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t: rle I realized that I was oi . d did not want to stay In l! ausa l was too tired to I was not jealous. How . d I be when he was out with = Qlmlumt? I was too sure of his 9 F9 ha"? 811V [0011511 111905 b6" she couldn't have any other name. use he had expressed so much mlration for Mrs. Van Brugh. I cried simply because I was rvous and tired. Yet the vision strange, attractive face th tho greenish eyes and the red ir, was always before my eyes. When Ellen came into the room see whether I wanted anything. 11110 the l-lluuwlnnce she had arrived at this famil- d pretended to be asleep so shelm- and caguglly affectionate foot- uId not know l had been crying. -- ere was too much gossip circulat- : among the m the agencies. I was lying there feeling very uch rested when Win came home. e was very enthusiastic. "You should have made an effort d gone with mo," he began. “She most remarkable. lI never me ta oman like her, She asked after u and said she was llrln't come. She said you were one ' the prettiest women she had ever

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“That was charming of her," I llrrnured, not at all interested. but Win did not notice my lack l mthusissm. ‘ You'll have to go soon," he went Ii "She's quite amazing. I never curd a woman talk like her. She ImWS all about everything." "Rather a large statement. 111m."

"Don't be sarcastic. It isn't be- to you," ‘.\ "s. Van Brugh says sarcasm and loudes never go together."

' "Does she?" I "Constance! What's wrong with ion? You ought to like her, ‘lkcs you. Don't be petty. She isn't; t shows her generosity of mind ‘he admired you so. One beau- nul woman rarely compliments an-

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l began to answer, then stopped. ller all, what was the use? Wlll in another enthusiasm. Some ceks ago the enthusiasm was the ty, now it was this woman. ll 'dn't tell him that lt was the ' “on obvious thing in the world for ll l‘ to tell him I was pretty. .. my husband, we were P60611133’ ed. it was simply the thing to and she had said it‘. \\‘u's enthusiasm continued. He

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113,; full Turkish bloomers of vivid reen satin. It was daring, but it vas very lbecoming, and it surfed er eccentric type.

Win, when he greeted her, kissed ler hand. I was surprised and an- noyed at this-surprised because Win had caught and copied that ort of thing so quickly, ecause with him it seemed artific- al, Of course a great many of the en in the crowd I had known iseed my hand in greeting; it was little affection borrowed broad, ibut it had never seemed un- atursl fbefore. In fact, as a. lblt of lid-time gallantry,

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GW EN DOLYN Chapter 32

The only thing l0 11° “'85 m ca" her Gwendolyn, or better‘ yet. by he;- peg, name Gwen. I did not like w either. I'm afraid I never liked her at all.

Yet in justice to her, there were many likeable qualities. Whatever reason I bad Inter for my dislike. 1 had no reason at all that day. or for sometime afterwards.

I sat beside he-r while she poured [ea from a, great brass samovar which stood on a low table by her. and I watched her closely and crit- ically. Perhaps a dozen 119F601“ came and went while we sat there. When we rose to leave she de- tained lus and kept us until all the others had gone. . Meantime the artist she men- tioned bad arrived, a Wcll-RHOW" painter from Paris. who had met mv father over there. He was tall and middle-aged and distinguished. He kissed the hands of bhe Women who were present in a courtly manner that was very becoming to him, and I saw Win's eyes on him. will was taking notes from him too, for will learned fast.

There was a stock broker pres- ent.‘ a physician, a civil gngineer, n boy from college, and some oth- ers. Gwen seemed able to talk to all on his or her special subject. It was baseball with the college

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0y. He “l tried to get up a “ninc" in the little village near Lauricr-my summer home. you know. It's a medieval French village near the Loire, my chateau ie on a wee hill

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strangc fascinating smile of hclrs. "Yes, this is the charming child i spoke of. Don't you think she should be done a bit after the French manner?" Her left hand rested a moment on mine. “Trlose eyes and that rumple of gold hair? Do you remember the group of cberubs at the ‘National Gallery in London’! And the day we were there! Ah, mon ami, that was a perfect day!

"And by the way," she had for- gotten me in another intorcst. "you haven't been in town long en- ough to see the Avenue Gallery Exhibition, have you? Only some pork by a young student, on Am- erican who has been studying in Paris. But such effects! A land- scape Cezanne himself might have done-you must see it."

She took in the whole room now. Win was watching her. fascinated. "Such a manner for n» beginner! Such lines, such bold, sweeping ef- feclsLSometimee he leaves whole patches of canvas bare. Sometimes he pours his pigment on, just squeezing it from the tube. But the effect of depth he achieves! The case and boldness of all-old paint- er, the emotionaiism of maturity- he's barely 21!"

The painter Ieft_ joining another group. Gwendolyn smiled at the stock broker, who came over and sat on a chair near her tea table.

"I have a. hunch about Cardinal Copper," she announced.

"Another hunch! lMy dear Gwen, your hunches are extraordinary." The man had a clean‘, booming voice. The room listened when he talked .

"But lI've been right-how many times?"

"Eight out of ten, I should say," the man answered. "What is it to be, up br down?"

"Down ton points this week. I want to sell 5000 short as soon as it moves. Will you let me llcnow instantly the minute something haDDcno? You remember BI went short on steel a week before the last smash? I said this Canadian strike situation would have an ef- fect—"

She rattled on. She seemed to have the stock market in hand l! lhoffll-lkhly as she had art, ‘base ball. Ilolitics 0l' books,

"Did you ever see such a wq. "m" 7" whllhffil) asked as we drove home.

"Y"'—"Jfll 1!. if you mean wo- men as versatile as she is," f mo. wered.

"Did you ever know one as clev- er? Why. she knows all about ev- erything. Last night she was talk- ing rmusic. There was o chap there

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on the piano to illustrate some- Ullllg She said. She does that won- delrfully_.too."

"Everyone is taught music enough to play a little," I answer- ed, growing cross at this continual praise.

"Bu-t you should have heardber —and the way she talked about it. She composes too. That's something not many people can do."

Again i kept silent. I intended to watch the copper stook she was talking of, and to see the pictures she was enthusing over. At least I could Judge then whether her judg- ment was as good as everyone seemed to believe. Then I did a foolish thing.

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DIVIRGING PATHS Chapter 33

Ll had read some art critic's corm- ments on the paintings Gwen was so enthusiastic about and they were very lukewarm in their praise, The day after the tea, i went to see the pictures myself. They were fairly nice, but I had seen ‘some real Cezannes in Paris that one time my father had ta-ken me ‘over, and I remembered enough of those to see that these pictures were done in imitation of that artist but that somehow they lack- ed the one essential, indeflnable thing that distinguishes a good D10- ture from a poor one. lI was not a critic. and I was a very Young woman, but I had a fair education and a serious mind. I had read a lot and I simply knew that m)‘ judgment here was as good as Mrs. Van B-rugifs.

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told me she salw them having lunch together downtown the oth- er dny, somewhere near Win's of- lice. But I told her to say nothing. I suppose lthe little chstterbox W911i risht over and told you all about lt."

This left me in s ‘olpeless puz- zle. Win had not mentioned having lunch with Gwendolyn. It was noth- ing if he had. only it looked delib- erate that ho hadn't mentioned it to me. I could not say Shirley bad told rne. for she hadn't, and I did not want to lie and say I knew about it.

"Well, you needn't worry about Gwen." my aunt wen-t on. "Every man becomes fascinated by her, but none of them take her serious- ly. And then, she wouldn't look at your little country Winthrop any- way."

slfllngely enough, this mnde rne angrler than her implication that Win might care for Gwendolyn Van Brugh,

"She looks at him quifc a lot," I answered. "Why shouldn't she? He is much nicer that any of the other men one meets at her place." hunt Harriet began to laugh.

‘All right, you silly child have lt your way. You're still iii love lwith him. And you are so naturally stubborn you'll never admit you made a poor choice." ‘

"Aunt HnrrietVlI began to get up with great dignity, ready m leave.

“Don't be a fool, Constance," shc said. "Don't be two sorts of s foul, nt least. Let Win alone, he'll run after her for a few months and for- get her. And don"t get on your dig. "My with me because I criticize Winthrop."

I went hone thinking about it That evening at dinuer——one of our rare dinners alone-AI asked, “Why didn't you happen to any you had had lunch with Gwen- dolyn?"

Winthrop looked up quickly, _'ll've bad lunch with her three times. If I didn't mention it, Wls Onlly because you were so “W56 9V"? time I talked of her. It W35 not because I intended to devolve you. She transferred her "mm" l0 my lflnm. because it "I941!" 1 bit-Z thing for ma. So I've handled her affairs and some- times We've talked them over at lunch. You're not jealous, are you?"

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The little details that were grow- ing so intportant, seemed to pile up info one great heap before me-a {miss of facts. suspicions, fears, JBHIOIISIGS, anxieties, that appalled lnc. '

Will and I were always on the

have to find someone to make an oven number," he said.

"Call Nedda, perhaps she cau- it's short notice."

He went to the phone. But he called another number, and I heard him ask Gwendolyn. She had an engagement and he asked her to break it. Presently she said she would, for he said he would call for her at once.

"I asked—" he came lback, a lit- tle embarrassed to tell me.

"I know," I answered, keeping my voice casual. "Run along now and have a nice time."

I felt relieved and almost happy as I look off my dance dress and slipped into an old housegown. How far apart we were drifting, I thought. I did not even care that Win was going away without me. I knew his growing liking for "this other woman, but somehow it did not worry me so much. At least it was a suspicion confirmed. That was better than this terrible state of doulbt.

Ellen came in at nine.

"May I go off, madam?" asked. sick, and sent for me. She going to il:~e a baby, you sec, aud—"

"Your sister is the iaundress, isn't she?"

"Yes madam. She'll be too ill to do it this week."

"I think I'll go with you, ‘Ellen. Perhaps I can do something for her.” ' ' So wh le my husband was danc- ing, I t dged through East Side streets with my maid, to look after my Irish washwoman.

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I have since thought that I en- joyed that evening I spent _ with Ellen at her sister's more than ally of the evenings since I had come to the city.

The sister, who was also our laundress, lived in a couple of rooms, five flights up, in an East Side fiat house of the cheapest sort. Her husband was a sailor. She supported her three children by washing. She had a certain amount of intelligence and a certain sense of humor that did not desert her,

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simply two women, united in one effort to ilelp another woman in distress.

figure lying ill the be hair—gl'ay though she was scarc ly 30-—was conlbcrl back and ended in a stringy pigtail that lay on the pillow by her. She had deep sci. hard, gray airs, check that closed I

go. Ollc night a party m, Neddafg, another a dinner with Shirley, then,

cr ‘she had sold short. I secretly hopcd she had and lost a great, deal of moncy.

A fr-w days lafcr, I mentioned the; fact casually ‘to \Vin that the cop- pcrs hall gone up.

"Yes, but Gwendolyn‘ decided not to go into it after all, so she llill not lose." he said. ’

Iiow did he know’! Had he seen hcl"! I had not, and he hadn't men- tioned her.

That was one incldcnf._'i‘lle.rc were runny others. (Iwcndoiyul came down for tea at our little apartment one afternoon. Win hall phoned he would not be home until late that day_' but ho came ill at 4.30, a fmv moments after she did. There was nothing strange about lthat only taken in connection with otilcr things, it Ilad a significance to mo.

Other things happened. Their talk, one evening when we all met at my aunt's, seemed to touch on things llhat only they knew. It was not about any subject mention- ed willie we were all together. ‘Then one day I was at Aunt I-Iar- rietls for luncheon.

"You're beginning to look badly. You're terribly thin," ehe observed. “I have a cold," I defended my- self.

"Rubbish! You've no more cold than .I have. Perhaps it's theway you do your hair. Let it fly, don't try tn hold it in tightly with combs."

After luncheon she had her maid arrange my hair in a way that suit- ed her better, with fluffy masses around my face. She shook her head at the result.

"No, you do look badly. Now, what's the trouble, Constance? Has lvlinthrop been worrying you?" “No_" I answered, promptly and perhaps defiantly.

That menus he has!"

I said nothing for Aunt Harriet was a bad person to argue with. “Do you need money?" she ask-