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PIPTH EPISODE THE GATHERING STORM Chewrreta, 1914. ty Adal W Nghend UGUTERAS are dangerous charges, Perpont,” eald Judes Free man, The tWo eideriy men stood watonin in full owing at the coming out party of Gloria Miafford, T the dance which wag then were related to each other by marriage, the marriage of Ptaford’s eon Dovid and Freeman's daughter Lola, whatever relations that made Wem, Pierpont Stafford nodded « worried assent to the Judge's mtatement and, Qarning bis eyes reiuctantiy from the Wee dencing With an ain Richard Freneau, Perv: t looked for race and charm of bis own girl, who oat lyric poetry of motion enfolded In the arme of Judge Freeman's gin, 1a to find a @peeifis cause tor the Judae'e doleful remark. What he saw puaziod him @onsideraviy, lie enw Lo’ There wos a look of unnv not dancing, but watehing Gloria and Freneau, akable Jealousy and helpless rage on her face, He eaw his gon David speak to ber and put hie hand on her arm, only to have hor shake him off and move awny Into the crowd, Pierpont folt denly terribly afraid for his son's honor and @ gnawing che at his heart for Loin's father, whe stood beside him, But it was far too Galicate « situation for the two men to Olscuna—yot. * Children are hostages to fortune, as Racon, the playwright, nalA,” Pierpont murmured, putting his hand on the other man's arm, “Aftor all, how iittle it Is we can really save them from.” Gloria was boing watched jealously by yot another. Dr. Royce, who, with the mixed feolings of a lover and an older guardian, felt cut to the aulck #4 Bho passed directly in front of him fn Freneau’s embrace, Ho could 9¢o the look of perfect Joy in hor glorious eyen, and there was rapture in the whole happy swing of her youthful body. Anger at Freneau's unworthl- ness of this pure being almost choked him. When another man took Gloria ‘way from Freneau for the last half of the dance and Freneau reluctantly walked wway Koyce asked for a word with bim, moving towam the library, where they could be alone, Freneau followed with uncasy bravado. Once Rafe from observation, Dr. Royce let hie rage break forth, “You contomptible fortune hunter! Five, years ago 1 warned you to keep way from Gloria. You led to her then and your life js etill one long Mer Freneau’s face blanched with fury, and he raisod bis arm to strike Royce, but before the calm contempt in his eyes he changed his mind. He decided to forego the blow for the present, and laughed as bravely as he could. Royce pursued him with an alarming threat. What tf I tell her of your affair ‘with a certain marricd woman?” Freneau gave a surprised start, at- tempted to speak, changed his mind again. He was guilty of too much to stoke challenge. Bhrugging his shoul. Bers, he moved sullenty off and out of fe room. Royce smiled to himself, Bt was a bluff, but it worked.” He bad caught @ glimpee of Lots‘s jeal- pusy end @ faint suspicion had risen bm his midd. Now be wondered tr it ‘were confirmed. Royce walked after Freneay and had (Be aatisfaction of eecing him depart Pithout bidding goodby to Gloria. Royce thought he had won a signal Wotory, He would have taken little Pleasure in tt had he known that Breneau left eo obediently because Gloria had already granted him a@ whole afternoon to be spent in her @ompany alone on the following day. Wreneau felt so certain of his ability to win @ promise of marriage from her with this opportunity that he could afford the sceming compliance with the order of Doctor Royce. As he descended the outer steps of the Stafford home a footman signalled bis car to pull into the driveway. A tramp who had been loitering on the street watching the gorgeous crowd of guesis caught sight of Freneau fnd seeined to go mad with rage, He rushed forward, shouting accusations. Freneau struck out viciously with bis Walking stick. The tramp fell to the ground, while Freneau, leaping into his limousine, motioned his chauffeur to make haste, He leaned out of his car as it turned and siniled to ace the tramp pick himself up awkwardly and run after bim, rushing wildly through the traffic of Riverside Drive. As Freneau's car turned into a aide #treet the amp, still in pursuit, caught by an oncoming automobile and knocked sidewise, One of the rear wheels passed over his legs. The car was stopped instantly and the oc. eupants picked him up to hurry him to @ hospital, Freneau sat back in a daze et the quick tragedy, He could not tell how badly the man was hurt nor how mauch be could depend on his own welease from dunger in that quarter, Bt ruffled him considerably to en- @ounter another relic of his adven- was win @ wonderful young wife for him. self; a relic who had a« just grievance and might well ruin him by exposure, To get out of his entanglement with Lola was delicate matter enough for him to handle without this new ghost. Truly, Freneau brooded, a brave, pleasure-loving free lance like himeelf should have a wider feld to move about in. The smallness of this world waa cramping his style, Arriving at his own apartment he threw his overcont at his valct and marched gloomily into the living foom, slamming the door behind him, If only Trask would die! But he could not count on euch luck. Trask would probably escape with a few bruises and an added grudge and be Out again in @ few days to pick up the trail A vision came to Freneau's mind of Nell Trask, as ho had last seen her, when he left her beside a stream near @ mining camp in the South, Poor fool! She had pleaded so un- reasonably that he should marry her and save her, When he refused she had thrown herself down on the bank in wild abandonment to her gricf. As he mounted his horso he saw the girl's father pick her up and hold her in his arms while apparently she sobbed forth her confession. A look of such savage ferocity came over Trask’s face that Freneau dug spurs into his horse, On reaching the town he had boarded a train at once, leav- ing his few belongings behind him. For that look on Trask’s face surely meant death for him if he were over- taken, And now at last he was all but overtaken, Boon, however, Frenead broke from his reverie, dismissed it as an un- Pleasant memory, smiled at himself for giving it any placo in his thoughts and turned his mind to Gloria—the bewitching girl-woman to whom on the morrow he would tender his heart and hand, for all that they might be worth, Meanwhile Gloria herself, tired be- yond words, her pretty right hand stiff from the endless shaking of other hands at her reception, her tiny feet weary of thelr satin alippers and her ears tingling etill with the buas of compliments poured into them, wag ecstatic as a fulfledged birdling after Its first long flight. The last of the guests departing, she throw her arms about her father's neck and gave him @ resounding kiss, Swinging her feet free of the floor, she kicked off her slippers, Then she hugged Aunt Hortensia and thanked her, and, please did sho and father mind if the new social leader left them and betoul herself to bed, where they might send her crackers and milk for her dinner before she top- ed off to sloop? They laughed through thelr own weariness as Gloria, gathering up her castaway footwear proceeded to diag herself up the staircase, bent far over tn {initation of an ancient crip. ple. Reaching her own room, ete sereamed lustily to Burroughs, her Knglisbh maid, to run a hot bath for her, an¥ for goodness sake to get hor out of hor wreck of a dress, As Burroughs fluttered between the two tasks Gloria hummed the “Aloha Oo" that had been played in waits time for her t heavenly dance with reneau, She picked a rove from her dressing table and went through the ritual of “lle loves me, ho loves me not," down almost to the last petal, But finding that it would come out on the tragio “not,” sho gasped, “How eilly!" threw the rose away, casting a shy little simile at herself im the mir ror, Burroughs, having taken the wo- fully wilted and shredded tulle frock from her, wrapped her young mistress in a dressing gown, And Gloria went, still humming, to her bath, Burroughs was atraightening the dressing room, she heard: “O Bur- roughs, do you think my new fur- ined driving coat lovks very good on me?" “Yes, miss. I do indeed,” answered Burroughs, surprised at the apparent irrelevance of the questioa, ‘And, Burroughs! Yes, mise?” “What warm afternoon dress have I that I look awfully nice tn?” “Why, the brown velvet, miss; you do look @ perfect little doll in that, miss.” Another splash in the tub and a ripple of laughter, “Thank you, Burroughs—you ses, I'm driving the pony and sleigh out in the country to-morrow afternoon,” “Yes, mins?” “And I'm not driving out alone, Burrough “No, miss?” After this Gloria was allent. Bhe hopped hurriedly into bed from her bath and ate her crackers and mitk like @ good child, smiling every now and then at her own thoughts, Then she told Burroughs to put out her lights and not allow her to be dis- turbed. “You eee, Burroughs, I'm a society queen now, and I have got to get my beauty sleep. Good night.” BE BVENING WORLD, SATURDAY, JUNE 86 |Narme Produced by George Kieine end |Feeturing Mise Billie Burke DICK PERCEIVED HER SHYNESS AND DETERMINED TO SPEAK. The Sixth Episode in the Serial “GLORIA’S Will Be Published “Quite #0, miss, and good night, qiss,” said Burroughs as she tiptoed toward the door, “Burroughs! Do you ever pray?” “Oh, yes, mise; always, night and morning.” “Well, then, ple: pray for beauti- ful weather to-morrow.” “Certainly, miss. Anything else, miss?” “No, nothing, thank you, Good night.” o e« ee © © e© © @ On the following day, all arrange- ments having been made by telephone to the Stafford country place, Gloria took Burroughs with her and motored out. Thoy were met by a glowing and enthusiastic Frencau at the railroad station. Gloria took him on to ber warm-weather home, which managed to keep a majestic appearance in its mantle of snow. ‘The dogs started @ wild hullabaloo of ferocity from their kennels when the car drove in, They changed their ex- cited yelps of welcome as tbey reo- ognized Gloria. But she left them dis- ROMANCE” SATURDAY, July 1 consolate, for a groom brought up from the stable yard her shaggy ponies harnessed to the little Russian sleigh, As she stopped to pet the noses of the ponies Freneau lost for a moment his confidence in his own power to win this small young beauty enveloped in @ great coat, which made her seem smaller still, her eyes beaming, her cheeks flushed with the cold, her delicate pink blond curis escaping from the little fur-trimmed hat. With this palatial background, among the obsequlous attendants, she stood, more than ever for him, the embodiment of power, youth, beauty, wealth. What had he to offer in ex- change for that worldly trinity? Spoiled by women as he was he felt that however sincerely he wanted this slip of u girl—wanted her more than he had ever wanted any one else in his Ufe—she might clude him. Gloria turned to him with a bright smile, and secing the look of adora- tion in his eyes, blushd an even deeper Tose than she had been wearing. “I think we had better start at once if we are to get our sleigh ride,” she sald. “The d. are so short now; we must make the most of this stingy sunlight.” “Right!” Freneau answored eager- ly, as he helped’ her into the aleigh. The ponies were champing at the bits and jingling the bells and wav- ing the pompons on their heads with ery impatient movement. Gloria stepped into the drivere seat (she was going to drive them her- self, wise girl!) and Freneau enatohed the sable robe from the hands of the groom, saw that her little feot were in place on the foot warmer, and pro- ceeded to wrap her snugly In. (How nicely he did things of that sort, she thought) “We will be back in a couple of hours; probably stop somewhere for tea,” Gloria called to Burroughs as they passed the lodge door. She felt the thrill of being a runaway once more, and she was glad that her father was not present to thrust @ chaperon upon them, Out into the road and off they went, youth, health, and joy of life in thelr veins; love in their hearts, The ponies pranced and cavorted, somewhat too strenuously, Freneau feared, until he realized how skillful Gloria's hands were in handling New York Men Make Their Wives Superwomen, Says M. Bois, Who Will Tell Why in Three Novels By Nixola Greeley-Smith. Jules Bois, French author and dramatist, says the superwoman wil} be found in New York and that she will be moulded by her husband, @ new lygmalion of the super Galatea. Mr. Bots came to this country a few months ago ug the unofficial si envoy of his Government to the American People on a mission of sympathy Which, he told mo yesterday, has Proved a complete success, “"y ye dono something rather un- usual for @ person with a mission, I have really accomplished something, * Mr. Hols MAA ditty Seite rmed me, a twinkle Ughttog his sombre Latin eyes. Mr. Bots referred to arrangements be has made for the visit of the mem. bers of the Comedic Francaise to this country after tho Presidential election, But later ous conversation developed the fact that he has done something even more remarkable on big own ace count, For tn the three months he bas been at the Hotel Biltmore he has planned a trilogy of novels of Aimorican life which will deal in turn with the American society woman, the American husband and the Amer- fean young girl NEW YORKER WILL FIND THE REAL WOMAN, © American man is the most ex- traordinary husband in the world,"* M. Bola told me, “My #econd book will deal with him, Nietasche sald that only the mon who ts truly a man can find the Real Woman within Woman, The American husband ts such @ man, He will find the supers woman, When women aro dolls It ts only because men desire them to be a ‘The American woman has the moat ex- He Finds the American Wife Is an Extraordinary Being With an Extraordinary Mate, Both of to Paris to arrango the details of de- Whom He’ll Describe in Trilogy of Novels. sex. Your society woman has money and leisure and she has made of herself a being of rare strength and energy and culture, Sho thinks alone, acts alone, travels about the world alone, because the American husband trusts his wife. He Js the only husband who is not jealous. In other words, he alone truly loves his wife.” “But, M. Bois," I protested, don’t you know that many women would wive thelr souls to have their husbands Jealous of them—that sometimes the yeuson a man is not jealous ts simply because he's indifferent. In Europe men may not respect women, but they live for their love, Here men live for thelr work, their money, their political advancement. Love strikes @ minor note in their lives. They have thelr romance when thoy can take the time off from business. Then they settle their wives somewher uw checks for them at regular tntervals and say practically, ‘Run away, baby, and play in the sand; play in Nowp play in Egypt; play anywhere you like—only don't bother me--don't interfere with the serious busigess of life—my office,” at,” M. Bots admitted, smilingty, “ia precisely the theme of my second novel which will deal with one of your great men of business, The super- woman's only rival is Wall Street. It is a romance-a romance passionate and pure as American romances are. My third novel will be a study of your extraordinary young girl, I sball etudy her at Bryn Mawr or Rosemary per- haps. The first book ‘The Woman Who Kills,” has been completed for some time. But as I shall publish them first Ia English and then in my native language, publication ts delayed Ul the translation ts done, “A part of my mission here has con- known in America all the culture of France—her drama, her literature, her works of science. After the war America will be the middleman for the French author and pubilsher. Hitherto Leipsio acted as our middleman and so, whon an American university wrote to Leipste for works of acienve, it was natural that German works should be sent by the German middle- mag. Hereafter, we shall have a depot in New York and {t will be posstble to obtain our books without writing to Germany for them, THE LITERARY RAPPROCHE- MENT OF THE TWO COUNTRIES, “Our men of letters are In @ very sad plight just now,” M. Bols added, “Many of them are unfit for military service through age or iniirmities, Aud many of tham have been Killed in the war, It is these men who have created the smile of france—the emile which hig won for the love of America, And if the smile of Franve is to be kept for the world, it will be America which must preserve it, Atthe Allied Bazaar, Mrs, Newbold idgar and Mise Jane: Sculptor real- ized, at the booth of the Societe des Gens de Lettres, @ certain sum which they placed ta my hands for the re- lef of the authors, arusts and jour- nalists of vance who are without oc- cupation, But their needs are great. Few books are being printed, and be- cnuse of the prohibitive price of paper our journals consist of one page only, “I have been asked to deliver @ se- ries of wix lectures next October at Columbia Untversity, which will bo a wort of synthesis of French culture,” M, Bois continued, “I shall speak of the social aud political development of my country, of the unity of our po~ litical ideal, and of the contribution renee pers dust 02 bo waa about to 1a the midst of ihe splashing, whila traordinary Uberty ever given to ber corned itaslf with making better which Wxenchwemen have made to the glory and civilization of France, “After these lectures I shall return parture of the Comedie’ Francaise. For I have found the person, & noble, generous American, one of your greatest names, who has undertaken that the visit of our state Theatre, which France of- fered as a mark of her gratitude to this country, shall be made certain. “T had, of course, many offers from theatrical managers when T announced that France would send her state com- pany here. But we did not wish it to be @ commercial enterprix, so I re- fused them, Some of the actors will have to be called from the trenchos, but naturally the Government will ar- range that, and unless something very unforeseen occurg the Comedie Fran- calse will reach New York just after your Presidential election and will stay amonth, Jt will not leave New York, consequently. “In France and America parallel ideals have grown up, You have not taken your Ideals of Mberty from us nor We ours from you, But thoy have como into being simultaneously, We are trying so bard to put the of France at the service of America, and £ want France to be able to study and to proilt by the best that Is in you. That ts why I arranged for your young Frenchmen to study business meth- ods in America at the close of the war, “T have met many of your authors since my arrival in New York and What has impressed me about them ig that they are getting further and further from the slavery of the clas- sic English tradition, American writing should not be like English writing, You are a great pecplo, made up of many nations, I belleve eventually that you will have « language of your own which will be distinct from English, All great peoples have thelr own language, And a new language is being made, I think, by yous books and uews- papers.” ry Scenario and Novelization By Mr. and Mrs. Rapert Haghes “Clorta, dear littie Gloria,” he five yeurs of probation are up. Mayn’'t +, ihave my reward now?" Gloria could not answer. She hung her pretty head. He dropped one knee before her, like the true artist in love that he w He clasped his arms about her and she closed her eyes and gave him her lips. , it I E i] fii if i Hi Ti 5 ag E down dale, Gloria turned ff the main road inte one “T'm taking you to the dearest old- fashioned farm house, where we can have tea and the nummiest apple butter you ever tasted. Shall ik i i thing in thie world, eo long as I have ft with you,” Freneau breathed earnestly. “Then that’s all right,” chirruped Gloria, happily. “You ehall most cer- tainly have thie tea with ma, and I'm famished.” Whon they reached the farm house, which called itself an inn, the plump lnndlady greeted Gloria with pleased recognition and ushered them into the parlor, saying that she would hasten with their tea and bring the table to them there by the fire, Fre- neau helped Gloria out of her great coat—how well he took off a coat, she thought. She emerged lke @ golde brown butterfly in a velvet gown. The blazing loge tn the deep fire- place gilded the beauty of a truly charming old room. Gloria fingered the quaint pewter pieces on the mantel and Freneaw waited restlessly tor Mrs. Balley to hurry in with the tea things and hurry away. Soon they were left alono, seated opposite each other, the little tea table be- tween, Gloria became suddenly timid and embarrassed. It did seem very intimate and daring. It was the first time sho had ever asked a man about hia sugar all alone with bim! Dick perceived her shyness and 4i- vined the cause at once. He must speak now. He would never have a better chance, he thought. Putting down his cup, he reached across the table for her hand. “Gloria, dear little Gloria.” he sighed, “my five yeare of probation are up, I've waited patiently and always hopefully, Mayn't I have my reward now? Plense say that you will marry me quickly and put me out of my misery, will you? Gloria could not answer, She hung her pretty head and wriggled back a Nttle further Into the grandfather's chalr, Perhaps she 414 not want to end the luxury of keeping him anx- fous with a too immediate y He would not dally, He picked up the Uttlev table that stood between them and, putting it aside, dropped on one knee before her, like the true artist in Jove that he was. He clagped bis arms about her and ehe closed her eyes and gave him her lips, They heard the untimely hostess approaching and he sat back in his chair, twirling his mustache, while Gloria tried to look as if nothing had happened. Nothing had happened except a short flight to heaven, On the way home they chattered merrily of the everythings that would make up their new life, The scenery was the same, yet how different! They were betrothed now. For many reasons Freneau was tmpatient to have her father’s sanction to their engaement as soon as possible, Glo- ria decided that she would motor him home with her and beard her parent in his lair without delay, . . . e ° Pierpont Stafford was not unpre- pared for the “Will you let me marry your daughter?” speech that Richard Freneau made him. He had given his own word five years before that if Freneau and Gloria found themeelves in the aame frame of mind at this date he would have no further objec. tions, He gave up the fight now, and took his defeat ke the true sport he was, graciously concealing his own end heart. The radiance of his child and the evident sincerity of Freneau almost repatd him; at least they made him hopeful for her happiness, One stip- ulation only he insisted upon—that the engagement should not be made public at once, He knew that en- gagements were not necegsarily cer- tain to end in marriage, and he want- ed to test Freneau a little further. He inatsted upon guarding his daugh- ter’s nume to that extent. If any- thing went wrong with them they should not have taken the great American public into th ret. Fre- neau agreed to this, the more readily since it would give him the more time to propitiate and get rid of Lola, And old Trask might have to be given his quietus in one way or another, While Freneau and ber father held the council of war Glorla had gone out to the hall to wait its outcome, There Freneau found her huddled up on the lower step, hugging herself as if she were cold, He rushed to take her in bis arms for a kiss, She bat- tled him with mock resistance before ebe can up the etairs to play Juliet to Gbill that ai} the warmth of her Could not eubdue, Burroughs was ta- stantly alarmed. She Gloria's father, who was alarmed. He made her go once, ordered her covered aa” and hed hot water bottles led. The ohill 414 not abate. fe a pants he telephoned from Gloria's own rooms to bis old family physician, Dr. Wale- field, and was fortunate enough to Teach him and be aseured of his im mediate attendance. Dr. Wakefield was a fussy medical man of the very old school. He had taken good care of the Stafford family, but latterly be had let science outrun him. Still he Teoognized pneumonia without difi- culty. He whispered the dreadful word to Stafford and ordered in two trained Durses and no end of medicines, Plerpont Stafford was frantic with anxiety. He telephoned for Gloria's brother and for Aunt Hortensia, Bum roughs told them of the stolen sleigh ride and Freneau became less popular with the Staffords, father and som, than ever before. Days and nights of harrowing fear @ragged over that household. Wealth had not dufed affection, nor could it seem to bribe death. Tho fever line mounted on the nurse's chart like a mountain eide, and Gloria grew weaker and weaker, except in her deliriums, when she seemed to be i habited by demons of ferocious strength. At length David fett that Dr. Wake- field had been given all the time to experiment with Gloria's life that could be afforded. He was for eall- ing tn a young man of tho newest school of medical art. He called for s Dr. Royce, Royce came, with no hesitation over medical ethics or courtesies, Gloria was more than a patient to him, and old Wakefield was less than a doctor In his eyes after he had questioned the Staffords as to the manner of Dr. Wakefield's treatment. Things were as be feared, all wrong. It was life or death. Dr. Wakefield could not copo with the disease, He must be dispossessed ag Politely as possible, Dr. Wakefield, he learned, was in the sick room abov Royoe would hot mince matters or wait on pro- fessional etiquette. He felt the eager- ness of @ lover in coming once more to the rescue of his idolized Gloria, He ran ap the stairs and walked into the room. He hardly knew his Gloria when he saw her, She was tn the throes of @ wild delirium, She imagined herself once more among the Seminoles who had held ber tn bondage when she ran away in Flor ida Ove years before, In her tormenting fancy dhe was |gain dressed es a squaw and set to the task of gathering firewood and subjected to the worse task of endur- ing the old squaw’s hatred an4@ the young chief's love. She begged him to kill her rather than marry her and she fought with all her tury, seising Wakefield's white hair with one hand and the nurse's black looks with the other, There was no quieting her “Take me home! My father is rich! He will make you rich! Oh, sthey don't believe me! They don't believe me! Help! Help!” Then she smiled and cried: “Diok, Dick, it’s you! You'll eave me! Blessed, beloved Dick! Oh, I'm eo glad, so glad you found mei” Then the frensy left her and she wank back exhausted but content. Dr. Royoo rea/ized that he had two antagonists now to fight—Death and Richard Freneau—both of them try- ing to take from him the girl of his heart. Death was the first to fight. Royce ‘was too desperate to treat Dr, Wake- field with much formality. He asked @ few questions which aroused the Ire of the old physician, He examined the pationt, threw off the smothering blankets and exclaimed: “Fresh afr te the best and only treatment for pneu- monia!” Hoe Sung up the window, shoved Gloria's bed against it and let the cold air from the river eweep into the room and into her tormented lungs. Almost at once her breathing be- came less labored. Dr, Wakefield left in ae dignified a rage as he could manage. Royce threw away all the Waketleld medicines and gave the nurse a new set of instructions, The nurse, at least, whom Dr, Wakefield had prescribed, seemed a capable one, Royce welcomed her as @ valuable ally in the gruesome fight. He are ranged to stay all aight and allayed poor old Stafford’s feare as best he could, But his own heart was near to breaking with torror for the safety of Gloria's sweet life-and for her hap- piness if she lived, $To Be Continued) 734i nate ll, ah