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Show r 1 TIIE LEHI SUN, LEW, UTAH phom Hained I itocovj ARS York St. I low tale, h AspLnaj read theM Asm hly ori one tint il bome-t bome-t works twep iest starts a&eB igbtaes VapoEub because .1 DM EYE 0 KATHLEEN N0RR1S-WNU SEKVICt dyougototheUbrary , eila''...tAd to see each oth- i&v:Z ,V when I went to J. blue purse and I f w. but my money's here JVhome! WeU, and then, 1 I went to the Mc Canns, t the money, I got my. .Lrear. remember?- !Wd feel sorry for me. '?e?. .a.mg that this Ger- Siwhoie purse it was, is $ d the Mc Canns-her.fa-Ji " jioH when she was . T,n with the Mc W s ... rann was rieht Andrei" ; - Tt kon't seen him since rTeach because he had lost rl but I didn't know ju he up, Sheila! You and tSflSiV And then we that nignt th next time you meet ft I1CU " . . ..four days before his mar- to another girl?" we. Je? . ln Irtira with jou were suu .. ,!l I sort of liked him." Sheila fctooks firmer tone. "But I " she said. todays afther ye've merried (wr motner niuuucu u Ue, -max s ' . minute. Ma. ao you ana -a vou'd meet?" .nniupH. nodded, watching Ibrother's face anxiously, with bed eyes. Then, fighting back in, she told them oi ner in denture. Untly Joe interrupted. Ma, listen. I want to Deueve want to get tnis siraigni. raids awfully fishy. Why men want to drag you Peter Mc Cann along with Wij shouldn't they let you thev were trying to hide thing, Joe; they were afraid. were trying to hide some- oo. What happened then?" we went bumping up and m into the most desolate sse you ever saw, and I was 1 1 lay down and went to 14 all my clothes on. die next day yesterday-it yesterday-it were with three terrible- fcgmeB, only they turned out to so fierce, and then this first itinte up and I guess he told srything was all right, be- i syway, we started down in a truck only first I cooked r to them. Ma, I cooked a :4 only I had to thicken it !ai, because there wasn't any ach-so then they brought us s place called Capitol June- s when were you in Boston, We weren't in Bos- rfi where your ' telegram from." . j, it couldn't have been, Joe! ;e him our names on Satur-: Satur-: the studio, and he said he'd p telegrams right away. He V- Peter and I were married, Eoing to be, anyway" listen. Sheila, let's set this P- Were VOtl married hsu n irk?" - d! Joe, you're crazy, or soing crazy. I don't know We never were married. each other! We never getting married!" you and I don't nnW. sch other," J0e said slowly. tag pause. "I euess we're m the dark. Who sent fa t viut,u limy UU-w UU-w paper from his pock- Passea n to Sheila. fA it, read it, and looked "len shu rood it hfc.i.j. " ogam, P- Boston, March 15, 12:13 was brief : st c Cann unA t .j ?J: Peace this eve- -Very happy letter !tim cv-.-t . . c i Z ucua sai starme f n sflence. The color ner face. rtheSent?"shewhis- V? unaay morning." Patching her. V a lie, Joe F Jo to were married. Kbrandyou'U L u OB th rnr, .i f w . wuere we V 1 SUpnns. Tl,... the snowed 'HrntS?0' Peter'U "tb. t?d you can find Is ;uedoleth,nap!,, JrrT'U8IU nm off lssofTn7.a3usUcet,f the hiset Sela and Ma toTmered'trem- ;'afans, ,erfeet "AU 5a4 I won't have the r-yoi.-r m another r x W see" he me "Sheila, for .-wv. , v.a o auivei joe protested. -Be your age. Getting a telegram like that, what else could Ma think?" "Ma was just as bad as the rest of you!" Sheila sobbed wildly "Don't touch me, Joe, don't hold me! I tell you I'm going away and I m never coming back, never!" "Oh, blessed Saint Joseph, save us!" Angela prayed, frantically. No heavenly intervention appeared likely. But there was an interrup-tion, interrup-tion, nevertheless. Fran Mc Cann quietly opened the hall door and stepped into the kitchen. He was confronted by Sheila, pale-faced, pale-faced, with blazing eyes. She had thrown off her brother's detaining hand, her fingers had been on the knob when Frank turned it. "Hello, hello!" Peter's older brother said in his pleasant voice as he took in the scene. "What's going on here?" "What's going on," Sheila answered an-swered hotly, with a heaving chest, "is that my mother and my brother and sister don't believe me, and I've had about enough of being treated like a thief and a liar and a street-walker and I don't know what else besides!" CHAPTER X "Well, here here don't be in such a hurry!" Frank said, stopping her with a big, gentle hand. "I've got to go!" Sheila told him, breathlessly. VBut wait a minute" "You wouldn't," she told him. "You'd get out if your mother and sister and brother all double-crossed you!" Gentle and dark and good-natured, he smiled down at her, not freeing er arm from the grip of his fingers. "Well,' I never double-crossed you, did I, Sheila?" "Let me go!" the girl said angrily. angri-ly. She looked up, and for the first time in her life she really saw him, a-dark, smiling young man, with Irish blue eyes. "I never double-crossed you. did I?" Frank said. The girl spoke dazedly, as if out of a dream. "No, you never double-crossed me." "Sit down, then," he said. Sheila did not move her eyes. "Be a good girl," Frank urged. Suddenly she sat down. She still watched his face expectantly, ' "My father is very anxious to see Sheila and you, Mrs. Carscadden," Frank said. "So that we can begin to get all this straightened out. Unfortunatelyunfortunately Un-fortunatelyunfortunately Joe and I, here, gave the thing to the papers at noon today," he added with a rueful rue-ful laugh. "There was no marriage, it seems now," Joe said. "No, but the evening papers have it" Joe clicked teeth and tongue. Mrs. Carscadden began a wail, put her fingers over her mouth again. "What else could we do?" Frank argued. He had put out a big hand and gripped Sheila's fingers as they lay on the table, but he was not looking at her. "We had given the disappearance story to the police Saturday night," he said.. "Then the telegrams came. The quickest way to hush the whole thing up was to tell them that you and Pete had decided de-cided to give your families a surprise sur-prise and get married. We made it as as dignified as we could, didn't we, Joe? We said that this followed up a friendship begun at Tiller's Beach last summer that kind of thing. "What complicates it," he said, directly to Joe, "is that when Sheila and Pete got to town tonight they went straight to a police station and turned in the story. The bootlegger boot-legger story, I mean. So that whatever- we do now, it's well, it'll cause some little confusion," Frank concluded, with his grave half-smile for the distressed and attentive circle. cir-cle. "I'll tell the world!" Joe said. "Papa telephoned the police station." sta-tion." Frank resumed, "and they had already sent a man up to the Broadway place. We'll get the dope on that, and then we'll know how to go on. Probably the police will take it up at this point." All the time his hand rested firmly, firm-ly, encouragingly, on Sheila's and it was as if his spirit had laid quieting hands upon her spirit as well; she continued to sit docilely beside him, her bright eyes moving about the circle. She did not, as a matter of fact, hear anything that they were say ing. She was absorbed m a strange, thrilling adventure of her own. The shabby kitchen, the familiar pots and pans, the oilcloth-covered table with the sticky sugar bowl and the dingy spoons slipped, handle up, into a red glass tumbler all these were before her eyes, but she did not see them. She did not see her mother's square, anxious face, under her thin, well-brushed gray hair, nor Joe's dark features, nor Angela's pale skin and shadowed eyes and aureole of gold. Now . and then Sheila looked thoughtfully at Frank Mc Cann, studying his face with chfldake, vague, serious eyes. He. was as dark as Peter, with Peter's blue eyes. But bis shoulders were squar- &u . . Kathleen Norris er, and there wa tnm.ti.n. jJ nite. poised about him. He made Peter seem like a httle boy. Just the twist ot his square mouth, not quite smiling, aU sympathetic as he occasionally glanced at her was enough to set her pulses moving to a slow, rhythmic beat that seemed to be rocking the whole world as well as the heart of Sheila Carscad-den. Carscad-den. "Be a good girl." he had said to ner. And he had called her "Shei-la." "Shei-la." After she had run away from all the hatefulness, from this new accusing, suspicious Angela, and this reproachful Joe, and this totally to-tally unknown Ma, then she knew that she would take these magic phrases out of the very inner cham-ber cham-ber of her soul and taste them over and over again on her tongue. "Now, tomorrow being St Patrick's Pat-rick's Day. it's a holiday." Frank was saying. "And my mother won-dered won-dered if you and Joe and Sheila would come down to our house in the morning, Mrs. Carscadden, and then we can talk the whole thing over. There'll probably be a re-port re-port from the police department by then and we can give out a statement state-ment to the press and straighten everything ev-erything out. And by this time next week." Frank said cheerfully, ris-ing, ris-ing, "everyone will have forgotten all about it. You'll be down?" Ma glanced at Joe, and Joe nodded. nod-ded. "I will!" Ma then said solemnly. Frank stood looking at them all. "My mother wants you to know "I thought you'd want to, Sheila," Frank said. that whatever you think is right, my brother'll do," he said. Mrs. Carscadden glanced at Sheila. "It wouldn't be fair to vour broth er, an' him in love wit another young lady," she said. Sheila's bewildered eves went from Frank's serious, handsome face to her mother's face; returned to Frank's agaia Color began to stain her cheeks. "What are you talking about?" she demanded flatly. "Niver you mind, miss! her mother answered. "We feel as if you got the the rotten end of this, Sheila," Frank explained, with a half-smile. "It mieht be that you and your mother that all of us it might be that we felt" He floundered; his kindly smile finished the sentence. , "There's ger'rls that feel they have reDutations to lose!" Mrs. Carscadden contributed stingingly. "My Father my brother we all want to well, to do whatever we can" Frank began again. Sheila, disdaining words, laughed scornfully. ' "Come," Frank said, "you like Pete, you know you do." "Sheila." Angela breathed, "you love him! You've always loved him. Why don't you" Sheila touched her-sister's hand. "Shut-up," she said mildly. Angela An-gela was stilL "Sheila. steD out here into the hall a minute," Frank said. "I want to speak to you." i Still disheveled, ana pale, ana with delicate umber circles about hpr dark blue eyes. Sheila obeyed. It was marvelous how she liked, to obey him. She leaned againsi we iiiAv wall of the odorous narrow hallway and Frank addressed a few urgent sentences to her. "Sheila. I know how you feeL It's been terribly rough on you," Frank began. "But ycu musui i blame your folks. What else could they think when those wires came, but that you and Pete had run off together? "This Ken, whoever he is, must be a smart devil," Frank went on. o sheila merely raised her solemn eyes to his without speaking. "He's probably the brains of the whole outfit He saw that an elopement would shut us all up, d you see, ana rive them time. It's too bad. if s all as rotten as it can be, but it's no body's fault You Just have to seep your nerve for a few days . . - "Will the morning papers have the stcry that we were married?" the girl asked, somberly. "Well, they may. But what do you care, if' Frank changed the form of his words "since it's not true?" he asked. "I do care," she said, stubbornly "Can't you look at the whole thing as a sort of adventure, something that might happen in a movie, say? xou ana Fete will tniruc mis is a great joke, some day." "There's only one thing," Sheila began ; suddenly, after a troubled study of his handsome, dark face. "I won't marry Peter Mc Cann. Not if the Church itself-" "Listen, listen," he said soothingly, soothing-ly, his hand on her arm, "you don't have to get so excited about it. You don't have to. You den't have to marry anyone, if you don't want to!" "I'll become a nun. first!" Sheila whispered, fiercely. She saw Frank's characteristic half-smile brighten his face. ' "You won't have to go that far." "But if his mother and father expect ex-pect me to" Sheila began, anxiously. anx-iously. Frank reflected a moment. "They don't" he told her briefly. "You're sure they don't?" The man spoke more slowly: "Why, they wouldn't want you to do anything you didn't want to do. They might think you wanted to." "Well," she said, in instant re-lief, re-lief, "I don't want to." "You know. Sheila," Frank began, and looked away, hesitating. "You know, my mother thought," he began be-gan again, "that since you and Peter had been shut up in that place for two nights " He hesitated, and Sheila took it up defiantly: "Yes, I know. And what's more. Peter was in my room that first night, what there was left of it, that is. But I don't care! It doesn't make the slightest difference." "It was only a question of justice to you, Sheila." "Well, you can tell your mother that I'm perfectly satisfied!" "Miss Kennedy my young lady" la-dy" Frank persisted, "agreed with my mother." "Well, then she doesn't understand under-stand the way I feel!" Sheila said hotly. Frank was smiling, as at an angry an-gry child. "She's a pretty wise young lady, Bernadette," he said, as if he were merely thinking aloud. Sheila stood looking at him, panting. "You don't think I ought to marry Peter!" she challenged him. "I thought " Her earnestness affected af-fected him in spite of himself, and he looked at her with his kindest expression. ex-pression. Sheila seemed small and pale, in her scant old cotton gown, with her tumbled coppery bang falling fall-ing on her broad forehead. She was fighting for her life. "I thought you'd want torsHeila," Frank said, sympathetically. "Frank!" Suddenly she was clinging cling-ing to him, jumbled against him, soft and warm and sweet "Don't let them make me!"' If he said anything to her she did not hear it. His arm was about her for a minute, his face against her hair. . Then they had drawn apart, and his. fingers, that had been gripping hers, were loosened, and he was running down the stairs. Sheila stood dazed, alone in the hallway. After a while she turned toward the kitchen; a strange light was in her absent eyes, a dreamy smile on her lips. She moved like a sleepwalker. When Sheila re-entered the room it was to a sulphurous silence on the part of her mother, who was alone there. Joe had gone to bed in the front room, and Angela was in Sheila's place, in the big bed, crying, asleep, or feigning unconsciousness, uncon-sciousness, Sheila could not tell. It was a little hard to manage a dignified dig-nified performance of disrobing and ablutions with her mother's steely eyes upon her, and with the consciousness con-sciousness that she would presently come to bed in the same small room with her, but Sheila achieved it Angela rarely slept in the big bed. It was a tacit sign of Sheila's alienation alien-ation from the family that she should be there tonight "A lot I care!" Sheila thought angrily. an-grily. "They're all against me!" She deliberately summoned Frank Mc Cann to her mind, deliberately dwelt upon every look of his, every word, his smiling remoteness from any trouble of hers; he that was so cool and faultless and amused at it all! "No girl would ever get that one into trouble," Sheila thought going off to sleep. At eleven o'clock the next morning morn-ing she and her mother and Joe presented themselves at the Mc Cann mansion. Part of ihe way they rode in a bus, following the Fifth Avenue side of the park in the holiday-morning excitement Crowds were already gathering for the St Patrick's Day parade. Bands were abroad. There was snow left in the park, great stretches of it under the bare trees, and there were children skating and screaming scream-ing on the pond. It was a cold, sunless morning, with a sharp bite in the heavy air. Sheila maintained a sulky silence all the way; her mother and brother scarcely spoke. She was but twenty-one. And this morning her life was ru aed before her. 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