New Britain Herald Newspaper, June 1, 1922, Page 5

finda \ 63’ ©XM W Lo ok o (Continued From Our Last Issue) “If you're content,” he mumbled ® * * “daresay there's nothing more to be sald.” Bhe nodded ghily, repeating the word, “Nothing!" in a flute-like note of mirth. Hanging his head, he be- gan wretchedly to stuff the plundey into his pockets, muttering half to himself: “What a pity! If only I could have had a bit of luck! If only we could have hit it off—!" “If you hurry," she reminded him, ‘you can catch the night train for Ban Francisco, you can just about! make it." “Well * * *' He glanced uneasi-| ly at her, and again was consclous of the heat in his cheeks. #So it comes to this at last * * * eh? * * * good- by!" “Goodby," casual. “I daresay He pgave a dublous chuckle, “Daresay it's stupid Eut, well, the usual thing, you know . e “Usual thing?" she parroted, with faintly knitted brows. “To kiss goodby.” “You'll miss your train.” He developed a moment of des- perately sincere emotion: “Fan! you've been a perfect brick to me, a perfect brick. I feel like a dog, leav- ing you like this.” “Oh!" she said, as one indulges a persistent child—*if you really want to kiss me, Harry, go ahead.” Nevertheless she turned her mouth aside, his lips brushed only her pow- dered cheek. Then she stepped back to her mirror and with a puff made good the inpereeptible damage done y the caress. The glass showed Lontaine's shadow slinking out. She heard him blunder through the liv- ing-room, the slam of the screen door. And her hand fumbled, the powder-puff droppéd unheeded, mist drifted across her vision, she gasped & breathless “Damn!” Tears meant & wrecked make-up * * * Though there was need enough for haste if he were to carry out the plan she mage for him, Lontaine dragged slowly down the walk, with o hang-dog air, the hands in his pockets fingering the price of the last sorry shreds of his self-respect In the darkness the flesh of his face still burned with fire of shame * * * Beside the car he halted and rested with a hand on the door for so long a’time that the chauffeur grew in- quisitive. ““Where to Mr. Lontaine?" “No, by God!"” Lontaine blurted into the ‘man’s astonished face, and whirl- ing about, strode hastily back to the bungalow. As he drew near he could hear Fanny’s voice. She was at the tele- phone in*the living-room, calling a number he didn't catch; Su”.merlad’'s no doubt. ¥ 'Hello? It is you, 85 *'First chance elightful us effectiveness. You will et both tn she repeated, amiably PRy dear? Fanny Lveshadie e The Canny Scot Picks a Shoe Dr. 8. D. Fairweather of Aberdeen, Scotland, probably never saw the Can- tilever Shoe, but he described it pret- ty closely in the Lancet (London) when he gave his views on the ideal walking shoe: “The average woman gets no spring from the arch of the foot, being con- tent with a lateral wobble of the an- kle and rotation of the'foot around its long axis instead of the natural springy heel-and-toe action. Any elasticity she gets is from flexion and extension at the knée, her fect being no more springy than blocks of wood."” FLEXIBLE SHANK Dr. Fairweather describes the ideal shoe as a '‘close-fitting, pliable cover- ing of leather, supporting without im- mobilizing or hampering the struc- tures in the arch and ankle, the watst of the boot acting ltke an artificlal annular ligament. The sole should conform to the shape of the foot, the heel being the same thickness as the forepart and the middle part flexible,” We know that many women lLave found comfort in the Cantilever Shoe, with flexible arch giving that spring to the foot which you, too, would find so enjoyable in walking. Cantilever heels are of modish height. Come and see how good looking a shoe combines all these approved features. We are exclusive Cantilever agents for this eity. Cantilever's for Men and Women. SLOAN BROS. 185 MAIN STREET ’ LOUIS JOSEPH VANQ Poor darling! I've been aching to see you all day and tell you how I sympathized * * * Nes: any time you please, as soon as you like * * * No: he won't, mind, he * * * I mean, I'm all alone, Besides, we had a little talk tonight, came to an understand- ing. He won't be in our way after this ever again, Barry dear * * " Bomething amused her, peals of musical laughter haunted Lontaine down the walk, “Union Pacific Sta- tlon!” he cried, throwing himself into the car. “Drive like hell!" XXX That sunset whose reluctant wan- ing Lontaine was presently to watch from the bungalow veranda was still a glory in the sky when Lucinda motored to Beverly Hills, It seemed a churlish chance in- deed that ordained a reception for her exclusively at the hands of a semi-intelligible Jap, who uttered assorted fragments of English to the A SHOW TO EXPLAIN." general sense that Mister was hav- ing his foot treated at the moment but would soon be disengaged. She put off her wrap, made her- self at home, and sought but some- how failed to distill a compensating thrill from th2 reflection that she would erelong be called upon to make hersélf at home here for good and all. “Erelong” meaning, of course, after Reno * * *And why not? The house was excellently planned, amply big for two:; no reason why Lynn need move unless he really wanted to. Curiosity concerning Lynn's tastes, when he did find time to read, moved Lucinda to con the straggling squad of titles. Novels led in number, in general such thrash as furnishes the cinema with most of its plots ma- terial. In addition, a subscription set by De .Maupassant, another of 0. Henry, Wellg' “The Outline of His- tory” (uncut), the Collected Verse of Rudyard Kipling, six copies of the same edition of> Who's Who on the Screen, Laurence Hope's Indian Love Lyrics in an exceptionally beau- tiful binding * * * With a chuckle Lucinda took pos- session of this last: Lynn would have Laurence Hope! * * *. Evidently a gift copy. When she opened the book at its fly-leaf, a slip of printed paper’ fluttered out. Without paus- ing to read the inscription, ILucinda retrieved the clipping: a half-tone from one of the motion-picture monthlies, a view of the bungalow grounds, with the house in the dis- tance, and in the foreground Lynn and a young woman arm-in-arm, laughing at the camera * * * The ‘evening had grown quite dark when a crisp rattle of the telephone startled Lucinda into renewed con- tact with her surroundings. The book was in her hand. Behind her a door opened. Without moving she watched Summerlad, in a dressing- gown hastily thrown on over dress- shirt and trousers, hobble over to the telephone and conduct one end of a short conversation of which her wits made no sense whatever. He hung Pleasant dre the deli up and peered room, “Linda, darling?" “What's the big Idea, sitting all alone in the dark?" At the same time he switched on wall-sconces and, bllnking, saw'her, ‘“Just our luck!" he grumbled, trying to sound dlaconmolate, “What do you think, sweetheart? Fanny says they can't come tonight; Harry's lald up, got a sick headache or something, and she doesn't think n;: ought to leave him, I wonder if you'd mind dining here with me alone, this once, I can't very well go out with this foot. Eh? What do you think? Lucinda made no sound. His eyes narrowed as he perceived the abnor- mal absence of color in her face, the dark dilation of her unwavering eyes. Limping, he approached. “What's the matter, Linda? cross with me, are you?" An entreating hand/ silenced him, All In a breath Lucinda said: “Lynn, why didn’t you ever tell me you were married ?"" Summerlad blindly round the he called Not * sald “Damnation!” half under his breath and moved nearer, till another flutter of her hand stopped him. ‘“That wise hus- band of yours!" he exploded then, vindictively. “I suppose he's been spilling all he knows!" : “Did Bell know? Yes: I presume he must have. But you're mistaken, he didn't tell me. Tt was this * * *" Summerlad frowned, at a loss to identify the volume in her extended hand. “I found it, dent, while I was Indian Love Lyrics. Don't, you re- member? * * * See, it's inscribed: ‘To my Lynn, on the first anniver- sary of our marriage, with ail my heart, Nelly.’ And then this picture of you two, published after you came here to live * * * Oh! Lynn! Why did you lie to me about that poor gir1?"” For a moment Summerlad gnawed his underlip without attempting to reply. Then with a sign of despair he retreated to one end of the club- lounge, against which he rested, to ease his foot. He said something in an angry mumble, as Lucinda fol- lowed into the room. “I théught I could keep it youuntil s stae “Till when? Till what?" He growled, inarticulate with vexation. “To let me go on thinking * * * making such a fool of myself * * ! Since you don't live together, why aren’'t you divorced ?"" “Nelly said if I tried to divorce her she'd fight back, and she knows * *"* He didn't finish, but shut his teeth on a ‘blundering tongue and looked more than ever guilty. But Lucinda was in a pitiless temper. “About you? You you and other women?" “Hang it all! I've never pretended to be a saint, have I, Linda?" “No wonder the poor thing hated the sight of me! * * * Oh, how could you have been so unkind!"” “If you'd only give me a show to explain % ¢ ¢ Her lip curled: “Explain!” “I've been doing my best,” Sum- merlad argued resentfully. “When I saw how it was going to be with you and me, and found out Nelly'd come back to Hollywood, I went to her and had things out—gave her some' money and promised her more, on the strength of her promise to go back home and get a divorce on the dead quiet.” “And did you hope to keep that a secret from me?"” “My name isn't Summerlad, any more than hers is Marquis—or yours Lee. I thought I'd # 4 * I thought everything was going to be all right till she turned up again with your officious husband.” ~ “You'll think Bel hal something to Lynn, quite by accl- waiting. Hope's from mean—about 1o “He wanted Nelly on the spot as a sort of club over my head. He hasn't given you up yet"—Summerlad laughed shortly-—"'not by a long sight.” “A: club over your head? understand.” “Not meaning to use it so long as we behavad ourselves.” “‘Behaved ourselves! Lynn “Oh, forgive me! I didn't mean to say that."” Summerlad’s look mirrored a real and poignant contrition as he saw her coloring with affronted sensi- bility, drawing back from him, mo- ghted I don't comments of your guests “when your coffee is to the last d rop mentarily slipping farther beyond his reach, “Linda!" he implored—"don't look at me that way.” Suddenly, before she gould stir to escape, he caught her to him and held her fast. "Linda, sweetheart! don’t be angry with me, I've tried so hard to be good |- And you—you've loved me, too! Don't let this rotten accident spoil everything for us, If you love me—and you know 1 love you—what does anything matter? What if we are both married? What difference need that make? Love can still be sweet * * *" She made no show of opposition, only drew back her head to' cheat his lips; but when she tried to brave his eyes, thinking to, read therein his heart and mind, she winced from recognition of the hunger that in- formed them, hunger that she wit. tingly had whetted, hunger such as she herself had too often known of late, like warm wine running in one's veing ¢ * * But always ere now she had forti- fled and' shriven her consclence with the belief that they were of one mind, it must and would be,Reno first * ¢ Now Reno no any promise of enough for you. longer held forth salvation, of the law's sanction, the church's counte- mance, Today and henceforward it must be all for love or * * * nothing * ¢ * a break ° final and irrepar- ahblasere And for all the shock she had suf- fered, for all the wréng Lynn had done .and the pain of which his ill- faith had been the cause, the love she had given the man still was dear, dangerously sweet and disarm- ing. Already she was aware of anxiety to grasp at excuses for him, to comfort the ache in her heart with the thought that she was ac- cording charity to a dear transgres- sor, already she felt her strength to resist being sapped, flesh and spirit succumbing anew to the spell he knew too well how to weave. The scales hung long in trembling. They turned only when Summerlad unwisely, losing patience, sought to take by storm the lips she had not yet made up her mind to surrender, and thus aroused resistance tiil then dormant, With an ease that in a queer, * de- tached way she found surprising she managed to break his embrace. Nevertheless the effort left her faint. She faltered to the freplace and rested a hand on the mantel, her forehead upon the hand. Lynn fol- lowed, stood by her side. Over and i i over he murmured gently: ‘“Linda, Linda, Linda * % *” Shaklng from head to foot, she made a feeble sign of appeal. He disregarded this én- tirely, his arms again stole round her and would have drawn her to him but that, of a sudden, her mind caught at a straw of memory, she drew away, with a hand upon his bosom put him firmly from her, eyes that were -melting none the less denying him, lips that were a-quiver with *“Yes" resolutely pronouncing “No!" “You are cruel, * ¢ o “No, Lynn. Wait. Tell me some- thing * * * You say she—your wife agreed to divorce you?” “T made her promise,” asserted grimly. i “When was that? The day she disappeared? The day I found her lying senseless in her room? “I suppose so. Well, then—yes." “Did you have much of a scene?"” “I'll say it was some stormy young session.” “Is that why you found it neces- sary to strike her?” Sumerlad started. ‘“What! her! What do you mean?" But his eyes winced from her importunate regard. “‘She—Nelly had a bruise on her cheek, that afternoon: and it wasn’t an old bruise, Lynn: you struck her!” “Perhaps. Maybe T did forget my- self. T don't remember. What if T did? She asked for it, didn’t she? I'd have half killed her if she'd stuck to her refusal to go back east.” Realizing again running tion, he curbed it sharply. She started back in repulsion, but he overtook her in the middle of the room and again crushed her to him. “Linda, Linda! what do these things matter? 1 love you, dearest, you love me, nothing else matters. For God's sake be kind to me! let's forget-—"" The fury of her antagonism found him unprepared. Once more his arms¢ were empty. And this time when he started in pursuit, some- thing he couldn’t see struck him brutally in the chest and threw him back. In the same instant he heare a heavy, crashing noise he couldn’'t account for. An inhuman sound. It shook the room, beat deafeningly upon one's ears. As if someone had overturned a heavy piece of furni- ture. Only no one had. Certainly he hadn't, certainly Lucinda hadn't. She was flattened against the farther wall, watching him with a face of horror, blanched and gaping. Enraged, he put forth all his strength to recover from that inex- plicable blow. And instantly it was repeated. And again. Each time ac- companied by that savage, crashing noise. Like thunder cut off short. And each time he reeled under the impact, and sickening pains Summerlad Strike that his tongue was away with his discre-|reek of smokeless powder cutting, as shot | RSDAY, JUNE 1, 1922, Lifebuoy babies They have beautiful, healthy skins. They arefree from chafing, roughness, chapping, annoying eruptions. Uncomfortable skins make many babies fret- ful, especially in hot weather—but not Lifebuoy babies. Lifebuoy is the essence of purity and mild- ness. It may be safely used on the tenderest skin. Itis wonderfully cleansing for little hands, faces and bodies. It leaves a delightful softness and freshness. But it does more than this—itlays the founda- tion of lifelong skin beauty and health. Thousands of mothers are proud and happy that they started their children as Lifebuoy babies. You cannot start them too young. HEALTH SOAP through him, like knives white-hot. He felt himself sinking * * * In expiring flashes of conscious- ness he saw Lucinda, still flat against the wall, staring not at him but at a French window nearby. Be- tween its curtains a woman’s agm was thrust, the hand grasping an automatic pistol with muzzle faintly fuming. There wa&s a face of sha- dowed ,pallor dimly visible beyond the curtains, a face with wild, ex- ultant eyes * * * Nelly's * * * | XXXI1 l To the woman pinned to the wall by shock the moments immediately following that murderous fusillade were a raving welter of horrors. Betweeq two heartheats she saw Lynn, with a face as blank as paper, spinning, . toppling, beating the air with aimless arms, pitching to the floor like something blasted, resting there in a sickening, inert crumple; and was keenly aware of the acrid acid cuts oil, the sensuous scent of that dressed the room in ind all the while was con- scious of the pistol nosing in betwen the draperies like an animate thing of infinite malice and the pallid oval of the face behind it, that seemed to float in the dark as might the mask of some mad ghost. As the din of these three shots lost weight and volume, a thin shout- ing became audible from some point outside the house, amd Nelly Mar- quis, with the sweep of a fury, her eyes burning like black opals, broke through the hangings at th& win- dow, and pulled up with pistol leveled poipt-blank at Lucinda's breast. A single thought persisted: An- other instant and I shall be as Lynn v Then abruptly through the win- dow a dark and ‘heavy body hurled and fastened upon the woman's back, swinging her aside, the pistol detonated with a bellow, the bullet plumped into the wall close by Lu- cinda's head. She heard a voice crying out again and again, “Bel! Bel! Bel!" * * * Her own voice * * * and for a logg time hung in dread upon the issue of that swaying combat: while Bel clung to the woman's arms, mut- Its Bvident Pa Hasn’t The Patience of o Bug BAR! HE AWT AO POET, HE'S A ZAT SO? Sou JESS OUGHTTA HEAR HIM READ HIS ODE To A FIREFLY! LiTebuoy’s big soothing, bubbly lather delights little users in futile efforts!spiteful tongue of fire licked out at while | Bel, his right arm flailed back :and Nelly clawed, bit, kicked, pounded|fell useless, agony convulsed his her free fist repeatedly into Bel's|features. 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