Evening Star Newspaper, September 8, 1935, Page 38

D8 LOVELY LITTLE FOOL CHAPTER XXXVI killed, Betsy. Thank God you got off with just a few broken ribs and bruises and being knocked unconscious. I've been scared stiff all | walked out of that room . . | her 1ife. night.” After a long silence during which Betsy strove for energy with which to speak, she began slowly, labo- riously, SHow did you know, John? How did you know I was hurt?” His gray eyes brightened. “I saw you in front of my apartment. Jennie and Terry were there with me. Jennie had come to tell me everything that you should have told me five months ago, you scamp! She said that she knew when she saw you dancing with me last night that she would have to break your confidence and tell me before I went back to Boston. She had just finished explaining when I heard that rattling little Ford on the street, looked out of the window and saw you on the sidewalk. I kissed Jennie for the peach that she i1s and nearly wrung off Terry's hand. I was that happy and grateful . ., . sort of off my nut! Then we ran down the stairs to meet you. When we got to the door we saw Libby with the pistol. Then you drove off. We hurried into Terry’s car . . . mine was in the ga- rage . . . but we couldn’t make much | #peed in it. We almost lost you twice. | We got there 3 few minutes atter the | accident.” Betsy leaned up in bed now, a| pale little person almost lost in the | big hospital gown. The room rocked, her head seemed to fall queerly to one side and faintness swept over her in e hot, damp flush. But she didn’t care. Nothing mattered but that John was sitting on the edge of the bed now. That he had reached out #nd was drawing her to him and she was sinking weakly against him. “You kissed Jennie . . . Jennie?” she asked, incredulously. *“Angelica wasn't there?” “No, dear, Angelica wasn’t there. Why?” — his defenseless humility touched her. “I was coming to you, John. To tell you everything that Jennie told you. I saw you at the window. I !houghz‘ + . .1t was Angelica you were Kiss-| ing ... that I had come too late. I| couldn't see very well. I was fright-| ened and the light in your window was so faint. Then I ... I turned| away.” Tears slipped from beneath her | Jashes as she lay inert in the hollow of his arms and shoulders. “Don’t talk, dear. You've had a bad time of it. You need rest and | quiet.” He brushed her hair genuy | from her temples and threaded s | long fingers through the golden curls in tender paths. For a moment, they were silent.| Then Betsy asked, “What about Libby? Is . . . is she all right?” “Very muchly so. She’s in the next room with nothing worse than a bruise or two. Marshall's with her. He, Jooks like he's been in a wreck him- self. His face is badly scratched and he has a black eye.” “A black eye?” Betsy knew about the scratches. “But how did he get | the black eye. “Did . . . did Libby give it to him, John?” He laughed buoyantly, “I guess she did. If she didn't she should have,” he said evenly. John didn't tell Betsy anything| about that encounter with Marshall in the hospital corridor when Marshall | had come in answer to Libby's plea that the doctors call him. How Mar- shall had stoed there with that arro- gant, sure manner of his, telling things that he hoped would alienate John from Betsy. That Betsy had | been alone with Raoul at his pent house the night he was murdered | (as if John would ever forget tnat | night . . . the night he really fell| in love with Betsy!), that she was going to Reno with him TOmMOITOW | ond that they might get married. He ‘Was COCKINg one dark brow in a sug- gestive way when John struck mm and knocked him sprawling to the floor. “Then Marshall isn’t going to leave Libby? He isn't going to Reno to- morrow?” “No, dear. He seems to have changed his mind about that. They'll rrobably stay married now and fight their way through a thousand mis- erable years. Separating. Making it up. There will always be Libbys and Marshalls cluttering up this world.” Betsy laughed softly. After a mo- ment she said wistfully, “John, isn't this a grand time of year to go to Mount Saint Michel? I mean, I've thought all Winter about those ome- lets.” She pressed close against the delicious presence of him, cm-uuml Solution to Yesterday's Puzzle. [PIAIS ISEAS [P[1 [RIAT] IMAR/AIHINS PEEICIVI IN] MIILIETUIS] '_“EIITIGJE‘IH IBEILIE/AGUERMT] EEEENACLY B 32 oz. Jars 39: Kann’s Pantry Corner Street Floor: " | to the touch of his cheek against her own, to the feel of his arms around OHN'S voice shook when he | spoke, “You might have been | her . . . those strong young arms that she had dreamed of having around her since that morning when he had turned on his heel and had . out of John smiled and tipped her chin upward with his+hand and kissed "Pic-Nit" Gloves An Exclusive Van Raalte Creation THE SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON, her lips softly, gently, almost without passion. He said, with his heart in his voice, “Now, have I told you about Mont St. Michel, Mrs. Storm? What a swell place it is for a honeymoon? | Well, you see, it's an old walled town off the Breton coast, and nights when the tide comes in faster than a horse can gallop, there's always a giant, in- | credible moon . . .” He broke off | abruptly, his arms tightening around her shoulders, his lips trembling on her golden hair—— “Betsy, Betsy, oh, my darling. . . ." ‘The door opened quletly and Terry's blond head appeared around the edge of it. “Do I hear voices?” he asked in a whisper. Then he turned and beckoned to Jennie, and to Betsy's mother and father and old Cabot Storm. They filed into the room and gathered around the high hospital bed, whispering questions, hushing each other, all speaking at once. Betsy said, happiness wreathing her face, “Why all the whispers, folks? Do you think I'm an invalid? Why, I . . . I feel as slick as a plush horse or a peeled egg or something!” Then all began to talk at once again. It was music to Betsy's ears—lovely music., Every one that she loved best in the .world was here with her , . every one but Barbara Stone—Mrs. Anthony Kane now! John close beside her, his arms around her; mother and father, looking tired and spent from a night of anxiety, but happy now with relief; old Cabot Storm, staring down at her tenderly with kind, gray eyes that might have been John's 30 years ago, saying, “I told John that if he left a daughter- in-law like you get away from me I'd disown him!” Terry talking with Jennie, something different about him now, something alive, almost vibrant. She hadn't seen Terry so . . . 80 awake . . . since Sonia’s death. Suddenly Betsy was aware that HNa D. C., there were tears in Jennie's eyes, that the mouth she had once thought as friendly as a wet pup’s, drooped little at the corners. The only bright- ness about her was her flaming hair. 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