New Britain Herald Newspaper, July 12, 1929, Page 21

NEW BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, RIVALWVIVES © 1929 & THIS HAS HAPPENED Because of a fine sense of honor, Nan Carroll, private secretary to John Curtis Morgan, lawyer, decides to resign when she discovers she is in love with him. Morgan is deeply in love with his beautiful wife, Iris. Nan postpones her resignation be- cause she thinks Morgan may need her assistance in his defense of a supposed friend. Bert Crawford. whom Nan distrusts. A letter inno- cently placed in Nan's hands by little 6-year-old Curtis Morgan reveals the story of Crawford's and Iris’ love affair. After Morgan wins Crawford’s acquittal, Crawford leaves town and Tris follows almost immediately. She writes Morgan she will never return, but cleverly omits reference to Crawford. Nan rescues Morgan from dspair by diplomatically di- recting him more deeply into his work. She acts as long-distance housekeeper for him and little Cur- tis, who adores Nan. Nan goes to the capital to take bar examinations and upon her return, Morgan tells her he is divorcing Tri posal, telling her of his and the boy's need of her. She accepts. They are quietly married, and Morgan makes her a partner in his law business. They are prevented from leaving town by the arrival of David Black- hull, suspected of the murder of his wealthy father. Morgan goes with the boy, who says he will give him- | self up and Nan waits alone in her new office. Realizing there will be no honeymoon, Nan calls her new home and leaves orders for dinner, in- structing the maid to remove the picture of Iris from above the fire- | place. The secretary brings her the paper with a sensational account of their marriage and a picture of the | beautiful Iris. (NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY) CHAPTER XXXI} Tt was nearly 2 o'clock when the | door of Nan's office opened to admit her husband. This was the first time she had heen alone in private with | John Curtis Morgan since the cere- mony had heen performed that morning. She had dreaded the mo- ment and longed for it with sicken- | ing intensity. Now that it was upon | her she wanted to run away. . . So terribly much depended upon this first moment alone together. Would he put his arms about her, kiss'her. murmur something dear and tender? She loved him so intensely that her love was a knot of almost unbear- able pain in her heart. If he did not love her at all, was only grate- ful 3 “Well, Nan!" How usual and cor- dial and unembarrassed he scemed to he, Nan thought despairingly. Tf he loved her even the tiniest bit, he would feel all choked up now. it It was a mean trick to play on you—furnishing your office without consulting your tastes, but T did want the surprise to he complete—" “I—T love i1!” Nan gasped and rose to turn half from him for a moment so that her eyes should not hetray her love and despair. “Look how the sunshine pours through these gold gauze curtains! And this Persian rug is a sinful gance—"" Morgan laughed, a deep, musical sound that vibrated every nerve in the girl's body. “Whoa! That's m husiness! Remember, young lady the partnership didn’t go into effect until today, and you have no right to challenge any business expense of mine incurred previous to that part- nership! Seriously, Nan dear, 1 couldn’t give you anything hut hest. Yowve carned it all, and much more—" He was coming toward her, hoth hands outstretched, his deep-set black eyes very fender, when again there was a knock on the door. “Lord! Keep me from hating that girl!” Nan prayed to herself fervent- . as she called “Come in!" “Pardon me, Mr. Morgan Kathleen O'Hara dimpled and smil- ed. @ if she knew what those two had been up to!—"but District At- torney Brainerd is on the phone. “Put him on this phone, please. Morgan told her. seating himself at Nan's desk. A minute later the con- nection made and almost at Morgan's first words Nan forgot her own problems and hartaches. She listened avidly until her husband hung up the receiver. s0 was “Brainerd wants to talk over the Nolan Morgan told her. his eves twinkling, his lean, austere face flushed with triumph. “He's going to move to dismiss the “indictment, 'l bet my best hat!" Nan crowed. “Looks like it,” Morgan grinned. “Knows he'll lose the second trial You were right about tipping off the press to some of the new evidence we uncovered. He can brag in his next campaign speech how he saved th state the heavy cost of a second trial by having the indictment dis- missed. T told him 1'd be there in 10 minutes—" “Oh!" Nan could not res Jittle wail of disappointment, but she vecovered quickly. "Good luck John. T dld want to go over the Tlackhull case with you. find out what you'd learned today. and all hut that can wait till this evening. can't it? 1e wanted him to jeor is evening! Rememb lady. this is our wedding d zoing to forget lawyering for one evening. at least!" But he said nothing of the kind. “OhI'll prob- | ably he back in time to go over the Blackhull case with you. What a glutton for work you are, anyway!" “And a glutton for love, even if vou don't suspect it. you darling . oblivious old goose!" Nan answered in her heart. Aloud she said: *I don’t think T'll be here when you get hack—-John.” How hard it was to 1y that name! “I thought 1'd go out to the house and see that—that everything's in order. M—1'd like to sce Curtis, too, hefore—hofore— “A good Morgan agreed heartily, but the flush deepened on his lean face He did not kiss her goodby. But | he was %o used to her in the offices, 50 accustomed to coming and go- | queer to give her his first kiss there, | Nan argued with her despairing | heart. And after all, this was a busi- ness office, no place for lovemaking. ain the fondly: young We're idea!" . He stutters a pro- | extrava- | ;| “Gee, Nan, you're red as a beet!" | the N SERVICE INC But he'd kissed Iris in his office. She'd seen him—a score of times. “Stop it, Nan Carroll!” Nan com- manded herself angrily, forgetting for a moment that she was now Nan Morgan and not Nan Carroll. “You'll drive yourself crazy if you're going to keep torturing yourself with comparisons of his attitude to you and to Iris. He divorced her of his own free will and accord and mar- ried you. You are his wife now, not Iris! Before leaving the office she gathered up the typed sheets of David Blackhull's story, thrust them into the fine, flexible leather brief- case that she had found among her new possessions that morning. Stamped in gold on the front was her new name, “Mrs. J. C. Morgan." | How sure he had been that she would go through with the marriage! And what a lot of planning he had done to prepare these wedding gifts for her. Gratitude and love—un- tainted for the moment by jealousy and foreboding—surged through her heart. As she bade Kathleen O'Hara | goodby for the day, Nan looked the | happy. beloved bride that they all— even Evans and Blake, who had known Iris—believed her to be. P Curtis, playing on the lawn with | | Cop, who had grown into an enor- | mous police dog. and ‘“Little Pat” O'Brien, saw Nan as she turned up | the flagstone path to the house, “Hi, Nan! Your trunk's here Listen, Nan, are vou going to stay all night? Maude and Estelle | wouldn’t tell me. They said to ask you." He flung himself upon her, al- most strangling her with the ve- hemence of his embrace. “Are you, Nan? Are you? Hi! Look at Cop! He | wants to shake hands with you, | Nan!" | Curtis, feeling himself |grown up at 7, almos had long since dis- | carded the humiliating, nursemaid nickname of “Nana" with which Tris had taught him, when he was 3 years old, to address his father's seretary. Nan knelt and held him to her heart, regardless of neigh- bors or servants who might be | watching. Tears welled in her eyes { as she looked him over proudly, with | as much love—she thought—as if he | were her own flesh and blood. He | was a very different child from the | spoiled, anemic little boy that Iris | Morgan had deserted nine months ago. His cheeks had filled out. there | was astonishing strength in the | round arms that clung to her so | tightly. | “Listen, Nan!"” he breathle without answer to his other | question. “You know what? We had | physical ‘zamination today, and you | know what? 1 got A-plus! | Honest! The doctor said my weight | was just right, and my hema—hema glo-bin—I can spell it. too!—was 94. | | Little Pat's hema-glo-bin is 98. but 1 betcha mine'll be about 150 by next | term. You are going to stay all night, {aren’'t you, Nan? Can I sleep with you?" | Little Pat. who had drawn near. | let out a warhoop of delight at that | innocent question of Curtis’. but | | there was no smile on Nan's face. close plunged on waiting for an importunate | Curtis informed her. “I a mgoing to stay all night, and | as many more nights as you want | nie, Curtis,” Nan said in a low voice, | as she gently released the boy's arms | from about her neck. “Hl, Pat! Nan's going to stay all | the time at my house Curtis shricked and tore across the lawn to his chum, followed by a madly ex- | cited police dog. | Nan walked slowly up the path to the front veranda and, without ring- in gthe door bell, stepped through an {open French window into the draw- ing room. Her eyes flew to the fire- place. Estelle had lost no time. Nan | could imagine with what malicious pleasure the maid, who adored h and despised the house’s former mi tress, had yanked down the life-size | portrait of Iris Morgan which had dominated the drawing room, whole house. the life of John Curtis Morgan the even But Nan, at the banishment of her rival's portrait. felt no relief—only dismay. For the picture was more conspicuous by its absence than it could have been by its presence. It had left as ineradicable a mark on | |the wall as it had upon Morgan's heart. Where the picture had hung there was now a great rectangle of | | paper many shades darker than that | of the surrounding space. Nan stood staring helplessly at the spot where the picture had hung. What could she do? If John came home to find that dark, blank space where he had been accustomed to seeing al- | most incredible beauty, would the | | terrible thought occur to him that | Nan. in banishing his former wife's | picture, was trying as crudely to | banish her from his heart? And | would he he forced to face the fact | that his heart was as empty without | Tris as that blank space above the fireplace ? Nan cast desperately about for a solution. No, there was no other pic- ture in house anywhere near large cnough to fit the space. No picce of tapestry large enough or | worthy to fill so conspicuous a ! place. No time to have the room | redecorated or to purchase a picture before John came home. “Oh! Excuse me, Miss—I mean Mrs. Morgan!” It was Estelle en- tering the drawing room with a bas- ket of logs for the fireplace. “I didn't know you were here, ma‘am. May 1 congratulate you. ma'am? But as I said to Maude O'Brien, it's | Mr. Morgan that's to be congratu- lated—" Thank you. Estelle,” Nan forced herself to smile naturally. “That hlank space looks awful. doesn't it? Will you please re-hang Mrs. Mor- | n's picture he maid the looked shocked scandalized, but Nan gave her no time to protest. Stepping to ;the French window, she called to Cur- tis. Five minutes later the little boy was importantly and excitedly help- ing her to unpack her trunk, which had heen placed In the middle of the big guest room. and | of the | hefore | touched {up tr | Under | “Can I play like I'm the husband the man-and- | and sleep in one of wife beds, Nan?” he suggested with eager hopefulness. “You let me sleep with you that other time, because you wern't man-and-wife— an plunged, her cheeks scarlet. —your father and I are man-and- wife now, honey: The boy's face fell, the big. liquid black eyes became so somber that Nan's heart almost stopped beating. Aw!” he wailed disgustedly. Then Father will sleep in here. Some- body's always taking the joy out of lite,” he added. with imitation of little Pat's more ma- ture manner that Nan laughed shakily. ten, Nan! Can 1 bring Father's things in? I won't drop anything, honest!” “Are you glad I'm going to stay? | That your father and l—are man- and-wife?” the heart-hungry girl urged, her voice breaking. wre! 1 always did want you to come here and live,” Curtis assured her offhandedly. “Listen, Nan! Can I bring Father's things in? Can 12" It was then that Nan made the de- cision upon the threshold of which she had been trembling all day. “No.” she said gently. “Let him bring them in himself—if he wants | to."” CHAPTER XXX ‘With the sometimes deadly inno- cence of childhood. it was little Cur- tis Morgan who unwittingly pleted the destruction of whatever hope had been left to Nan that happiness would come to her before the close of her wedding day. The first unfortunate episode oc- curred at the dinner table. Al- though Nan longed 1o be alone with her husband over their first meal together as man and wife, her love for the child had made it impos- sible for her to exclude Curtis from what he evidently regarded as a family celebration. He was almost hectically excited—his liquid black eyes dazzlingly bright, his cheeks scarlet. He had told the splendid news to Little Pat, who had obiig- ingly given the younger child a number of pointers as to just what his father's and Nan's marriage meant. Estelle had outdone herself, so that the table at least was as fes- tive as a bride could have desired. Nan. however, could not but re- member that the exquisite china, crystal, silver and Ttalian linen had been accumulated by her predeces- sor. Iris again! The centerpiece of delicate, lovely little sweetheart buds have been hought and paid for by Estelle. however, as a wedding gift to the girl who had heen long- distance housekeeper for and was now mistress of the Mor- gan house. Maude O'Brien, the cook., had flavored every dish of the wedding | COme upstairs with me feast with and groom. her But Nan table, scarcely tasted the foods that were placed her my Estelle. Opposite her. John Curtis Morgan scemed to have as little appetite, but Cur- tis, seated hetween them, everything with frequent, loud ex- pressions of approval. the father was en- conversation with the boy. Nan stole glances at him, drop- ping her eyes swiftly when he looked her way. How distinguished how handsome he was in dinner clothes! A perfect white gardenia in his buttonhole. She had surprised and deeply when he had come home from the office with a huge flori box under his arm. Atop the mass of long-stemmed yellow roses she had found ‘the lone gardenia, had adjusted it later in the buttonhole of his dinner coat with trembling fingers, while he smiled down upon delicious Whenever grossed in his new heen | her—his eyes almost as shy as her own. Oh, he was ng so hard feel like other brides Well, she was playing up istelle and Mrs. O'Brien nto raptures over dress of ivory taffe riod costume’ with a dep pies. On the left snugly fitting. trying to “play to make her too. had gone her new evening . the long “pe- kirt embroidered horder of golden pop- very-low-in-the-neck little bodice she wore a cluster of three of the golden-yellow roses that her hushand had brought her. the lights, her swirl-waved brown hair gleamed like a burnished, beaten copper. Did Morgan really think she was pretty? He had told her so, as she adjusted his gardenia short cap of But what was Curtis saying? Nan gave the child sudden, startled at- tention. o and my mother now T got a mother. two mothers, Fathe Nan did not dare look at Curtis Morgan's face. She would not iLttle Pat says Nan's Is she, Father? Can a kid have John Curtis.” with no explanation, fustifieation But Just “Yes' no attemnt at what else could I he say? “Gee, that's tonished Nan pily. “The kids at teasing nosw. swell!” Curfis as- exclaiming hap- school will stop T guess! All time saving. ‘Curt Morgan's mother ran off and left him'; ‘Curt ain't got no mother.’ Betcha they'll wisht they was me. when T tell ‘em T got two mothers! Won't thev. Father? Won't they, Nan?" Tortunately, Curtis seldom walted for an answer. He rushed on now: “Won't my other mother be &'prised when she comes home? T fwo mothers at home, and have two wives, won't Father?" During the four known and Ioved John Curtis Mar- gan had when Nan's heart with he me have you'll you, thare haen many times had ached sick- for the hurts Tris Margan had inflicted him. But the pain that stabbed her heart now made every other pain she had ever felt Y trivial. And as always, sh fered because he suffered, hav died to spare him. The door from the butler's pan- try swung open. With a gasp of eninely which upon nity seem suf- would so patent an | com- | months love for the bride | teeny while, wonst you, Nan? Good | at the head | ate of | armchair shoulder of the | have recognized | | the hoarse. strained voice that an- !swered, “Yes, Morgan | years she had | ( relief. Nan realized that the father would be spared the necessity of answering an unanswerable ques- tion. 1 “Gosh! What a cake!” Curtis shouted, beating his hands together in a frenzy of delight. “What kind | | of cake is that, Estelle? 1 never saw such a funny, pretty cake—" ! Estelle laughed, as she set the [tall, white cake, surmounted by a| tiny bride and groom, before her new mistress. “That's a wedding! cake, Curtis. Maude made it her- self, Miss—I mean ma'am.” i | “Oh—that was dear of her.”” Nan | faltered. “You've both been so kind—" “Can I have the man and lady | dolls. Nan? Can 12" Curtis clam- | ored. and her husband, at the foot | of the f{able, seized the excuse to {laugh. The tension was broken. Nan laughed, too, and the mag- | nificent cake was cut. So that | Maude might not have her feelings {hurt, Nan forced herself to eat all | of the thin slice she had taken upon her own plate, but Maude might have flavored it with quinine in- ‘slfli\d of almond; the bride would | not have known the difference. PR | The second incident occurred im- | mediately after dinner. Nan Carroll Morgan was destined that night to be spared nothing, It innocent, blun- dering little Curtis had been a grad- uate of the Inquisition, he could not have devised more exquisite tortures | for the girl who had. in all humility. |agreed to become a mother to him. Quite as a matter of course John Curtis Morgan led the way into the | drawing room. Cwius dragging at | his hand and chattering blithely. | Nan forced her reluctant feet to | follow them into the room domi- | nated by Iris Morgan's beautiful, | almost life-size portrait. She had |not long to wonder what revenge | Tris would exact of the interloper. | Her husband paused at a table to fill his pipe, but Curtis impa- |tiently and autocratically dragged him to the center of the room, so that they faced the fireplace and the portrait. | “Listen, | Tathe Listen!" Cur- tis commanded shrilly, pointing to the portrait of his mother. “Do you think Nan is as pretty as my | other mother?> Do vou, Father? 1 think she almost is, don’t you. Father?" Nan's heart stood still for a sec- ond, then lunged sickeningly. was glad she stood behind them, that she could not see Morgan's face. Glad, too, that he could not see hers. Before her hushand had time to | | answer, Nan's clear, friendly little laugh rang out. “I know what 1 think, young Curtis, my lad!” she cried. her voice convincingly gay | and firm. “I think it's time for | you to go to bed, or you'll geta | black mark on your health chart | tomorrow!” Tt was a potent tHreat. The | | child released his father's hand and | came toward his new mo obe- | diently. it reluctantly. You'll just a She er. for night, Father.” When Nan returned to the draw- ing room 10 minutes later, the feel of Curtis' kisses still upon her lips. she found her husband half-sitting, half-lying in his own particular beside the fircplace, his head thrown back, his narrowed eyes fixed upon the portrait of the wife who had deserted him. Nan was about to turn and fiee, unable to endure more, when her husband caught the faint rustle of her taffeta skirt. He was instantly upon his feet, a smile of welcome routing the hrooding melancholy from his distinguished, austere face. “If he saye scream,” she | “Alone — Nan said to waited for him to reach her. “For we aren't alone! We'll never be alone as long as she sits there, mocking us. smiling. gloating bhe. cause knows he'll always be | hers— | “Well, Nan?" Morgan put an arm about the girl's bare shoulders and pressed her close against his | side. For a breathless moment Nan | thought he was going to kiss her. But he drew her gently along with him to a small Empire sofa, so | placed that Iris' portrait was not | visible from it. Was that why he | chose 12 Nan wondered. hut at last!" 'l herself as she ggerated pains with ranging of her long, poppy-splashed skirt, Morgan again put his right | arm ahoat shoulders and with his left hand gathered up hoth her | cola ittle lifted them, | brushed his lips agzainst the rosy | | finger-tips. | the ar- her hands. “Glad you're —here, | Nan?" | asked at t. huskily | | he She could then, with not manage more her whole just ‘ New! Delicious! body shoulders. | been for a long time, hasn’t ding da fully think. know he adores you,” he blundered on, ment. derstand—can we?” voice sounded cold, | didn’t he kiss her? so long. nothing could hurt very he loved her, to postpone our—trip." band tle Nan! he laid his check against her shin- ing brown hair, her mence. you out, over to suit vourself, d can't bring so drearily. T It's up to him—" “I' want you to kind don’t like this house- her heart pounding instantly to the pain He loved suffer anything rather than him. not pretend that relieved that you like it, band normal. Sweetened with maltsyrup and honey! Just try them! © 1939, P. Co.. Jae. FRIDAY, JULY 12, 1920. trembling to his touch tightened her “I'm—happier than I've | His arm about Nan dear. Tt been a very orthodox wed- has it?" he added regret- 3ut — the worst is over, 1 Curtis. Of course you his voice thick with embarrass- “We can't expect him to un- No,” Nan said simply, but her| odd. Oh, why She had waited would matter. | deeply, if even a little. rotten luck that we her “Poor Nan!" Nothing “I—it's had hus- lit- And went on, haltingly. Precious little his arm crushing shoulders with sudden vehe- Nan waited. holding her breath, her heart beating so loudly that she was afraid he orous, you! 1 me at all?” kiss her. began ing, embarrassed agony would hear its clam- despairing message, “I love ve you! Don't you love Surely now he would But he lifted his head, | to speak again, in that halt- way which ¥ to her! “Of course you're to do whatever like with the house. Throw | anything or everything, do it an—"" means the portrait, but he himself to say so in words,” shan't “He o many take it down. Rut he was going on, doggedly. have exactly the of home you like. If you— be “Oh, but I do!" Nan interrupted which the dragged at his voice house. She would | uproot “I thought perhaps. T'm But 1’11 glad and her hus- his voice almost hesitate to make not confessed, “Don’t any changes, though. I want it to| be your home. . . . You can (orgcl‘ me when you make your 'l like my Nan's I've about plans. About and afraid | the little call share your bath—you guest I'll promise and span for you—" Above the ears Nan if from a gre telephone big name is Mr John Curtis Morgan credulously. *I means side. Will you excuse me (TO B |Coal Company Radio i ashington, dio com in answer to an appeal by Parton diary, |pany, of Cleveland, Ohio, that point {to point radio Iservice. 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