Evening Star Newspaper, April 26, 1931, Page 76

THE SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON, P. C, APRIL 26, 1931 He read the message several times through befeore its full import registered upon his brain. IX months and six thousand dollars— then death. ; Philip Harding smiled, a smile of genuine amusement, that a situation s0o beloved of fiction writers should in the simple dresses which she made herself— an@ which looked as though she hadn’t; keep- ing house for her father in the efficient and ef- fortless fashion that proclaimed her an ideal he @id return, in one of the last sent home, it was to discover that a couple of ishingly ecomplete made Barbara—who had been accompanied her father on wealthy cousins—sole heir to Lane fortune and estate. And Up His Self-Respect?—Here’s an Answer in an Intensely Human, First-Run Story. unbearable poignaney, hed, shining and golden, have died within the year. his head once more on his hands, he thanked God inarticulately for the sentenee of death which had rendered Barbara once mowre He bought a car the next day, s low-slung gray roadsber with wire wheels that winked the sunshine, and a velvet-running emgine, whose mere quiver under his hand, after the kind which he had hiterto felt able to afford, made him feel rehabilitated and carefree—and well; gave his order for a comfortably extensive wardrobe. The ring hhe had. He had bought it 10 years before on the eve of his sailing from Barbara was standing on the bread stone ter- race as he drove up the long gravel sweep be- tween the relling lawns, her eyes deep with the warm look of welcome which had been so hard to bear. “Barbara——" he began, a little hoarsely. But as he stood before her there in the windy Spring sunshine, the realization that at last he might meke even a move toward ending years of deprivation caught at his threat. Bar- bara, though, as Barbara would, understood. “Have you grown sensible at last, Phil, dear?” she said softly. “I've wondered Iif you ever would!” They would be mafried quietly and soon, they §a=g§§ il 5525232555 £l Egggsggg -E g’a"'géggg ¢ aggggsé | g"SEEEE i § E. ; Ba 141 ] EEs 2 BEE: e it iy ¢ el g 1 7 /, il Marion Brandon Hiustrated by Paul Kroescn, - P THE LOVE CODE Can a Poor Man Marry a Rich Girl and Keep - ‘- “Did you get bed news in that letter, Phil?” As the anxiety in Barbara’s voice, he collected himself. now? He wondered at the sight of the special- Did yeu get bad news in that letter, Phil?” in Barbara’s voice, coming, it from some immeasurably remote dis- Barbara, what use the life and health that were offered? And the other way? Again there surged up within him that sense of elation in his lack of with his pencil on the glass-covered table top, “but I must say frankly I'm disappointed in you —1I should certainly take a sporting chance if ¥ were in your place.” “I'm quite sure you would mot!” answered BUT\hhwun-et.hlum. variably the sick man who was given evem the faintest thread of hope would cling to % desperately; would look imploringly acress the desk, mutely entreating the specialist to make his tentative promise a little stronger, showing in wide, fear-haunted eyes that terror of deatiy it g2 g %1 363 - i