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Show SOUTH CACHE COURIER HOTELS HOTEL PLAN DOME. S ALtTTTT' 4th So. State Rates $1.00 QUIET RESPECTABLE r? A When in RENO -NEVADA stnn ,h HOTEL GOLDEN-Re- nos nl most popular hotel THE WILSON HOTEL in the heart of the Rates 75e 36 E. 2nd So. St. - city Salt i,?: ' CHAPTER VII Continued 10 And now the nostalgia of the afternoon was back again. Strange, Nora pondered, that Don, sleeping so peacefully beside her Don, who derstood people so well, so quickly, shouldnt have known by instinct that to go so far away while the black cloud of her fathers anger lay between them, would hurt his wife. Yet she was glad, too, that he hadnt guessed, thought Nora, with all the inconsistency of woman. Why mar his happiness in the adventure? If she could keep a stiff upper lip till they were once away . . . Nora are are awake, you dear? Dons voice was cautious, as if he feared to rouse her, and Nora turned. I thought you were asleep self, Don. your- I wasnt! Ive been lying here thinking trying to see the thing we ought to do. I know whats troubling you, dearest. I knew this afternoon, only I wanted time to think a little before I spoke. Its your father, isnt it? You hate to leave him? Oh, Don! breathed Nora, turning her face into the shadows. She must not cry. He mustnt know how much she wanted to. He said, gently: I understand, dear. Its only because he is still angry. Youre afraid something might happen to him that he might need you when you couldnt come. Isnt that it? If you were friends the parting would be so different. Its the terrible misunderstanding that makes it hard. I was a dumbbell not to see it sooner, Nora. Why didnt you tell me? How could I? Don managed a little laugh which broke the tension. You couldnt you being yourself and I being I! But you should have, Nora. As I see it, marriage is a sort of compromise. We cant, either of us, expect to have our own way eternally. But until this afternoon I didnt imagine for one minute that you werent crazy for an Italian winter. Youre a better actress than I thought, my dear; and in the future Ill have to watch my step! But its never too late to change our plans, you know. Thats one of the reasons lifes so thrilling. And Ive been thinking about the West. There are places Nora sat up suddenly, drawing his head down against her breast. If you think that Ill let you change . . . She was crying now. Somehow Don raised his head and got his arms about her. He said, with more unselfishness than truth: But I wont mind changing not a little bit! Theres a lot to interest us in the Southwest, and youve never been there. If those tears will help you, Nora, why keep right on, but theyre almost killing me! As I was 6aying Then Nora laughed. It was an hysterical laugh, perhaps, but it cleared the atmosphere. You can keep on saying things all night, she told him, but were sailing tomorrow. Once we really get away I shall feel better. Have you forgotten those articles youre going to write for that London editor? Have you forgotten youve a family to support? Of course were With every word going to Capri! she was getting back her .courage. And besides, I wrote Dad we were sailing. 1 thought perhaps hed come to the boat, Don. Dont dont you think he might come to the boat? He might, Don echoed; and to himself: How can he stay away? How can he hurt her so? How can he? Yet somehow, he knew instinctively that Noras father was not yet ready to forgive. They sailed next afternoon, a bright, clear, sparkling day that cheered Nora immeasurably, despite James Lamberts absence from the scene. Standing beside the rail, her eyes searching the thronged pier hungrily, hoping until the final whistle sounded that she would catch a glimpse of his familiar face, the girls mind went back to her last sailing. She saw again the crowd of youthful friends waving farewell Ned, moved by one of his rare impulses (those impulses which made him almost lovable) arriving breathless with a box of roses kissing her like a real brother . , . And her father dear Dad! trying so hard to put a cheerful face upon this parting she knew he hated saying: Dont stint your self, Nora. (As if she ever had!) . . . Remember my London bankers if you need money. (As if she wouldnt!) . . . Be careful about the drinking water in those filthy places. (To Dad all Europe was unsanitary) . . . Be sure to cable as soon as the boat docks. It all came back; and suddenly Nora was conscious of a great loneHer liness. carefree girlhood seemed left far, far behind. Ahead lay motherhood mystery that ultimate struggle which she must face alone. The thought frightened her, as one is sometimes frightened at a stark glimpse of the inevitable. She turned, seeking the reassurance of Dons presence; but he had discovered a friend among the passengers: a little woman who, Nora thought, looked like a missionary. And then, almost weirdly in that last confusing moment breaking through shouts of All ashore and shrieking sirens, the certainty that though she could not see him her father was somewhere amid that throng too proud to speak, yet loving her too greatly to stay away, fell on the girls bruised heart like balm. The gangplank was up now the boat moving. Nora pressed closer to the rail raised her arm high waved a white wisp of handkerchief and shouted with a hundred others: Good-b- y . . . Good-b- y for a boy of his age to have too much. Corinne smiled pleasantly; nodded good-band said to herself as the front door closed: Well, I didnt promise, and it wont do a bit of harm to slip in something. A boy likes to make a good impression on his schoolmates; and considering our position in society Juniors allowance isnt what it should be. Thats Father Lamberts doings. Hes forever harping on the notion that too much spending money spoils a boy; yet when it came to Nora nothing was too much for her to throw away. Ill write the letter now, before Ned gets back. Ned Lambert reached his fathers house and, inserting a latch key, opened the door quietly, dropped his hat onto a chair, and went toward the living room. Nobody here! Perhaps his father was in the library. y; . . . Who was it, dear? The voice was Dons. His hand closed over her possessively. Such a strong hand! Who was it, Nora? I saw you waving. Find someone you knew in all that jam? His wife looked up. Her eyes were wet, but with a deep sense of thankfulness Don saw that they were happy eyes. I I was just waving, said Nora simply. CHAPTER VIII On' the evening of the day when Don and Leonora sailed for Italy, Ned Lambert looked up from a leisurely perusal of the evening paper, and exclaimed: Of all things! Mr. The house is so still without and Mrs. Donald Mason on the pasMiss Nora. senger list of the Larinol They sailed today. Do you suppose Dad Ned moved down the hall. A fire blazed cheerily on the hearth in knew it? Corinne, painstakingly wading this smaller room, but the daventhrough the most talked of novel of port with its gorgeous Bokhara covthe month and bored to death by it, ering on which James sometimes laid down the book with a sense of threw himself for an after-dinnmomentary 'release. nap, was now unoccupied. He must know. I dare say hes Dad must be away, thought Ned. paying for the trip. How else could It was stupid not to have called up er they manage it? Your father may pretend he doesnt help them, Ned; but can you see him denying Nora anything she may have set her heart on? Of course he knows. Im not so sure. Ned arose, walked uneasily across the room and back agein, pausing beside her chair. Im not so sure, he repeated. Dad never speaks of Nora; and once, when I ventured to ask a question about Don, he shut me up ir a way he hasnt done since I was twelve, years old! Thats I dont know that he ever hears from her; but if he happens to see this passenger list straight, Corinne. and discovers that shes left the country, it may upset him. Want to go round and see how the land lies? Corinne glanced at the novel. I really cant, Ned. This book is to be reviewed at the club tomorrow, and unless Im willing to appear a a moron, Ive got to finish it. And its the dullest thing I ever tackled. Long, solid pages without a word of conversation. Run along by yourself. Ill try to get through it before bedtime. Ned laughed. Though he kept it well throttled, he was not without a mild sense ot humor, and his wifes struggle to do the proper thing sometimes amused him. Id rather be considered almost anything than to read a book which boied me to that extent, he told her trankiy. Sure you wont go? I shant stay long; and we both need exercise. Mustnt get tubby as we get old, Corinne. Tubby!" Corinne, who was proud of her expensively corsetted figure, bristled with indignation. Youd better compare me with other women of my age, not with those slinky stenographers in your office. But I cant go anyhow, even if I do need exercise. I must write to Junior. He may be homesick these first days at school. VThats right, said Ned. Give the kid my love, dear; but please dont send him any money. His allowance is ample; and it isnt good before walking over; but his father hadnt mentioned an engagement, and he seldom went out evenings these days. Perhaps one of the maids would know. Ah! here was Martha. Good old Martha, ever on the alert for burglars! Shed heard his prowling and . . . Oh, its you, Mr. Ned! I thought it might be someone who didnt belong here. Ned smiled. Youre a good wrchman, Martha. Is Father out? v Hes upstairs, Mr. Ned. he Upstairs! Isnt feeling well? He had John light the fire in Miss Noras room. Hes taken to sitting there quite often. He has? Neds eyes looked puzzled, and with a cautious glance toward the wide stairway, Martha closed the door. Corinne once said that Martha Berry was as much a part of James Lamberts fine old house as the front door was. She had lived there for half of her more than fifty years, keeping his house beautifully, a faithful servant of the old order, and a friend to all who bore the name of Lambert. She said, reading the question in Neds eyes: Its this way, Mr. Ned: The house is so--so still, you see, without Miss Nora. Its like a tomb. Even my cook notices the difference. (To Martha Berry James Lamberts servants were her own.) She would have given warning weeks ago if I hadnt scolded her. I said: Dont be a fool, Sally. Theres no one else can make a black bean soup that sets well on Mr. Lamberts stomach, and hes very fond of it, so she stayed on. But she says the stillness makes her nervous, Mr. Ned, and I think shes right. The coffee wasnt clear this morning. Your father likes coffee, made with an egg. Theres none better, but it has to be made with care or the grounds wont settle. Sallys as good a cook as I ever had. She knows your fathers ways, and shes good tempered: but ed she misses Miss Nora. Your father likes her cooking but he doesnt tell her so. Why should he? But Miss Nora was always running into the kitchen. Shed say: Oh, Sally, that cream pie was simply wonderful! or, Dont you ever dare get married and leave us, Sally. I could die happy eating your potato puff, You know her way, Mr. Ned not dignified maybe, but my girls loved her and it kept them happy. My housemaid cries now when she dusts the piano. She always left the door ajar when Miss Nora was playing, and manys the time Miss Nora asked her in to listen. You can see for yourself that its not the same place without your sister; and Mr. Lambert feels it. Thats why he sits there in her room so much. It makes her seem nearer. I know as well as if hed told me, which hed die rather than do, or my names not Martha Berry. Hes stubborn, your father, if youll excuse my saying so. Not that he isnt the finest man that ever lived, as Ive reason to know if ever anybody had. You were a boy at the time, but in my mothers long illness he paid all her bills. If she had been his own mother he couldnt have done more; and he sent my nieces to business college, too. But for all that he can be stubborn when he gets a notion into his head; and there ve been times during the last 30 years when if I hadnt known my place, Mr. Ned, I would have thrown things at him. Martha spoke so seriously, and looked so like the ideal servant she really was, that it was impossible for Ned Lambert to suppress entirely a laugh at the idea of her throwing teacups at his father. And being herself not utterly devoid of humor, the woman surmised his thought and smiled, a respectful little smile as she continued: Maybe youre thinking I dont know my place, after all. Maybe you think Im an old meddler; but you were a little boy when I came here, Mr. Ned, and it was I opened the door for your poor father the day he came home carrying Miss Nora, and she looking like nobody at all poor lamb! in her outgrown coat. Never will I forget her thin little wrists coming out o those coat sleeves; and her big, sad eyes, and the trustful way she looked up at Mr. Lambert when he set her down. You see, youre my family, all of you, Mr. Ned; and I cant bear that your fathers stubbornness should break his own heart and Miss Noras too. He should remember that this is the United States, not one of those foreign countries he hates to travel in where folks pick out husbands for their daughters and hands em over like they was bags of meal. And its a good boy shes married. He gave me his seat in the subway one o my days off when I was going out to my niece Claras to have supper. It takes a gentleman to give up his seat to a woman hes seen wearing her cap and apron an old woman too, and not good looking! Now go up to your father, Mr. Ned; and if you can make him see that its only a mule thatll bite off its nose to spite its face, itll save him a heartache. She opened the door, then as Ned remained silent, added stiffly, reher place: I beg membering pardon if Ive offended, Mr. Ned. It was then that Ned Lambert gave way to one of the impulses his wife deplored (Oh, Ned! shes only a servant!) an impulse that would have made Nora cheer. Perhaps he was remembering the times when in some childhood illness Martha had sat by his bed through the long, dark hours of night, keeping him company. Or that it was Martha he went to for comfort on that terrible day when, a heartbroken lad of nine, he learned that his mother was never coming home. Whatever it was, Ned crossed the space between them and put his arm around those faithful shoulders in a boyish hug. (TO BE CONTINUED ) Europes Highest Peak Just what is Europes highest peak has never been settled. Its either Mt. Blanc in the Alps or Mt. Elbruz, in the Russian Caucasus range along the continental border between Europe and Asia. Mt. Elbruz is the taller of the two peaks, but surveyors cant decide whether its in EuroDe or Asia. TEACHERS WANTED Special to teachers. Summer course i mercial subjects, 3 months $35.00 T bookkeeping, shorthand, etc. Can 7 p n time work for room and board if a. 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