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Show SOUTH CACHE COURIER r Honeymoon Mountain By Frances Shelley Wees WNtJ Service Copyright by Frances Shelley "Wees shirt SYNOPSIS a tall Bryn (James Brynildson III), bronzed young man of wealth, and his rhum Tubby Forbes, are discussing believes Bryns coming marriage. Tubby from it a scheme to get Bryns wealth whom him. Should the girl, Deborah, office of his attBryn had met at the orney. Ted Holworthy, marry Stuart birthGraham before her twenty-firvast fortune day she will inherit a from her grandfather. Stuart had greatwho refuses to ly displeased Deborah, unemmarry him. Bryn, posing as an Debployed engineer, offers to marry not orah, as Stuart, for $50,000, they e to live as man and wife. Twenty-threyears previous, Anne Larned had eloped with an adventurer on the day set for her wedding to Courtney Graham. Two st days after the birth of her daughter, Anne died. Shortly after, the father died. The Larneds, grandparents, took the child with them to Oregon where, without child companions, Deborah grew up. To safeguard her from some fortune hunter, her grandfather had arranged for her to marry Stuart, son of Courtney Graham, when of age, believing the alliance would be a happy one. When Deborah was fifteen, her grandfather died. Securities had been set aside to keep the family, but a market crash left scarcely enough for them to live on. This was unknown to an invalid, Deborah's grandmother, Gary, a servant, managing the finances. At of marriage twenty, the thought greatly frightens Deborah. It had been planned that Deborah meet Stuart in Frisco, where they were to be married. Tubby and Bryn await Deborah in a hotel in Frisco. Over a period of one year the groom is to prove be is no fortune hunter and can make Deborah happy to the satisfaction of her grandmother. Otherwise the fortune is to go to charity. The will is somewhat ambiguous as to whom Deborah is to marry. The girl arrives with Holworthy. Tubby is surprised to find her charming and sweet. The wedding over, the couple r. arrives at the home of Deborah's The grandmother and Bryn, who she believes to be Stuart, take to one another, which somewhat displeases Deborah, who foresees difficulty when they are to separate after a year. grand--mothe- CHAPTER II Continued 7 No objections, my dear. The silver rooms were always intended for you, but you preferred to be near me rather than in the south wing alone. Go along, my darling, and perhaps after a little I will follow your example. The excitement and the happiness have quite tired me out. Deborah went across the room and through the door. She wanted to stamp and kick and scream. This must be a rabbit felt when it was caught snare. She went on, up the long curving staircase, down the corridor into the south wing, through the second door on the right. Inside was a sitting room, with walls panelled in silver, with rugs and chairs and curtains done in deep violet. There was a huge bed against the Inner wall, with a beautiful violet- - and tarnlshed-silve- r spread upon it, and a low silver bowl of violets on a little table at one side. And, at the foot of the bed, was a mans heavy pigskin bag, as yet unopened. She went across to it and lifted It with a vicious jerk. It was heavy. She went through the bedroom and the sitting room to the corridor. She put the bag down with a thump on the floor outside the door, pulled the sitting room door shut with a bang and shot the bolt how In a four-post- $ CHAPTER III There were high spiked Iron gates at the end of the drive. Bryn leaned his shoulders against them, took his silver case out thoughtfully and lit a cigarette. There is a moment In every day among the mountains when afternoon is definitely over and evening has come. Her dusky silent presence is as real as the moon and stars will be when night falls later on. It Is made known to the watcher by a change in the quality of the sunlight, as if a silvery veil had fallen suddenly across the sky. Bryn recalled- that in the last ten miles of narrow, almost Impassable road, they had passed but one other dwelling, a small tumble-dow- n shack a patch of rocky, unkempt mountainside; there, presumably, belonged the boy and the dog he could hear in the distance; the only neighbors. He turned and walked slowly up the dark path toward the house. The birds outside Bryns window wakened him very early; the morning air was still night-col- d and fresh when be yawned, stretched, put his hands behind his head and listened for a moment or two to the long involved scoldings and chatterings of a bird family. Bryn threw back his quilts nd sprang out of bed. A few minutes later, In bis white weed-grow- jr The Parts Books Play in Our Lives A Veiled Figure - and gray knickerbockers he closed his door noiselessly and tiptoed down the hall past the door which must be Deborahs, since it was the only closed one along the corridor. Gary, who was obviously In Deborahs confidence, had been most reluctant even to give Bryn a room In this wing, but it couldnt be helped, since Mrs. Larned herself was in the north wing. Bryn stepped out over the puff ot n grass at the foot of the steps, to the wide red uneven stones of the path. He thrust his hands In his pockets and sauntered along the side of the south wing and around the end. He was facing the mountain now; there was still a little broken wreath of mist around the top. Between him and the forest, at the back of the stretch of park land, he could see the serrated rows of the orchard trees, and a clear flat space beside it which appeared to be a garden. He followed the narrow beaten path, hedged with drooping wet grass, across to the corner of the orchard. He came to a stop beneath a cherry tree whose topmost boughs were still laden down with heavy fruit. Bryn regarded It. He put a foot on a low branch and swung himself up into the tree as far as the heavier brandies would take dew-lade- him. The cherry tree, being on the side of the hill, was a vantage point. Below him the house, smothered in its ivy lay without a sign of habitation. Beyond it the brook was marked out by the double line of weeping willows which had been planted on Its banks, but no glint of water came through the green to prove its existence. Directly ahead lay a gentle slope of meadow; and as Bryns eyes fell upon it he caught quite distinctly a flash of blue across the green. He blinked, started at it, stretched himself incautiously to make sure of what he saw. It had most certainly been a gown. He climbed down hastily from the tree and started off across the garden. He came at last Into the natural clearing which had once been the bottom of the stream; it was dotted over with clumps of small bushes, covered with a carpet of green velvet. He stopped and surveyed it for a moment before his eyes caught again that blue flash ah, there she was. Deborah was kneeling on the side of a little knoll, with a round blue bowl beside her. For a moment she did not see him approaching, so intent was she on her task. She was picking wild strawberries, leaning forward to separate them from their stems, dropping them one by one into d the bowl. She was dressed in a blue dress, perhaps a little faded, but still extremely becoming. She looked up, startled, her eyes wide and dark. Bryn offered cheerfully. Did something happen to your clock, or do you usually get up at ... short-sleeve- Good-mornin- half-pas- t five? She dropped a berry into the bowl. She lifted her stained little finger-tip- s I usually get and looked at them. up, she replied. Bryn dropped down comfortably on the grass a yard away. She gathered her skirts together around her knees, rose, and moved farther away. I dont think there are any berries left where you are, she But you ought to look beremarked. fore you get down on the ground. 1 did look, Bryn replied. You may not have seen me, Deborah, but I looked. My eye is very quick. I pride myself on it. To see one of natures jewels shining among the dank and ugly grasses is one of the things Im best at. Across the knoll she regarded him It sounds very poetic, she steadily. said at last -- Deborah," Bryn began. The color flashed back into her Must you call me that? she cheeks. I didnt ask you to call demanded. You havent any right. me that I was about to discuss that very I was question myself, Bryn replied about to ask you if we couldnt come to some sort of compromise. Compromise? We got on very well on the trip up here. You didnt seem to mistrust me. But after we got here yesterday at lunch, and last night at dinner, and In the drawing room later you must admit it was difficult. You were so She lifted her chin. familiar, she said proudly. Familiar?" he repeated. I dont think it was necessary. Yon . . . you talked as if . . . you looked at me . . . you . . . and you put your arm around Grandmother when I saw you. you said I couldnt help it, Bryn said Shes a very nice grandmournfully. mother, after all, isnt she? And I never saw one like her before. If you can imagine It, Deborah, I never had a grandmother of my own. "I didn't like it. I wont have it. to deceive her Its bad enough to at all, but I have to do that for her own good. I have to do what I've done. If Id come back not married , . . and told her about . . . him, then wed have had to tell her everything. How poor we are, and how desperate. And she would worry so much about me it would kill her. There wouldnt be anjthing ahead. This way, theres at least the money, and by the end of the year . . . but I wont take advantage of her. I can't bear to have you making so much of her when yon dont mean it, when youre not honest. Dont you believe In love at first sight, Deborah?" She sprang up and faced him. Thats what Gary said youd start talking I think about next, she accused. you might have better taste, If nothing else!" I suppose he compared me to a leech. I suppose he couldnt understand that a young man could enter into a business agreement with a young lady on perfectly clear and straightforward grounds, emotion having no part theregood-nigh- t. ... THE heart of man a secret chamber s Books may play two different They parts in the lives of men. of may build for us the walls another and quite separate world in which wef can take refuge from all that wounds and limits and frustrates us in this one. Or they may be the daily bread of our t thought and action. 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