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TH i i i ; Ri £2 H i i i | £ ; | E i 7 F = if i 7 I 47 Hire fh 1 , INSTALMENT 6 The disquieting thought returned more than once, during the long af- ternoon, when she and Amy and Barry and quiet young Dr, Ward Duffy were walking; it returned of- ten in the days that followed. Barbara Atherton, teaching in the soft, lazy mornings, watching the children as they shricked and ran in the school yard at 11 and walking slowly home through familiar, quiet streets at 130 to the house that Mrs, Godley always had in order long before that time, wondered, sometimes, what life had been like to her, without the disturbing ele- ment of Marianne Scott, She saw Marianne frequently, and when she did not see her, she man- ed always to have an idea of what arianne was doing, Lhe other girl's mere existence fretted her, every. thing she heard about arianne seemed unduly iniportant, seemed significant, almost menacing in Bar. bara's own scheme, Fox Madison, for example, the florid, big-good-natured English- man, who had been a figure in the town for twenty years, had already nicknamed her "Helen of Troy,' Helen of Teor! What was the qual- ity in a girl what peculiar charm must she have, when a man, after a few weeks' acquaintance, could name her so? Fatto Roach, a tall, thin young man who had hitherto paid small at- tention to girls, also seemed to be strangely attracted to Marianne, Inez Wilson's house, an enormous, ugly wooden place, with mill-work decor. ating its 'turrets and bay windows, in a very jungle of garden shrubs and trees and begonias blooming in a little conservatory off the dining room, became, for the first time in its forty years, now that Marianne was in .t, quite a meeting place for the younger crowd. There was tennis there on Satur. day. and Sunday afternoons, and thede were boys and girls spending the evening there almost every night, Twice, in her first month in Cotton. wood, Marianne and Inez and Link Mackenzie, with his married sister, Lucy Barnard, for chaperon, went for the week end to Del Monte, and to San Francisco, At Del Monte they played golf and watched the polo and dined at Pebble Beach; and in San Francisco they shopped and went to the theatre, On the first oc. casion, Barbara was asked, "But I don't see how you could Jossibly jam Lucy and Marianne and nez and me into your roadster?" she had objected, "Oh, we're borrowing my father's car. Seven passenger." "Well, I'll ask Dad," And Barbara, without feeling much heart in the project, had indeed asked her father "Driving to Del Monte Saturday, eh? And coming back Sunday night after dinner? Whose guest would you be, Babs?" : "Well--Lucy's, I guess, Lucy and Otis Barnard are chaperoning." "Lucy--" the professor had rer minded het looking over his glasses in a way that generally signified dis- approval--"Lucy didn't ask you?" "No, Link asked me, It's the way 'hey do things, now, making plans 'in a rush, without stopping to 2k much of the details. Marianne suggests something, and in two ds they're all talking about it, would have asked me, I sup-|B if she had been there." , Lucy wasn't there?" but Link was going on to THE OSHAWA DAILY TIMES, FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 30, 1928 talk to her, when he brought me e. "Well," the professor had said fi- nally, returning to his paper, "I'd ra- ther you didn't go. I don't care much about these week end parties of young persons in hotels, At the same time, if you very much want to go, I shan't stop you. Only, there's a big expense to it. However, use your own judgment." Barbara had hesitated, undecided, in spite of Amy's vigorous nod, from behind their father's head, and Amy's mouth rounded to form the word "You'll have piles of fun," Amy had urged later, But Barbara had decided not to go, after all. She knew, by this time that wherever Marianne Scott was, she would not have piles of fun, Marianne, wlio seemed to men the jolliest and most original of compan- ions, was instantly recognized by ev- ery woman with whom she came in contact as a person who did not play fair. Her game was always for her- self against all comers, and to win a laugh from the company, or to impress a man with her own attract- iveness, there was no friendship Marianne would not sacrifice and no sensitive heart she would not wound. Her art in drawing the interest of the group to herself, her skill in waking herself seem fascinating, were helped by a sense of absolute self-confidence, of native power, And power she really did have; the strange quality of always being able to make what happened to Marianne Scott seem the important and en- viable thing, One afternoun mm early June, when she had been four or five weeks in Cottonwood, Barbara and Barry du Spain were in the group that gathered on the lawn at the Wilsons' house, to watch the tennis, The ugly big house was behind them; before them was the lovely stretch of the grass, the court, with its protecting nets etched by the del- icate fingers of banksia climbing ro- ses, and the background of stable |] yard and trees. Men's doubles were being played; little red-headed Jim Bonner and Otis Barnard were partners against Link and Harry Poett, Inez and Fox Madison, who played well, had been beaten a few minutes earlier by Joe Dodge and Link's little sister Mar- garet; Marianne, Barry, and Barbara were sitting with them now, watch- ing the second contest, laughing, gossiping, and generally enjoying the perfect summer afternoon. Barbara was sitting on the ground, vie her back braced against Inez' chair, Pulled down over her soft coppery hair was a small white hat, her white dress, opened at the throat with a turned-back: collar, was as plain, as short, as modern as a dress could be, Yet somehow the costume suggested the difference, the little- girl simpleness and straight-forward- ness, that marked Barbara apart from the other girls of the group. Her eyes were thoughtful today, as she chewed on a long ribbon of young rass, her cheeks flushed, and the fine of her young mouth unusually firm and serious, Marianne, in a near-by wicker chair, was wrapped in a thin garment of bright scarlet silk, flowered with great orange and black and yellow poppies, pon the sleek black cap of her hair a wide red hat was tip- ped at a daring angle, and drawn down almost to her strange dark eyes; her bare arms were ringed with bracelets, and heavy earrings drew down the lobes of her ears, Her mouth drooped with the weight of scarlet paint, Half-smiling, she kept an eye on Inez. Now and them, turning her gaze full upon Fox Madison, she mur- mured a few syllables to him. Bar- bara, watching her without seeming to watch her, wondered what the words were that they should hold Fox silent and content, at her knees, all afternoon long, Barbara loved afternoon gather- ings, and all the laughter and flirt- ing and 'chatter that accompanied them, Only there was that sinister slim figure between her and the full light of living, nowadays, Marianne Scott, with her sophisticated ideals, of her reckless tongue, and . her insolent, confident eyes. Helen of Troy! "Barbara," said Marianne, out of 3 silence that was underscored rather than broken by Inez' senseless bab- e, Barbara looked up expectantly, and arry, beside her, turned at the name and looked up, too, "What have you done to the poet laureate to make him see nobody else "NORTHERN" Rubber Footwear w-Ab * Northern" Rubbers and Styl-Shus sre Sold by Reliable Dealers Everywhere. "AD OFFICE and FACTORIES, GUELPH Canada in the world but you?" Marianne asked idly. Barbara laughed. : _ "I feed him, for one thing, He s my corn bread." | y "Ah, well," Marianne said resign- edly, "1 can't compete there. ou domestic treasures, you have a wo- man like me; every time!" "How do you ke being discussed before your face this way, Barry?" Barbara asked him. "I don't mind it." He spoke brief- ly, with distaste. He would not rise to the nonsense, to the easy levity of the hour. Barry, who could be as giddy as a happy child in the Atherton kitchen, was resentful and unresponsive and deliberately uncom- prehending here. Barbara could ladly have slapped Marianne for the amused and indulgent glance the other girl sent toward him. « don't you clap our aces? You Ie Dodge shouted from he girls clap theirs," 1 began dutifully the courts, to applaud. "Score, Link?" Marianne called. She already had every one's given name comfortably at command; Bar- bara did not know whether to resent or to laugh at her enthusiastic greet- ings when, after a few hours', or at most a few days', separation she met "dear old Fox," or "adorable Fatto," or "that fascinating Harry person," at a dance or movie. Marianne al- ways had the air of being among in~ timate old friends, always had some- thing important for the ear of Link alone--something that had to be whispered to Harry or Joe, i "The games are three-two," Link called back, making a ball run up his racket, between games, and cross- ing the court, The sun shone down upon them placidly; the longest day of the year was close upon them now, and at 4 o'clock there was no sense of lessen- ing light, Deep sweet shadows lay on the lawn, the shade was permeat- ed strangely with brightness and glowed as if it might diffuse a radi- ance of its own, "What a day!" Barbara said, to say samedhing, The strangely troub- ling effect of this girl was to make Barbara afraid of silence, What did Marianne think they were all think- ing in silences? 'Divine, Marianne agreed easily, "I hope the Hamiltons have such weather!" "The Hamiltons?" "Carter Hamilton and his wife. She and I are old friends. They're motoring up to San Francisco from os Angeles, and they'll stop here with my aunt, overnight." "Well, what if they do?" that rest- less, unsatisfied inner tribunal of Barbara's asked fiercely, But out- wardly she made merely a common- place comment, They must be inter- esting persons, Oh, Marianne said, | they were. She wanted Barbara to meet them, Later, when the game was over, and Link had thrown himself down beside Marianne, Barbara, apparent ly deep in cheerful conversation with Ward and Fox, could catch occasional phrases: "It made me proud--I'm al- ways proud when my friends do any thing well, even if it's only a game of tennis , ,,," And still later, when, Barbara and almost all the others were going away, Marianne managed to walk with Barry down to the gate. They were behind the group, Marianne quite de- liberately loitering, Barry detained, perhaps against his will, by her slow step, her upward glances, her {full stone in the flower-framed old path, ' hen he and Barbara were alone, walking home, Barry said viciously that he loathed that sort of girl. | "But she seemed to like you, Barry." | "Like me! That was all for Link's benefit,' Barry growled. Barbara, who had been oddly soothed by his irritation, did not like this point of view so well, "Do you suppose she's really after Link Mackenzie?" "Of course she is, richest man in town "Is he so fearfully rich, Barry 4 "Well, he will be when the old man dies, I guess." Barbara, as she and Barry walked past the Mackenzie Place tonight found herself wondering what old Major Tom would think of Marianne, and felt a sudden pang of home-sick- ness for the old days and the old ways that seemed to be so peculiarly threatened ; that seemed already gone into the past, What simple, happy times they all had had, only a few weeks ago, without any particular consciousness of being grown-up men and women, with the great problem of life decisions to face! If Link really were going to fall in love with Marianne, and if they were going to have all the fuss of announc- ing an engagement, and making plans for so important a wedding, then Barbara wished, with an angry sort of ache in her heart, that she might be miles away; that at least she need not hear all about it, be bored and satiated with it. "All the way to San Juan, for a Spanish dinner, and then dancing practically all night--I'd like to know what they get out of it," Barry said scornfully, "Who's going to do that?" "They are, they say, Thursday Gas inthe Stomach Isn't 'he the night. It sounds perfectly crazy to me. "Barry, do you think she's pretty?" "Marianne Scott?" "Yes." But she was sorry that he had known the pronoun could mean no one else. "Sure, she's pretty. She's more than pretty. She's kind of fascinat- like a tiger." ing, i all the way home, did not For Those Who Are Losing Weight and Strength-- SCOTT'S EMULSION The Tonic Rich in Cod-liver Oil Vitamins Scott & Bowne, Toronto, Ont. 28-18 speak again. But she thought a good deal. She told herseli that Marianne 'wasn't anything more than an unusually pretty and poised and self-confident girl, She found these adjectives slowly, conscious for the first time in her life that she herself was neither poised nor self-confident. Marianne was not Cleopatra, Marianne was not Helen of Troy, Barbara mused; this attitude of uneasiness and fear and curiosity was ridiculous. "I'm not afraid of her!" she said. There's nothing superhuman about er And yet there was something un- natural, something stronger than her- self, in the uncomfortable attraction that drew Barbara over and over again, against her will, into Mari- anne's neighborhood; that invested everything the other girl said and did with a strange and troubling fascina- tion. . (Copyright 1928 by The Bell Syndi-, cate, Inc.) (To be Continued) FLIGHT IS UNLIKELY HAVANA TO DETROIT Havana, Nov, 380, -- The chances of a Havana to Detroit solo non- stop flight by Leonard 8. Flo, Ann Arbor aviator, who arrived here yesterday from Key West, where 'he was forced down due to illness, appear more remote, he told th As- soclatd Press today. FIFTY PER CENT. OF DOPE PEDDLERS ARE IN BRITISH COLUMBIA Vancouver, B.C, Nov. 30.-- Fifty per cent. of the convictions for dope peddling in Canada are made in British Columbia and one third in Quebee, according to Lieut, Col. H. W. Cooper, former warden of New Westminster pentitentiary. 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