands dropped from
her shoulders; but his voice was
still tender.
"You are devilish tired" he re-
Deated. Eyes, do go TO bed. dar-
ling. You'll feel differently to-
morrow
Oerek, Constance remembered, |
had an uncanny intuition for
knowing when it was wise not to
press a matter-a feminine gift
iOr appearing to accept defeat
gracefully, only to reorganiZe his
,OrccS for ultimate victory. She
had often succumbed to it before,
md had even found it endearing.
Vow she hardened herself.
"Pm going back to the house
low," she said. "And it is rather
ate. Don't you think it would be
| went in alone"
Nonsense. Of course Pm going
with YOU. There won't be any
one" he caught himself up,
glanced at her swiftly, and fin
iShed, there wouldn't be any
danger, of course. This country
is perfectly safe; we never even
lock our doors. But I'd rather
really" '.
: He was going to say, There
won't be any one about" Con-
stance thought drcalily. i
But if he were, he was mis-
taken.
On the rose-hung gallery lust
outside the door of the main sala.
they almost ran into DR.. Rogers. |
Derek said shortly, Evening, !
Doctor. Sweet dreams. Miss |
ell" ana went quickly /
Though the house towards his
own suite.
We'll, sec you took my adj
wee. Mark Rogers said with an
lfonlc lift ot one eyebrow. But 7
IT'S rather fortunate as it turns
Que. Would you mind runninr in
TO Mr.. Th0rvaldS room again for /
!" ~ " IilitluLtS tie not sleeping
well; Has an idea you were lust /
another hallucinatiOn."
lie spoke lightly, hut his eyes
were worried.
Constance tried to say. "OfI
eourSe"--clearcd her throat and !
stood silent, biting her lips and /
trying desperately not To- cry.
he glanced at her; then APP
parently oblivious to he ouiverinm
hpS. and piteous eyes, he leaned |
against pillar of the gallery and
began toying with an overbang- |
ing spray of roses.
DO you know" he said in a |
matter-Of-fact voice, 'T've often
wondered why it is that, of all the |
people in the world. the ones who
pave plenty of time to sleep are
the ones who never want to 90 ~
bed. You'd ba o,S.n,,yl -