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Or .to Wear at Home
'T'-IE dress with shirring on the
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charming, soft fashion for after-
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THE STORY THUS FAR
Young, pretty Jane Barnes, who lived with her brother, Baldwin, In Sher-
wood Park, near Washington, was not particularly Impressed when she read
that rich, attractive Edith Towne had been lett at the altar by Delafield Simms,
wealthy New Yorker. However, she still mused over it when she met Evans
Follette. a young neighbor, whom the war had left completely discouraged and
despondent. Evans had always loved Jane. That morning Baldwin Barnes, on
his way to work In Washington, offered assistance to a tall, lovely girl In distress.
Later he found a bag she had left in the car, containing a diamond ring on
which was inscribed "Del to Edith—Forever." He knew then that his passenger
had been Edith Towne. Already he was half in love with her. That night he
discussed the matter with Jane, and they called her uncle, worldly, sophisticated
Frederick Towne. He visited them at their home, delighted with Jane's sim-
plicity. He told them Edith's story. Because her uncle desired It, Edith Towne
had accepted Delafield Simms, whom she liked but did not love. She disappeared
Immediately after the wedding was to have taken place. The next day Jane
received a basket of fruit from Towne, and a note asking If he might call again.
Mrs. Follette, widowed mother of Evans, was a woman of Indomitable courage.
Impoverished, she nevertheless managed to keep Evans and herself In compara-
tive comfort by running a dairy farm. Evans, mentally depressed and dis-
illusioned, had little self reliance and looked to his mother and Jane for guid-
ance. Edith Towne phones Baldy in answer to an ad. She asked him to bring
her pocketbook. Jane calls on Frederick Towne In his elaborate office. He gives
Lucy, his stenographer, a letter to Delafield Simms, In which he severely criti-
cizes him. Unknown to him. Lucy and Simms are In love with each other.
Towne takes Jane home in his limousine. She Introduces him to Evans, who
is jealous of Towne. Baldy goes to meet Edith Towne at her hiding place. He
convinces her that she should return home and face her friends. She is inter-
ested in Baldy. Later they eat in a restaurant, where Edith sees several friends.
She knows they will see to it that the news is spread.
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Dimity, organdy, taffeta and dot-
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The Patterns.
No. 1795 is designed for sizes 34,
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CHAPTER VI—Continued
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On this same afternoon little Lucy
Logan was writing to Delafield
Simms.
“It seems like a dream, lover,
that you are to come for me in Feb-
ruary, and that then we’ll be mar-
ried. And that all the rest of my
life I am to belong to you.
“Del, it isn’t because you are rich.
Of course I shall adore the things
you can do fo'r me. I am not going
to pretend that I shan’t. But if you
were poor, I’d work for you—live
for you. Oh, Del, I do hope that you
will believe it.
“The other day, Mr. Towne said
in one of his letters that you had
always been fickle, that there had
been lots of girls, Eloise Harper
before Edith. And I wanted to
scream right out and say, ‘It isn’t
true. He hasn’t ever really cared
before this.' But of course I couldn’t.
But I broke a pencil point, and as
for Mr. Towne, who is he to say
such things about you? I haven’t tak-
en his letters for the last three
years for nothing. There’s always
somebody—the last one was Mrs.
Laramore, and now he has his eye
on a little Jane Barnes, whose broth-
er found Miss Towne’s bag and the
ring. She’s rather a darling, but
I hope she won’t think he is in
earnest.
“And now, my dear and my dar-
ling, good-night. I wonder how I
dare call you that. But I am al-
ways saying it to myself, and at
night I ask God to keep you—safe.”
CHAPTER VII
Jane, in Baldy’s absence, dined
on Sunday with the Follettes, in the
i middle of the day. In the after-
' noon she and Evans went for a walk,
| and came home to tea in the library.
! Stretched in a long leather chair,
Evans read to Jane and his moth-
er “The Eve of St. Agnes.”
At the moment, Mrs. Follette was
weighing seriously the fact of Jane
| as a wife for Evans. She was pretty
i as well as cheerful. Had good man-
! ners. Of course, in the old days,
Evans would, inevitably, have
! looked higher. There had been
j plenty of rich girls eager to attract
' him. He had had unlimited invita-
tions. Women had, in fact, quite
run after him. Florence Preston
had rather made a fool of herself.
And Florence’s father had millions.
But now—? Mrs. Follette knew
how little Evans had at the moment
i to offer. She hated to admit it, but
the truth was evident. Watching the
two young people, she decided that
should Evans care for Jane, she
would erect no barriers. As for
Jane, marriage with Evans would
be, in a way, a rise in the world,
She would live at Castle Manor in-
stead of at Sherwood Park.
It was after five when Baldy tele-
phoned triumphantly: “Jane, Edith
Towne has agreed to go home to-
night. And I’m to take her. I called
up Mr. Towne and told him and he
wants you to be there when we
come. He’ll send Briggs for you
and we are all to have dinner to-
gether.”
“But, Baldy, I don't know Edith
Towne. Why doesn’t he ask some
of her own friends?”
“She doesn’t want ’em. Hates
them all, and anyhow he has asked
you. Why worry?”
“I’ll have to go home and dress.”
“Well, you’re to let him know at
once where Briggs can get you. I
told him you were at the Follettes’.”
Jane went back and repeated the
conversation to Evans and his moth-
er. Mrs. Follette was much inter-
ested. The Townes were most im-
portant people. “How nice for you,
Jane.”
But Evans disagreed with her.
“What makes you say that, Mother?
It isn’t nice. It will simply be up-
setting ”
“I don’t see why you say that,
Evans,” Jane argued. “I am not
easily upset.”
“But with all that money. You
can’t keep up with them.”
“Don’t put ideas into Jane’s
head,” his mother remonstrated; “a
But Jane sided now with Evans.
“I see what he means, Mrs. Fol-
lette. I haven’t the clothes. I
haven’t a thing to wear tonight.”
“Oh, I wasn’t thinking of your
looks.” Evans got up and stood on
the hearth-rug. “But people like
that! Jane, I wish you wouldn’t go.”
She looked up at him With her
chin tilted. “I don’t see how I can
refuse.”
“Of course she can’t. Evans,
don’t be so unreasonable,” Mrs. Fol-
lette interposed; “it will be a won-
derful thing for Jane to know Edith.”
“Will it be such a wonderful thing
for her to know Frederick Towne?”
He flung it at them.
Jane demanded, “Don’t you want
me to have any good times?”
He stared at her for a moment,
and when he spoke it was in a dif-
And he was just a ghost in a fog.
ferent tone. “Yes, of course. I beg
your pardon, Janey.”
Mrs. Follette, having effaced her-
self for the moment from the con-
versation, decided that things be-
tween her son and little Jane Barnes
might reach a climax at any mo-
ment. “I believe he’s half in love
with her,” she told herself in some
bewilderment.
As for Frederick Towne, she
didn’t consider him for a moment.
Jane was a pretty child. But Fred-
erick Towne could have his pick , .
women. There would be nothing se-
rious in this friendship with Jane.
Jane called up Towne. “It was
good of you to ask me,” she said.
“I am at the Follettes’, but I’ll gp
home and dress and Briggs can
come for me there.”
“Come as you are.”
“You wouldn’t say that if you
could see me. I took a walk with
Evans this afternoon and I show the
effects of it.”
“Evans? Oh, Casabianca?”
“What makes you call him that?”
“I thought of it when I saw him
waiting for you at the top of the
terrace. ‘The boy stood on the burn-
ing deck—’ ” he laughed.
“I don’t think that’s funny at all,”
said Jane, frankly.
“Don’t you? Well, beg your par-
don. I’ll beg it again when I get
you here. Briggs will reach Sher-
wood at about seven. I would drive
out myself, but I’ve an awful cold,
and the doctor tells me I must stay
in. And Cousin Annabel is sick in
bed with a cold, so you must take
pity on me and keep me company.”
Jane hung up the receiver. It
would, she decided, be an exciting
adventure. But she was not sure
that she liked Frederick Towne . . .
Evans walked home with her. The
air was warmer than it had been
for days, and faint mists had risen.
The mist thickened finally to a fog
which rolled over them as if blown
from the high seas. Yet the sea
was miles away, and the fog was
born in the rivers and streams, and
in the melting snows. .
it somewhat difficult
I
to keep to the road. They were al-
most smothered in the thick gray
masses. Their voices had a muffled
sound. Evans’ hand was on Jane’s
arm so that they might keep to-
gether.
“Jane,” he said, “I made a fool
of myself about Towne. But hon-
estly—I was afraid—”
“Of what?”
“That he might fall in love with
you—’’
“He’s not thinking of me, Evans,
and besides he’s too old—”
“Do you really feel that way
about it, Jane?”
“Of course—silly.”
He could not see her face—but the
words in her laughing lovely voice
gave him a sense of reassurance.
“Janey,” he said, “if I could only
have you like this always. Shut
away from the world.”
“But I don’t want to be shut
away. I should feel—caged—”
“Not if you cared.”
There was in his tone the huski-
ness of intense feeling. She was
moved by it. “Oh, I know what you
mean. But love won’t come to me
like that—shut in. I shall want
freedom, and sunshine. I’ll be a
gull over the sea—a ship in full
sail—a gypsy on the road—but I’ll
never be a ghost in a fog.”
His hand dropped from her arm.
“Perhaps you’ll be a princess in a
castle. Towne can make you that.”
“Why do you keep harping on Mr.
Towne? I don’t like it.”
“Because—oh, I think everybody
wants you—”
And now it was she who caught at
his arm in the mist, and leaned on
it. “I’m not the. least in love with
Frederick Towne. And I shall nev-
er marry a man I don’t love, Ev-
ans.”
When they came to the little house
they found old Sophy nodding in the
kitchen. She always stayed with
Jane when Baldy was away. So
Evans said “Good-night” and start-
ed back.
He found the path between the
pines, walked a few steps and stum-
bled. He sat down on the log that
had tripped him. He had no wish to
go on. His depression was intense.
Night was before him and darkness.
Loneliness. And Jane would be with
Frederick Towne.
He had for Jane a feeling of hope-
less adoration. She would never be
his. For how could he try to keep
her? “I’ll be a gull over the sea—a
ship in full sail—a gypsy on the
road—never a ghost in a fog.”
And he was just a ghost in a fog!
Oh, what was the use of ever
“climbing up the climbing wave”?
One must have something of hope
to live on. A dream or two—ahead.
How long he sat there he did not
know. And all at once he was
aware of a pale blur against the
prevailing gloom. And then he heard
Jane’s voice calling, “Evans? Ev-
ans?”
He answered and she came up to
him. “Your mother telephoned—
that you had not come home—and
she was worried.”
She was holding the lantern up
to the length of her arm. In her
orange cloak she shone through the
veil of mist, luminous.
“My dear,” she said, gently,
“why are you sitting here?”
“Because there isn’t any use in
going on.”
She lowered the lantern so that it
shone on his face. What she saw
there frightened her. “Are you feel-
ing this way because of me?” she
asked in a shaking voice.
“Because of everything.”
“Evans, I won’t go to the Townes
if you want me to stay.”
He looked up at her as she bent
above him with the lantern. She
seemed to shine within and with-
out, like some celestial visitor.
“Would you stay, Jane, if I want-
ed it?”
“Yes.”
He stood up. “I don’t want it.
Not really. I’m not quite such a
selfish pig,” his smile was ghastly.
She was silent for a moment, then
she said, “I’m going home with you,
Evans. Wait until I tell Sophy to
send Briggs after me.”
He tried to protest, but she was
firm. “I’ll be back in a minute.”
She returned presently, the lan-
tern in one hand and her slipper
bag in the other. “I put on heavier
shoes. I should ruin my slippers.”
As they trod the path together,
the light of the lantern shone in
round spots of gold, now in front ;
of them, now behind them. The fog
pressed close, but the path was
clear.
“Evans,” said Jane, “I want you
to promise me something.”
"Anything, except—not to love
you.”
“It has nothing to do with love of
me, but it has something to do with
love of God.”
He knew how hard it was for her
to say that. Jane did not speak
easily of such things.
She went on with some hesitation.
Her voice, muffled by the fog, had a
muted note of music.
“Evans, you mustn’t let what I
do make you or break you. Whether
I love you or not, you must go on.
You—you couldn’t hold me if you
weren’t strong enough, even if I
was your wife. And there is strength
in you, if you’ll only believe it. Oh,
you must believe it, Evans. And you
mustn’t make me feel responsible.
I can’t stand it. To feel all the time
that I am hurting—you.”
She was sobbing. A little inco-
herent.
“And you are captain of your soul,
Evans. You. Not anyone else. I
can’t be. I can be a help, and oh,
I will help all I can. You know that.
But—I love you like a big brother—
not in any other way. If anything
should happen to you, it would be
dreadful for me, just as it would be
dreadful if anything happened to
Baldy.”
“Janey, my dear, don’t,” for she
was clinging to his arm, crying as
if her heart would break.
“But I do care for you so much,
Evans. I was frantic when your
mother telephoned. I wasn’t quite
dressed and I made Sophy get the
lantern, and then I ran down the
path, and looked for you.”
He stopped and laid his hand on
her shoulder. Her weakness, her
broken words had roused in him a
sudden protective tenderness.
“My little girl,” he said, “don’t.
God helping me, I’m going to get
back. And you are going to light
my way. Jane, do you know when
I saw you coming towards me with
that dim lantern it seemed sym-
bolic. Hope held out to me—seen
through a fog, faintly. But a light,
nevertheless.”
“Oh, Evans, if I could love you,
I would, you know that.”
“I know. You’d tie up the broken
wings of every bird. You’d give
crutches to the lame, and food to
the hungry. And that’s the way you
feel about me.”
He had let her go now, and they
stood apart, shrouded in ghostly
white.
“God helping me,” he said again,
“I’ll get back. That’s a promise,
Janey, and here’s my hand upon
it.”
She gave him her hand. “God
helping us both,” she said.
He lifted her hand and kissed it.
Then, in silence, they walked on,
until they reached the house.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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