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Show . THE BINGHAM NKWS . - r--' i i i Prudence's Daughter By ETHEL HUESTON Copyright by th Bobbi-Merri- ll Co. WNU Serrtc NOT INTERESTED 8TNOP8I3 PART ONE At a merry party In th studio apart-ment of Carter Blake, New York, Jerry (Qeraldine) Harmer, Pru-dence' da'ig-hte- meet Duan Allerton, wealthy Idler. lie her tremendouely, and she llkei him. But Allerton Beta a bit exhilarated, with unfortunate result. Jerry, relenting bla of familiarity, leave the party abruptly, the atory turna to Jerry'a childhood and youth at her home In Dea Molnea. Only child of a wealthy father, when ah ia twenty ahe feel the call of Art and aaka her parent to let her so to New York for tudy. With eome mis-giving, they agree to her going. In New York Jerry make her home with a Mr, belaney ("Mlml"), an actreaa, who, with Theresa, a painter, occupies th house. Jerry takes an Immediate liking to Theresa, who Is tal-ented and eecentrlo and the two become fast friends. Jerry now devotes herself to Theresa, who returns her liking. riding the heaven could harness a fathomless ocean ! I used to sit, like nn ugly blackbird, on the highest rocks, und adore the ocean In a storm. A hundred times I went home drenched to the skin, soaked, but exulted with rapture, to be soundly whipped for my mischief, and put to bed In disgrace." She paused, smiling at Jerry. "Go on, go on," she begged feverish-ly. 'Tell me." "First, I suppose It wg Just per-sonal emotion I wanted to ride the waves. I chafed at my bondage to solid, sordid earth. I thrilled myself to a rapture by fancying myself swept high on the topmost wave. And so e long my thought a mother to the thing, I suppose It really spemed to me I snw her, the Ocean Rider, a love-ly, slim, white woman triumphant on the waves. I worshiped It. It was a god to me. I have only been able to work on It when the passion Is hot upon me, so It has been a very slow thing. A dozen times, In n storm, I have gone off to the Islam! to do an-other bit on my Ocean Uliler. It Isn't right yet. The ocean Is good enough, but the Rider I hnven't quite got It." There was brooding discontent In Theresa's voice. "The light In her eyes It's not right. I wonder, Jerry" Her voice took on a sudden whccdle-somenes- s Jerry hud never heard In It before. "I wonder would you mind-wo- uld you let me use your eyes? I have wanted a hundred times to ask you but" "Oh, Theresa, I shouldn't mind at nil I should love it. Why didn't you ask me before? I'.ut she looks so lovely to me the way she Is. I'm afraid you will spoil her." Theresa shook hor head. "Not right. It's her eyes. I've known It all the time that Is, I've felt there vas something lacking. And when I saw you, I knew what It was. She must to sixes and sevens over nothing at all Mlml especially. I feel she Is coming when she starts up the last flight of stairs, and I begin to see cross-eye-right away. Tou are the nicest kid." After that, Jerry took entire charge of Theresa's room and Theresa's be-longings, sorting out soiled bits of silk for the laundry, things Theresa bad overlooked for months, and washing out especially flue pieces with her own hands. "Oh, Theresa." she said one day, "I wish you were my sister," "Oh, good heavens!" "Yes, I do. I had little brother, but he died. I cannot remember hlin. Oh, I do wish you were my sister I Then I should he satisfied Just to live on this way and take care of you and do little things for you. I should feel I was very Important, Indeed you do paint such exquisite things, Theresa I should be so proud of you. I'd prob-ably take all the credit for everything you do, and brng about the way I brought you up." Jerry laughed gleefully at this pic-ture of herself, but Theresa did not Join her merriment. "Funny thing, Jerry, but you are the first person In the world the first woman who ever wanted me for any-thingfriend, foe, or fellow citizen. I think I must be quite getting on In the world, to have somebody craving me for anything. I feel quite stuck up about It." She put her brushes down abruptly and went out of the room without apology, and Jerry, with that new wis-dom of hers which was only Intuition and not the least understanding, went on with the papers k1i was tiling and paid no attention when she went, nor wtien she came again. e e Jerry went about a great deal, some-times with Mlml. She was not fond of Mind, but enjoyed her limnenselv. She was a constant source of gay de-light, with her pretty vanities und boasted conquests, where Theresa was like a brooding pain to her. Sha laughed at Mimi, but In her heart she wept aloud over soul- and body-wor- n Theresa. Duane Allerton sent her flowers, ithoda. In such a case, would have tossed them from her window In hoi" scorn. Theresa sould have crushed them to crumpled petals between her bare hands, the therns of them pric lng her skin to crimson. Jerry looked at them, gave them to Mlml. He wrote to her. Jerry rend the notes, i.nd tore them up. She never thought of re-turning them to him, unopened, al-though she knew from whom they came. That would have been too dra-matic, too theatrical, for her. The waste basket served her purpose well enough. One afternoon she saw him. She was dancing at tea at the Blltmore with Mlml and two young friends of hers, hoys fresh from college. One was cubbishly Infatuated with Jerry, and she. In mischief, bad set herself to tantalize him to the limit of her charm. In the midst of her pretty coquetry she looked up suddenly, and saw Duane Allerton at a table across from them, sitting with a womnn, very lovely, very sophisticated, very young. "Francy," Jerry thought at once. Mlml would have redoubled her atten-tions to the young admirer, to whet had overestimated the Importune of an unessential trifle, but she was glad Theresa was pleased with her. As she vas tripping, almost hap-pily, almost as In the days before the studio party of such sorry memories, down the stairs to her own room, ahe was stopped by Mlml, a radiant vision In a filmy gown of silk and silver lace, who held a cautioning finger across her lips to Insure silence. "Sh!" She whispered. "Go quick, and get dolled up. Tou have a callir the g tiling you ever saw In your life!" She turned expressive eyes toward the ceiling to convey the extent of her rnpturo. "I took him In my room to give you n chance to fuss up a little, after messing about with Theresa. Shall 1 mate tome tea?"' Jerry's eyes were no longer starry, but Cold as Ice. "Who Is It?" "Sh, he'll hear you. Duane Allerton the stunulugest thing I've seen 1b years I" CHAPTER V Jerry Meets a Genius. Jerry's slender hand upon the flimsy binlst'r of the stairway grew sudden-ly tens." so that the blue veins stood out clearly upon the delicate white-ness of her skin. "Will you tell Mr. Allerton," she Raid gently but with firmness, "that I do not care to see him? I " "Sh, for heaven's sake!" begged MI111L "He'll hear you. I'll tell hlra you're out. I'll give him a cup of tea. If you don't mind, to put him In a good humor and then " "Cut I'm not out, and I'm not busy, and I'm not engaged. I'm Just not Interested." Jerry's enunciation was perfect, the hallway narrow, the transoii. open. She went Into her room and closed the door. Theresa In a similar circum-stance would have slammed It furious-ly, but Jerry was not given to furious slammlngs as a means of expression. She closed It softly. Mlml, left alone, distracted and be-wildered In her predicament, threw out both Jeweled hands In a remon-stratlv-anxious gesture. "Now, whut can you do with a girl like that?" she walled. The a,wer came from the farther doorway, Mlmi's doorway, where Duane Allerton stood and laughed, but ruefully. "Not much, I'm afraid. Not espe-cially keen ahout seeing me. Is she?" With a visible effort, Mlml pulled herself together, dimpled, used the long lashes to the best possible effect. "She's tired, poor thing," she said sympathetically. "You must excuse her. She works so hard, you know." "Oh, she does I I understood that she did not work at all." "I mean she er she's tired, any-how. And nervous, she's frightfully nervous. Don't bold It against her. Can't I give you a cup of tea " "Oh, no, thanks. I feel I shouldu t pollute her atmosphere any longer than Is absolutely necessary. Aw-fully good of you : thanks very much." CHAPTER IV Continued 6 "Art Trailersl That Is what I am, I suppose, an Art Trailer." "Oh, no, Jerry, you're a student. If you want to amuse yourself studying Art" "It's nobody's business but my own," Jerry finished promptly, when Iihodti hesitated again.' "Righto 1" Rhpdn laughed, agreeing. Ithoda begged her to stay for dinner promising to cook most delectable things on the grill, to take her out any-where she liked, to go to the theater, generously profuse !n her enticement. Rut Jerry would not be persuaded. She said she had to go home and tlx something for Theresa, who was look-ing wretchedly ill, who had uo proper regard for food, or rest, or exercise, and who certainly required a strong coercive hnnd to force her Into reason. "Theresa's making heaps of money," Rboda said surprisingly. "She's do-ing miirvelously." "Theresa !" "Yes. why not?' "Rut then by for heaven's sake, then, why doesn't she get a decent room, and eat a decent meal once In a I while? I thought" j, "Well, you thought wrong. It Isn't t the money with people like Theresa .$ like all of us. It's that burning up In- - I side we can't help It. Don't try to know what I'm talking about, old the more you think ahout It the less you'll understand!" 1' i' It was the next morning when Jerry ; slipped softly upstairs with a break fast tray that Theresa asked her dif-fidently, almost apologetically. If she would care to see a few of her "things." "Oh, I should love to," Jerry cried ' flushing with pleasure. Theresa was vaguely surprised, R little troubled, at her eagerness. "If you wanted to see them, why didn't you nsk me?" "Oh, I couldn't ask, Theresa. I thought perhaps you'd rather not show .'; me I was Just hoping you would sug- - gest It some time." For the first time In the weeks she hud known Theresa, she really took thne to do a thing quietly, deliberately TP 1 'Mm Mm! It II vm Allerton's Interest, to stir his Jealousy. Jerry could not do that, she did not even think of It. She yielded to the natural hush that swept over her at seeing hi in, and sat, a subdued an softened figure, with the others at the table. She knew his. eyes remained steadily on her face. She knew b marveled that she permitted the Billy exaggeration of this ardent boy's de-votion, and yet repulsed his own pioe finished advances. Jerry herself did not know why she did. Jerry may not be a flirt, but the is doing JuEt the thing to attract Allerton if he's ,n earnest. Is he? He went downstairs at once, and let himself out Into the narrow street. And Mlml knocked on Jerry's door, opening Tt herself without waiting for an answer. "Jerry," she began plaintively, "you have hurt his feelings Just terribly, poor boy and so Now, lint's positively not nice." "Go and cheer him up If you Use, snld Jerry. "He's easily comforted." "He wouldn't wait I mean Yon might at Icaft have Introduced me. The thing" e e e. Jerry learned afterward that he had gone to Rhoda for her address, and two days later he went to her again, to ask her to Intercede for hlrn, to re-monstrate with her disagreeable prote-gee from the Middle West. lie asked Rhoda if Jerry was a flirt "A flirt?" echoed Ithoda vaguely. "Good heavens. I don't know. What Is a flirt? They used to sny In eolleze that she was, but tliey meant It nicely. That Same Afternoon Jerry Posed for the Eyes of the Ocean Rider. have the light In her eyes that you had when you came first to the city, as you were when I saw you first. I shall never forget It that sort of radiant assurance. Look I Her eyes are too deep, they are too subtle for" a free wom1.11." Jerry flushed. "Theresa, that Is irony! Eyes like mine for a free woman I Why, I don't know what 'reedom Is. I haven't the nerve to find out when I have a chance. I am bound hnnd and foot to conventions to convictions to 1'rudence." "Yes, that is what I mean. You don't find tliut blithe and buoyant con-fidence, that triumphant Joyousness of surety, in freedom itself. Only In the pursuit of It. In eyes that have seen freedom" she waved a light hand toward her Ocean Rider "like tills, subtle, understanding, Inscrutable" "Perhaps- - perhaps you mean II- - and with comfortable easiness. She tjient the full morning with Jerry, ' showing her dozens of little sketches. unfinished bits of landscape, lovely heads, delicately draped figures with-out number, discussing them mean-while with an Impersonal, Judicious In-terest that chnnned and fascinated Jerry. She touched upon their beauties ? of composition and execution generous ly, but without personal warmth. And she pointed ont their defects with a keen eye nnd an unsparing tongue. i And then she said : li . I "1 have saved my best till the last, I Jerry. This Is my one passion, my f darling and my adored." I it wns typical of Theresa that she i; (l!rt not keep It on display, "her darling ' and adored." but packed away with tender care In n dark closet, obviously tlie one thing In her life that received I her tender care. Jerry almost held her t breath as Theresa brought It out, re J moved the protecting wrappers, and turned It about for her to see. -- (TO BUS CONTINUED.) every one was crazy ahout her. That's Iowa, yon know. A girl who is finite wickedly awful in the Middle West seems like an angel from heaven when she's transplanted to Oreenwich. Don't ask me anything about her. I don't know. She's a lovely thing, and I think a lot of her." It did not remotely occnr to Jerry that she was unhappy. Instead, she felt Hint she was quite Joyous, care-free. She took a preat dent of pleas-ure In doing tilings for Theresa, mak-ing her comfortable Theresa, who cared as little for comfort as a honey lice for snow. She scoured the market for tempting delicacies, and became very proficient In preparing them nice-ly on her little grill. One day Theresa asked If she would mind nimmaL'Ing through a couple of old boxes for her. In search of a particular bit of tinsel she particularly needed for a costume. Jerry flushed with pleasure. "Oh, will you let me? May I go through the drawers, and everything and fold things up I'll be very quiet." Theresa laughed at her. "(Jo ns fur as you like," she snld generously. "Funny thing sbouf yon, Jerry. Too never bother me. Most people nag uc cense. Theresa, Instead of frei doi.i." Theresa smiled at her gentie diffi-dence. "Yes, I get the distinction. But unfortunately, Jerry, one must try both before one knows which Is which! There's the pity of It. And the eyes are faithful registers,- they record It all. So my brave little Ocean Rider has got to have not eyes that have known freedom, hut which hold a vision of It unrealized." That same afternoon, Jerry posed for the eyes of the Ocean Itlder, who must know not freedom, but cherish a dream of It. "I think I missed my calling after all." she said. "I should be a model. The other night I was a corpse for Khoda, and now I'm a mermaid for you." And she tft sweetly patient, in a bright light, starry-eye- d with delight that she could be of service, while Theresa worked passionately on the eyes that were not just right. And when she had finished, and declared the result far exceeded her expecta-tions, she kissed Jerry Impulsive-ly, for the first time, not on the Hps but on the brilliant eyes which could see visions. Jerry herself saw no dif-ference In the picture, felt that Tberss was a cruel green ocean, lashing waves Into white foam, an ocean blackening shadows, and shifting At first glance, Jerry snw only turhulence of a multitude of !It and then, looking deeper, out with sharp IncislveneRs once bad discerned Its presence, riding highest, wildest wave of all. the slim white body of a triumphant white face dominant white anna flung I wide a Joyous, Jubilant, fearless fig- - I ure of youth, swept on the black wa-- I 'ers, sprayed with the white. . I Jprry cried ont, enraptured. "Theresa I Oh, Theresa It Is benn- - 1 ,ifl,) I it Is the most thrilling thing I I ever saw. It make you feel so full I f freedom." I Theresa nodded, her dar'- - eyes "iWit with pleasure. "Dm, f&edom. 1 ve leen working on it for years. Jerry, a thousand or more, I think. I ""ed to spend the summer on the coast ,n Maine with my nurse when I was H kld, you know. 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