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Alnbulalnee Sari; T f3E WINGHAM ADVANCE -TIMES. Mani Tln�.la Tali eAtc:as. A CCASIER SESMCZ•fsavveni SYNOPSIS Nancy. Gordon trades herself 1 marriage with Dr, Richard Morga for fifteen thousand dollars—lo say her family the :disgrace of her broth er Roddy's theft of that 'amount fo a ' woman. Nancy loves penniles young Page Roemer, and Richard i loved by Helena Haddon, a sophisti sated young married woman. King don Haddon, Helena's husband, see the elopers, but holds his counsel. Af ter the ceremony, Nancy returns to her parents' home, and continues . to see Page, who urges her to divorce her husband, Mr. Gordon, to release his daughter from what he, considers her shameful marriage, sells his house to his friend Major Lomax, who rents it to the original owner. Helena is Jealous of Richard's interest in Nan- cy, although she knows nothing of the marriage, and tries to make trou- ble. Once Page comes to Nancy's house and makes love to her. Nancy is frantic -she loves Page but refuses to go back on her bargain with Rich- ard by divorcing him. at the inn. It was a ctuarrel that rn her run out—lie's been' niad look n for her:" n Richard stood rigid. Helena's h e tightened an his arm, She dare - all in one toss of thedice! ✓ "Page is a good fellow," she s dreamily, "and -it's a pity—I d s think she's worth it, is she?" He turned and looked straight i her face: "I love her!" he said w s magnificent simplicity. Then he sh - her hand off. "You'd better go ho at once, Helena. You'll getdiplitlre here!" She broke down wildly, clenchi her hands against her breast, her lo eyes blazing the anger at him. "I wish I could," shepanted, wish I cguld;'" But even her fury did not move h now; he sent her home. Helena was late coming home t. day. Haddon had returned from t bank, 'and was sitting in his stu< when he heard ' his wife enter t house. "How's Polestar?" she asked lazi Haddon stopped smoking for' a m ment. "He's" going, to get,over it. sent for Arlou—first rate man, y know. That counfounded boy!" Helena laughed hysterically. wasn't the boy's fault," she said, "I' been out with Page Roemer searsli- ing for that girl—you know she ran out of the inn in the rain? Page is in love with her, and I had to help him find her. Where do you suppose she was?" Haddon shrugged. "How the devil do I know?' With Morgan I suppose. " His wife. started. A new and rend- ing suspicio laid hold of her.' "You look fagged out. Better get Johnson to make you a stiff cup of coffee," he advised coolly. "You look all in." "She was with Morgan, She'd gone into that wretched Kinney woman's shack. The child's down with diph- theria. She and Morgan 'were there all. night, if you please, taking care of that child!" , ade ing and d it said on't nto ith ook. rile ria ng: ng, "I hat he dy be ly., o - I oti It ve NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY "Don't touch me, Helena," Richard said, not unkindly, looking down' at her kindly, "it's diphtheria." "I don't care!" she cried, : "you're worn out—where's the nurse? Who's that? Why -Nancy Gordon!" Nancy, facing thein sullenly, felt that she looked a fright. "I came in because of the storm," she said sharply, "I'm going now!" "My car's up the road: Page, help Nancy over the hill; sheexhausted, too," said Helena sweetly, "been sick nursing all night, I suppose?" "No, she hasn't; she can't stay and you can't either, Helena," said Rich- ard sharply. "Roemer, can you take a message for me? Send my man down here?" "Of course. I'll phone — I reckon some wires are up. Mrs. Haddon, you're coming with Nancy and me?" Nancy at the door, looked back full in their faces. She was outlined against the sunshine, small and. slight and mightily defiant. "I'm not going in the, car, I'm, go- ing on foot," she said flatly. "Rich- ard, I'll send the nurse, if she can leave her ease.°' "I love Tier!" he said with rnagnif-. icent simplicity..: Haddon threw back his head and laughed heartily. "Mighty convenient to have diph theria sometimes, isn't it?" His cool enjoyment of a. thing that was biting into her very soul infuri- ated Helena. "You met Nancy Gordon in Wash ington—I mean, `you saw her ,there once, King," she said slowly, with studied coolness. "I remember your aying something --. what was she do- 15ing there anyway?" He Iaughed shortly, a malicious light showing in the back of his eyes. "She was with Dick 'Morgan, that's all," he answered' her dryly. "They left here together—the day I went to the golf tournament. Afterwards, I went to register at the hotel. I've never said a word about it—and, look here, Helena, you can't either. Mind that, I won't be party to a scandal!" "Why?" she asked in a smothered voice. "They'dregistered as roan and wife that's all!" Helena drew a long breath. Before his eyes she grew as white as a dying woman. He half rose from his chair with an inarticulate exclamation, but she rallied, straightened herself and stood erect. He sank back in his chair ith a foolish laugh, like a man in dden relief from pains His wife was summoning all her rength to walk slowly to the door. ie- must be alone! Something in'the oppressed fury of her look warned,, m; he knew he had been. rash: "Helena!" he said sharply, "What is it?" f. He leaned forward earnestly, catt- ning her with a raised hand of "Mind not a worn of this]" he said arp!y, "no scandal involving me --- en in hearsay," She looked over her shoulder at m with an odd twisted, smile. "7)o you really think I care—one y or the other --about that girl?" e asked scornfully, 'No," he said dryly, "but I'm pret- damned sure now—that you do— the man," She had her hand on, the door and met his eyes with fire in her look, d hatred. But she said nothing: Up' in her own room, Helena was. ing on the edge of her bed, white th set hard. She was going over over those crlazy moment when bad made a fool of herself, arid ly—yet, lately she had been no ter than a Mendicant begging the, s of love! "Nancy--" Richard took a step for- ward, but she never turned her head. They could seeher walking straight and steadily across the wet path to the road. Page uttered an exclamation and ran after her. Nancy was at the top of the hi1,1 when he°oyertook her. UnconsCiously, the other two stood at the door and watched. They saw Page reaeh her and Nancy turned, said something, and walked on. But the young man, nothing daunted,pressed close behind her. Helena, watching and listening keenly, heard the fierce catch in 'Rich- ard's breath, Then she looked, up at him and stood still, her heart beating heavily against her breast. All the life and the light had run out of his look. "A lovers' quarrel," she said lightly, "they were together yesterday DR, J. R. LOCKHART Cortiee "CEN'T'RE stat PAI'RICI Streets. TtIONE rub, st SI s hi do sh ev hi wa sh r ty for she an sitt tee and she late bet ahir And all the while it was Nancy Gordon! He loved that girl! Yet the tide of her hatred' was turning -.--not :on him—but on Nancy. Nancy was a woman, and Helena knew where to strike a woman. Fury rose in her like a title, She was ripe for any madness. Before she knew it, before she had time to think of' the incredible wick- edness of what she did, she, went to the telephone k k ., Old lvlajor Lomax, just recovered from his prolonged : attack of gout, got to his desk and began to figure on William Gordon's indebtedness to him. Not even the house had quite wiped out Gordon's initial plunge: It wasn't like Gordon. Of course' there was a :reason, Lomax had his own suspicions, fed up by letters from his cousin in the trust company; Old roan ,Beaver had conceived a chronic distrust of young. Gordon. "Going on another bat, I think," he wrote Lomax, "something eating the boy --women or wine or something, can't make it out. Don't lend the old man too .much:" Major Lomax rubbed the 'end of r •: rrti�;rt.. Angie sobbed. "I—I'd like to kill Dr. Morgan r his nose with his pen. He was think- ing of Nancy when he heard the front door shut violently and the rush of feet in the hall. Angie cane in, drop- ped into a chairby his desk and be- gan to cry. The major exed herr fo a moment, then laid down liis pen. "What's the matter? Shut off th water -works! What's wrong not.. child? Who's hurt your feelings?" Angie dashed away her tears, chok ing and gasping. "I'm not hurt, I'm mad!" she sai fiercely. "Uncle Robert, they're say ing things --perfectly awful thing about Nancy Virginia." The old man picked up his pen me chanically and added up two sets o figures. His neice strangled anothe sob. "It's about - Richard' Morgan--it's— it's' perfectly awful. "Uncle Robert." One thousand, nine' hundred and ninety-nine plus— The major sus- pended his pen. "Tell' me the whole business, Angie, The girl's eyes fell before his: ° "It's a horrid thing, Uncle,!" "Humph! Where did you get it?" Angie -told l nth. The woman' had a good name, not much of a gossip ei- ther, she' had it on good authority.` "Everybody knows!" Angie sobbed. "I—I'd. like to, kill Dr. Morgan !" "You haven't told me what itr is yet, said her uncle dryly. "I, hate to soil my mouth with such talk!" his niece cried, her face aflame. Little .by little the old man drew the story out of her. It had grown since Helena started it, and it was very reasonable, The major drummed on his' desk: with his fingers, lifs eyes fixed on the distant view from his windows. He had known Richard from boyhood. Not a usual boy, a good deal .of marl always; the major thought, "It's a darned lie, Angie," he said finally. "Of course it is!" she agreed, "and you've got to stop it, 'Uncle Robert." The major patted her hand. "That's right! I like to hear you, but' you can't stop women's tongues, child. You'd better get Nancy to come out with the truth, That's the way to meet it." "As if she had anything to tell --she can't have!" Angie turned indignant eyes upon him, He shook his head. "No! But there's something at the .bottom of it; too `much smoke, Angie," It was ten {lays before Haddon heard the story, a garbled story, but he came home white with rage. "By God, Halm, if I thought your had started this!" he stormed fiercely, finding her alone in her room, Slie' looked him over froth head to foot, beautiful and insolent "Do you imagine you were the only one to read that register?" she asked cuttingly. , lie recoiled in spite of himself. Of course lie had been a fool and flowe. r v, d P4 s t f r off the handle about nothing, "No," 'he answered coldly, "Lord," he said, "women are th devil!" and he heard his wife's laug as he shut the door. At first, Nancy suspected nothin. but she feat a change, subtle, com pletei chilling, The old friendly a nosphere seemed to recede and leav her marooned. She fancied that it ha something to do with Polestar. ,Ila. don had nada a great deal of that in cident, he had discharged Henry an told the whole story, Major Lonna overtook her one day on her wa bonze. "Going down to Warrenton tomor row to spend the day with Angie an her cousin?" he asked pleasantly. Nancy smiled, "Why, yes, . Angi asked me --she says her cousin tol her she might bring a friend: There'' a cross country race, isn't there?" The old pian nodded. "Angie won't ride, I've forbidder} her, She can' keep her seat, on one, of Jack Fuller's horses. I believe you're a reckless young devil, Nancy. I suppose you'll go is strong?'..• The girl's face brightened percep- tibly. "1 love to ride, major, and -I. love horses." "Hum, didn't think about sparing race horses` though?" he observed dryly. Nancy's cheeks blazed red. "Major ,•they've made such' a fuss about that —I can see ii, the very way people stare at me! The old man stopped short, leaning on his cane, and peered at her. "That isn't the reason people stare at you, my child," he said gravely, Nancy lifted ° startled •eyes to his face; what she saw there frightened her. The major drew a pattern on the ground with his cane. (Continued Next Week) g, e d d d x y d e d s t f GEMS FROM LIFE'S SCRAP=BOOK PROGRESS "Human improvement isfrom, with- in outwards."-Frou.de. * * *. "Progress - the .stride of God." Victor Hugo. * * Thursday, May 3rd, 1934: MARY PICKFORD IN A BONNET Mary Pickford dons the bonnet of the Salvation ,Army and carries the. familiar tambourine of that organiza- tion, to aid in the army's 'annual drive for funds. She was photographed at and Mrs. George Lane and Mr. and Mrs. Roy Alton. "We are swinging round the circle." —Andrew Jackson. * * "The. slowest of us cannot but ad- mit that the world moves."—Wendell Phillips. "All growth that is not towards God is growing to decay."—George MacDonald. * * * "Progress is the law of life, -Robert Browning. 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