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thoughts in a whirl as she tried to ar-
xgue with herself that she must not be
misled by the joy she had felt in see
ing Tony once more. But that did not
■change anything. Sim must go on just
as she had planned. She did wish she
could stop this unreasoning wave of
happiness that made her hands trem
ble so that she had to lock them firm
ly in her lap!
“How - h-how did you come to find
us?"
“I was coming to bring you home,
of course. You see, I thought you
were running away."
“Well, I was!" Oblivious to the
young couple in the back seat, Jan
leaned forward and spoke earnestly.
"“Tony, I couldn’t face Mr. Dever-
est tonight. It would have been bad
enough to see him some other time
and explain this whole foolish busi
ness, .but to tell him about it on the
very night he was announcing his en
gagement to someone else, and with
Paul, watching me, and everyone
laughing — oh, I just couldn’t!”
“So you ran away. Once you told
me I didn’t have the courage to be
practical. That I was always pretend
ing I had everything I wanted. I
thought you were brave enough to
face the music.”
Jan shrank? back miserably into her
corner.
“You think I am a coward?
“You know best what you can do,
I suppose. Still, I don’t think it was
very sporting to run off and leave
Dora all alone—”
But she hadn’t been going to leave
Dora for long, Jan explained. She
had been going up to meet Dr. Curtis
and they would probably fly back on
Christmas Day. There would be lots
of time to explain to Mr. Deverest
and Paul before Dora came home.
“But Paul’s bringing Dora home
from the hospital today," Tony said.
“Today?”
It was to be a surprise for Jan, *
Tony >told her. Paul had not wanted
her to know until she was ready to
go to the party that Dora was to be
at the Christmas celebration, too. To
Jan’s quick questions Tony explained
'that it had all been arranged days be
fore and everything, even a wheel
chair, was in readiness for her little
- sister.
“But of course if you aren’t there,"
Tony finished.
There were with'in sight of the
town now and he slowed down as a
big red truck lumbered toward them
across a narrow wooden bridge. All
.at once he stopped and pulled on the
brake. There was a hail from the
truck driver and Tony, lowering the
window on his side, leaned out into
the cold crisp air.
“Are you looking for the bus? . . .
Yes, on this road . . . about fifteen
miles back. I have some of the pass
engers here. They’re all right, but
you’d better get on to the others as
last as possible.”
The truck? drove away and they
sped on in the deep tracks it had left
across the bridge. Jan turned resol
utely to Tony.
“I’m going back. I don’t know how
we can get there now, but I’ve got
to be back if Dora is coming home."
A new sort of gladness came into
Tony’s face as he heard her. He drove
on through the narrow village,streets
with their steep roofed houses, blan
keted in snow. For the first time since
he had heard Paul’s voice that morn
ing he felt some of the joyousness of
the Christmas season. The little hous
es looked as if they had been stamp
ed on Christmas cards, so neatly did
■they stand in their own fenced-in
yards. Lights front their windows
were mellow on the snow drifts be
neath them.
On they drov^, asking directions of
the few who hurried along the streets
and calling “Merry Christmas” as they
continued on their way.
The small boarding house that ser
ved as hotel in the town was, they
discovered, the only place that had a
phone. Here a friendly woman made
them welcome&and as comfortable as
she could, while Jan talked to the
telephone operator and finally manag
ed to get Brad Curtis’s telephone
number. It seemed a long time before
she heard his clear, precise voice, but
when he spoke, the homely room in
which they stood, the ancient instru
ment in her hands, and all the doubts
and fears of the day* seemed to van
ish as she knew somehow they Would.
He agreed at once to help.
“Unfortunately, I haven’t my car
here, Can’t you get someone to drive
you up the Motthtainville Road? It’s
only three miles from where you are.”
“Yes, of course. Tony is here with
the Ws’H be there in fifteen min
utes."
There was silence at the Other end
of the wire for a second or two, and
when Brad Curtis spoke again he
sounded less exuberant.
“Oh, Tony is with you? Well, come
along?’
When they drove up to the long
rambling lodge that fitted into the
■hill as if the trees of which it was
made had shaped it themselves, Brad
was standing in the open doorway and
had by this time regained control of
himself. His greeting to Tony was
cordial. He listened attentively to the
account of the accident and led the
bride into the small room which he
had furnished as an office. When he
came out again he was getting into a
white coat, and to Jan’s query he re
plied that the arm was undoubtedly
broken, but not badly, and that he
could put up the honeymooners for
the next twenty-four hours.
Then Jan, her face flaming, told
him how she had started out the
morning before to visit him. How the
bus had been delayed until Tony fin
ally caught up with it and had driven
•her on. She stumblingly explained
that now instead of being able to help
him celebrate Christmas she would
have to get back to New York as soon
as possible.
“I just found out about Dora, you
see. She wanted to surprise me by
coming home unexpectedly. I didn’t
know you have given her permission
to go home tonight.”
“You can take my plane, of course,"
Dr. Curtis looked inquiringly at Tony,
who nodded in agreement.
“You mean fly?” Jan’s eyes were
shining as she realized that the prob
lem of miles that lay between her and
her dear Dora had been disposed of
by .those few simple words. Dr. Cur
tis smiled at her indulgently. They
could rest as much as possible, he
told them, while he had the runway
cleared of snow and got the plane Otit
of the hangar. They could leave in
about half an hour.
It was wonderful to relax before
the great roaring fire and sip the de
licious hot chocolate Jan made; to
talk gayly to Tony once more; to re-
■ ward Dr. Curtis’ kindness by her ob
vious delight in this lovely shadowed
room where they waited,
Only once before they left did she
have a moment to speak to Brad al
one. Tony had climbed into the plane
and was warming up the motor.
“I had planned such a different ev
ening,” she began.
Dr. Curtis shook his head, smiling.,
“You will be much happier this way.
Tony is a grand chap; One look at
your face as you came in tonight with
him — and I knew.”
He put both hands on her arms and
drew her toward him? For a minute
his lips rested against her forehead,
then: “Merry Christmas, Jan!”
Chapter XXIX
Were all runaways as glad to be
back home as she was? Jan wonder
ed. Even runaways who had accom
plished nothing by their escapades,
who were still faced with all the
problems they had tried to escape?
She decided that it was Dora’s happi
ness which had communicated itself
to her. How could anyone remain
downcast or fearful, seeing a person
so bubbling with happiness as her
once fragile sister? Dora was still
thin almost to transparency, but she
sat up really straight in her wheel
chair and her blue eyes were radiant
when she announced that Paul was
going to take her to the party him
self.
After that, there was nothing for
Jan to do but get ready. Up to that
very moment she had been wavering;
she would go, and when the climax
came she would just smile and show
she had known what was coming.
They Wouldn’t like it very well, find
ing out how she had fooled them all,
but they’d just make the best of it;
they’d have to’, with Mr. Deverest and
his fiancee right there! But each time
that her thoughts had reached this
point Jan’s heart misgave her — she
couldn’t couldn’t go through with it.
She wouldn’t go to the party!
Now that she knew Dora was go
ing, however, there was no help for
it; Jan had to go too. But she ling
ered so over brushing Dora’s curls
and fastening a sprig of holly at one
Side, that Dora protested.
“Please hurry, Jan," she said. “I
can’t wait any longer to see how that
blue dress looks.”
And: “Oh!” she said, when she saw
it. “You look as if yo-u’d stepped opt
of u painting”
“That’s the way the dress is sup
posed to look, silly," said Jan, kissing
her, The dusky red hair had been
caught carelessly on top of her head,
with a mass of little curls jumbled in
to'an old-fashioned topknot. The gol
den eyes were a.little shadowed with
fatigue, making them look1 large and
mysterious. There was a soft knock
on the sitting room door.
“From Mr. Deverest," said the boy
who handed her a square white box.
Jan undid the ribbon after glancing
at the name, “Miss Jan Payson" on
the outside of the box. Inside was a
mass of orchids.
“With that dress! How lovely!”
The ecstatic Dora touchedone of the
deep purple centers with her finger.
Jan looked at the enclosed card.,.
There was a mistake — the box wasV
from Tony. She read:
“Chin up! Christmas is coming.
Tony.”
Jan pinned the magnificent orchids
in place, her eyes filled with sudden
tears, but smiling too, so that she
looked at the flowers through little
scintillating stars. Evidently she
couldn’t do anything with Tony — or
without him. Then Paul was at the
door, ready to propel Dora’s chair to
the roof and Jan had to go along too.
The roof garden had been trans
formed into a regular dream a Christ
mas party; that was her first thought.
Dora reached up and caught her hatld^
as they all stood for a .moment in the41
doorway. “Oh, Jani"
“Oh, Dora!" cried Jan, giving
Dora’s hand a little squeeze.
In the centre of the dance floor
stood a Christmas tree, so tall that
the electric star at the top seemed
very far away. It was decorated as a
Christmas tree should be decorated,
Paul pointed out firmly.
“I-wasn’t gbiiig to havC ond of these
modern, arty trees, ail pale blue or
red lights, with white lacquered
branches. This is a real Christmas
, tree.” ,
It was, too. The great, spreading
boughs were festooned with honest
strings of popcorn and gaudy tinsel;
candy-stuffed transparent stockings
dangled alluringly among the glitter
ing baubles that shone, hundreds of
them, all over the tree; there were
candy canes and gingerbread men and
the only concession which Paul had
made to modernity were the electric
lights that took the place of cahdles.
The room was full of light and'mu-,
sic and the excited happy talk of
many people. Jan’s eyes, travelling
from the orchestra — each man garb
ed as Santa Claus — fell on a famil
iar figure seated at a table near the
edge of the dance floor. Wasn’t that
Mrs. Mallord? And Jack! And all
those boys crowded at nearby tables?
Why, they were the neighborhood
boys — Jack’s club!
“I’ll find our table,” Paul called1 af
ter Jau as she ran over to greet Mrs.
Mallord.
“You’re lookin’ grand, darlin’,” Mrs.
Mallord told her admiringly.
“Hi!"
Jack, behind her, grinned broadly
when his shout made her turn. The
other boys, uncomfortable in their im
pressive surroundings, but happy, re
sponded bashfully to her greeting. A
shriek from. Molly, the telephone op
erator, carried half across the room.
Jan went over to the table where
Molly and Fay Elkins — with their
escorts — were enjoying their posi
tions, as “guests of the house" as M?ol-
ly put it. Paul came over to claim Jan
and led her to the table where Dora
was waiting. There were four places,
Jan noticed in sudden panic.
“Excuse me." Paul did not sit
down as Jan took her place. He left
them and went over to stand beside
the tree, assuming the role of master
of ceremonies. The girls of the en
semble, who had danced so often with
Jan, came prancing in, silver sleigh-
bells jingling from red harnesses
strapped across their shoulders. From
that moment on the whole room be
came one rollicking affair, strangers as. weH as friends shouting and laugh
ing across tables to one another. In
between the planned numbers the
audience danced in the space around
the tree.
“I had no idea Paul could be so
funny!” gasped Jan, choking with lau
ghter after a particularly hilarious in
troduction of a “snowflake dance."
Dora leaned forward, her cheeks sud
denly pink.
“Jan, I want to tell you something." s
“You look as if it is a happy some- ’
thing," said Jan.
“It is. Paul and I — ’ Dora hesi
tated, and began again. “I — Patti —
oh, Jan, he loves me! He wants to
marry me and care of me
ways!"
“Dora, darling," Jan, jumped up and
threw her arms around her sister,
“I’m so glad!"
“But aren’t you surprised, too?"
Dora asked when Jan was back in
her chair.
“Some,” said Jan, “but not so very
much. It’s sooner than I expected,
though.”
“He’s so thoughtful,” Dora said,
“and Jan, don’t you think1 that touch
of white in his hair makes him look
distinguished — like a diplomat,* sort
of?" Dora rattled on and Jan listened,
happy in her sister’s happiness, but
apprehensive of what the night would
bring.
Chapter XXX
Jan jumped when someone behind
her said suddenly, “Here I am!” Be
fore she could turn, Tony had slipped
into the vacant place by her side.
“Oh, Tony," she cried. Then low
ering her voice, “Is Mr. Deverest
here?"
“Yes. But don’t you worry about
him. I fixed that up all right."
Jan stared at him unbelievingly.
Tony, smiling at Dora, ignored
Jan’s concern. “Have I missed much
of the fun?” he asked.
“Some,” said Jan. “But it wasn’t
important. There’ll be lots more, I
guess." . . ,
“Shall I tell him?” Dora broke in,
and without waiting for Jan’s nod she
made the announcement of her en
gagement. Tony expressed a gratify
ing amount of surprise and delight.
“Engagements seem to be in the
air,” Jan added. “I suppdSe Mr, Dev
erest will be, announcing his any min
ute,” she said hetvoUSly.
“Oh, him!” Tony answered lightly.
“Jan will you look itlie other. way
while I speak privately to Dora?”
Laughing, Jan fixed her gaze oil
.Mrs. Mallord’s broad back across the
'room.
“Dora,” Tony began, “I’m in a spot.
I want to propose to a girl and I’ve
never done it before. Now, as an en
gaged girl who has experienced a pro
posal, I want your advice. Maybe
you’ll listen to what I’ve prepared,
and see how it sounds to you. I know
it won’t be so good as Paul’s, but let
me rehearse it anyway."
Jan, turning swiftly, opened her
mouth to speak, but Dora forestalled
her.
“Go ahead, Tony,” she invited. “I’ll
be glad to tell you what I can to im
prove your technique." .
“All right — here goes." Tony
drew a deep breath. “Now we’ll pre
tend I’m talking to the girl. I begin
something like this—
“ ‘Darling, I l-love you . .!"
“Good!” dora interrupted, clapping
her hands.
“You think that’ll do? Then,” Tony
went on, “I thought I might say 'Will
you marry me?”
“Oh, not so quickly!" Dora object
ed. “I think you ought to tell her
about her — her smile, and the way
you feel when she looks at you, and •
how happy you can make her . . you
know, lead up to the final question.”
“Something like this? ‘When I look
at you . . .” he had turned toward Jan
and suddenly .their eyes met. For a
long moment silence hung between
them. Then Tony spoke again, husk
ily: • . ...
“Jan — will you?”
“Yes, Tony,” said Jan.
“Darling!"
Both turned at a delight little
chuckle from Dora.
“Well,” Tony defended himself, “I
told you J didn’t know how to pro
pose."
“Oh, that was all rigiht,” Dora
giggled. “I wasn’t laughing at you. I
was laughing because you thought
your proposal wasn’t aS good as
Paul’s. But all he said was — just
what you said!"
They were interrupted by flying
cotton snowballs and presently the
air was thick with them. The dancing
girls had started throwing them and
Jack’s club, feeling at home 'for the
first time, had entered into the spirit
of the occasion with enthusiasm. Ev
en Mrs. Mallord, Jan saw, was throw
ing snowballs back as fast as they
came her way.
Paul dodged over to their table and.
after a while, when the snowballs had
been reduced to mere fragments of
their original fluffiiiess, he tapped his
fork against a glass to get attention.
“Ladies and gentlemen," he an
nounced, there’s no need to ask if
you’re having a good time, And I’m
Sure you want to thank the man re
sponsible for it. May I present your
hostj Wilhatq Anthony Devcrost!”