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Show Anne Leaves With Vicky, Never To Return Home Again Serial, Tomorrow's Promise.' By Temples Bailey lly. but when the latest litter of half-grown kittens finally lured him forth, he went glimmering with them through the moonlight, or raced to the barns for foam from the fresh milk. The contrast between life on the farm to warm, so flowing, so flexibleand flex-ibleand the artificialities from which she had come, seemed to Anne amazing. Why couldn't all families be Ilk this? Elinor's tension, ten-sion, Francis' surfare composure with a volcano boiling beneath, David's surrender of his Ideals, the glitter and brittleness of people like th Dortayt. Were they not all puppets pulled by a string? "What makes the difference?" she demanded of Vicky. "Well, perhaps It's because my family believes in things," Vicky said. "Your people don't. They live for sensations. For excitements." excite-ments." "I shall never go back," Anne declared hotly. "1 told them that and I mean it. And I shall find something to do, like your sisters." Vicky wrote to Francis: SYNOPSIS Anne Ordwar. is. it shocked to find that David Silicon, old famllr friend. It In loo with her mother. Anne adore her beautiful mother. Bllnor. and h.r father. Francis. One nlht aha and Garry Brooke meet a youn man maklns coffee over a fire In a meadow. Later thle ttraner eee tomebody throuah a tecond etory window In Anne house take omethln from a dreeeln table. Next mornlns Anne't pearlt art ton and Oarry autxesta that the ttranaer may have taken them. Th youn man It Identified Charlet Pat-tereon. Pat-tereon. whoa wife. Martot. It brlns-In brlns-In a ten.atlonal divorce ault acalnat him. Klinor eonfeeaea takln the poarlt and Vicky, Anne companion, compan-ion, redeema them from a pawn broker. bro-ker. Illnor and Franeti tell Anna they are to be dlvoroed. CHAPTER II To Ann it seemed in that moment mo-ment as If her father and mother had receded from the foreground of her life where she hsd always placed them, to some dark region where her mind could not follow. She murmured unsteadily, "I love you both and now I've got to give you up." Her father said shsrply, "Give us up?" "Yes. When I go with Vicky I shan't come back ever." As she went away Elinor and Francis stared at each other. This was what they had done! This was their puniihment that the daughter whom they adored would have non of them. Yet when the moment of separation sepa-ration cam. Ann wept in Franc!' rmt and clung to her mother. "Can't we all go back," the walled, "Jut as we were? Can't we?" And Franci said, "Can't we, Elinor?" Eli-nor?" "No. Not even for her sake." So Anne said farewell to all the happy things which had belonged to her girlhood to the great mansion man-sion and th old garden, and the room where she had dreamed her dreams and went by motor to the Eastern Shore. There, In a long, low, rambling farmhouse, lived Vicky's parents with their three daughters. There wre two sons; older than Vicky, married, with farms of their own and with children chil-dren growing up about them. When they were all assembled at th Hewitt homestead, John Hewitt, the father, seemed a patriarch among them. It was a warm and comfortable household. Mrs. Hewitt, plump and pretty, loved her family and lived for it. Of old Maryland stock, she carried on the tradition of expert ex-pert housekeeping and epicurean cookery. Her three daughters Lettlce, Lois and Mary-Lee were neither plump nor pretty. They had, indeed, more than mere pret-tiness. pret-tiness. As in Vicky, there burned In them a clear flame. Their hair was bright and their teeth were white, and their skins tanned by sun and wind. Lettlce, the oldest, was engaged to a young engineer at work near by on a government project. They would b married as soon as Lei I ice wound up certain cer-tain matters of business for her father. For these three daughter of John and Mary Hewitt, in spile of their pastoral and almost primitive primi-tive background, were up to date and modern. Lettlce kept th book and handled correspondence; Lois managed th stables and barns, and Mary-Lee, the youngest, raised ducklings and squabs for the market. mar-ket. She also raised silver Persian cats. Anne's cat, Jerry, which she had brought with her and who had been born on the place, wa wary at first of his long-forgotten fam- "Let her alone for a time. You are a part of something that has hurt her dreadfully. But she loves you and misses you. Be sure of that. It was her love that made the truth so painful." Vicky dared not tell Francis how much the herself missed what the had left behind In hit old house the games of chess with him at night, the talks and walks, his confidences con-fidences about Anne. Now that she was away from him she realized how important was the part he had played. It had all been Innocent enough, but it had left its impress upon her. Anne had heard nothing from Charles Patterson. She had not, indeed, expected him to write. It was enough to feel that in some subtle, mysterious way he was linked with her life. In her thoughts he waa detached from any background of past or future. She reread his two letters, and at night looked up at the stars and dreamed. But the' time was at hand when she was forced to face reality. Coming early one morning to breakfast, dressed and ready for a ride, she was th first to get th Baltimore paper and there, (taring out from th front page, waa a picture of Charle' wife, Margot, very smart and smiling as she gave the court the evidence which made of Charles something a little less than a brute and a bounder. Vicky, hunting for Anne later, found her face down scroti th bed. "My darling, what is It?" Anne flung the psper toward her. "Vicky, if it itn't true, why does he let her do it?" "A false sense of gallantry, my dear. Men like Charles take th blame, although they know they (Continued on the Followlna Pace I 'Tomorrow's Promise' (Continued From Preceding Pan) are not at fault. Charles, having promised to love, honor and keep his Margot, Is trying to fulfill his contract." "But the world will believe all she says of him." "Yes. That's the burden he will have to carry. And his wife knows it. Yet she lets him do it." Anne retrieved the paper snd studied the picture. "She doesn't look kind. She's hard and cruel. Oh, how could he marry a woman like that? How could he?" "He probably mixed her up with his dreams," said Vicky dryly. "Men do that and women " Again Anne flung the paper from her. "Well, 1 shan't mix anybody up with mine. I shall never marry. I'd be afraid. Even If I should want to, don't ever let me marry, Vicky." To be continued Thursday Copyright, McClure Newspaper Syndicate (Surprise Party Mrs. Minnie Barrett was honored at a surprise party on the occasion of her birthday anniversary Tuesday Tues-day afternoon. The party was given giv-en In the guild rooms of St. Paul's Episcopal church by the members of the women's guild, of which Mrs. Barrett is the oldest member. |
