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Show &fje egeconb ffionepmocm :: J3p Eubp itt. gyres; been associated In his mind with fun and laughter, and tho happiest days of his life. A fur coat of Cynthia's lay across'a chslrback; to many times he had helped her slip Into it after her performance per-formance at the theatre was ended lie knew so well the faint scent that always al-ways clung to It: he shuddered and averted his eys. she would never wear' It sgain: she was dead: He wondered w hat would become of II what would become of all her clothes, and her Jewelry and her trinket Suddenly In the middle of more details, de-tails, he hsd turned und ruehed blind-lyl blind-lyl away. It was not so much griel "rl of. horror at himself that drove him: he felt as If aome one haJ forced nun to look on a past follv a folly of which he ta, now aihamnd. He had thought ol Christine with a sort of passionate thankfulness and gratitude: and now there was nolh- ng but dislike and contempt for him in ner brown eyes, .'omehow pht seemed like a different won. an to the one such a little while ago. Khe looked oldei- wise-- the childishness of hr face seemed to hsve hardened: it was no longer the I'tll, clrl Christine who :acd him in the silent room. i , fTo bo conllnul. I Copyright, '9:0, by Bell Sndlcat - 3 TODAY nSTALtlK.NT. She cowered back from him against the wall; her fuce was white, but her eyes blazed at him In passionate defiunre. "1 am going away. I,et me go. I am never coming back any inure." lie half led. half dragged her Into the sitting room ; he put his buck to the door and Mood looking at her, white-faced, silent. The breath waa tearing from his throat; he itemed afraid to trust himself him-self to speak. I'rerently: -Why?" he anked hoaraely. Christine was stsnding against the table, one trembling hand renting on It; she was afraid of him and of the white paasion in hia luce, but sb " faced him bravely "1 am never goii.g to live with you any more. 1 I w,alx 1 had never aeen yout" Kven her voice seemed to h.ve changed: he realized It dully, and the knowledge add?d ti his anger. She no longer spoke in the halt-trembling childish way he remembered; there was something more growu-up ana womanly woman-ly about her. "lon t be a llt'le fool." he said roughly. "What Is the mutter.' What have 1 done now? I'm sick to death f theia scene.- and heroics; for od'a sake try and behave like a rational woman. o you want the whole hotel to know thnt we've quarreled?" "They know already!'' she told hlr.i flerlly. lie came nearer to her. 'Take off your hat and rout, Christine, Chris-tine, a,nd don't be absurd. Why. we've only been married a irtle more than a week." His. voice was quieter and more gentle. "What's the matter? Iet's sit down and talk things over quit tly. 1 ve something to tell you 1 wanted to see you tonight; 1 came to your door just now." I know I heard you." "Very well; whut s it all about? What have 1 done to upset you like this? ' She frhut her eyes for a moment. W hen he spoke to her so kindly It almost al-most broke her heart: It brought back bo vividly the boy sweetheart whom she had rever really forgotten. And yet this Jimmy was riot the Jimmy she had known in those happy days. Thia J immy only looked at her with the same eyes; In reality he was another man a-stranger whom she feared and (almost hated. He took her hand. "Christine, are you 111?" She opened her eyes; they were bltts-ti bltts-ti g. The touch of his fingers on hers seemed to drive her mad. "Yea." she said shrilly. "I 4m 111 because of you and your lies, and vour hateful deception; ill because you ve broken my heart, and ruined my life. You swore to me that you'd iiever see Cynthia, Farrow again. You swore to me that It was all over and done witta. and now now" "Ye now," said Jimmy; hia voice was hoarse and strained. Yea and now. he' aaid again, as she did not artfJWs s She wrenched herself free, -.ouf bee a with her this evening. You ve left me alone here all these i h"iirs tv be with her. 1 don't count at all in your life. I don't know why you . married me. unless 't was to to pay her out. i wish Id neer seen you. I wteh 'd rt'ed before I ever married ' you. I wish oh, I wish I could die uow." she ended in a broken whisper. J immy had fallen beck a step; he i was no longer- looking at her. There wag a cur.oua expression of shocked horror In his eyes as they stared past his wife Into the silent room. J Jres-ntly : "She's dead." ho said hoarsely. "Cynthia, Farrow In dead'" ! XIV. , IH'rriCHNKN.H. i "Dead!" Christine echoed Jimmy si hoarse word In a dull voice, not Under j standing. 'Lead'" she aaiu again blankly. He moved away from the door; he i dropped Into n chair and hid his face in his hand. ! There was moment of absolute i- lence. : Christ I nc Glared iu Jimmy's bowed heud with dull fyi'i. She waie trying to force ner brain to work hi t sh could nut; she was only conscious of u faint sort of curiosity as to wheihr Jimmy was lying to her: but som-how he did nut look as if he were. She tried to speak to him, but no words would come. Suddenly he raised his hearf; ne was Very pale. "WWl?" , he said defiantly. His eyes were hard und full of hurt; hurt because of another woman, Chris-tiue Chris-tiue told herself, in furious puin; hurt because the woman ni had really and truly loed had gone out ol his .ife i forever. I Hhe tried to say that se was sorry. , but the words neemed to choke her she was not sorry: she was gUd. She : was passionately glad that the beautiful beau-tiful woman whom (he had at first so itrdentlv admired was now only v. : name between them. j ' 'So you've no need to be jealous any more," said 'Jimmy Challoncr, after a ; moment. No need to be jealous! There wa still the same need: death cannot take memory mem-ory away with it Christine felt ss if the dead woman were more certainly) between thm now. keeping them apart, than ever jefore. TI.e nitenc) fell again; then suddenly Christine moved to the door. Jimmy Caught her hand. "Where are you goinr? Don't be a little fool. It s rvfkso lute; you can't U-ave the hotel tor.Tiht." "I am not golorr to sty here with you." She did rot look at him." 1 id not even faintlv guess how much he was Ir.nging for a kind word, a little sym-pathv. sym-pathv. He had had the wocstshock of his Inconsequent life whenTTH "-ply "-ply to that urgent summons, he hsd raced round to tnthia Harrow's flat and found that he Has too late. "She died ten minutes ago." "Only ten minutest Jimmy had stared blanklv at the face of the weeping muid. and thn mechanically taken his wnf.i from his pocket and lcoked at it. On.lv ten minute ! If he hsd not htd to hang about for a taxi he would have be-n in time to have seen her. Now he woultl never aee her sgain; ss vet he had no time In whUh to anaiyze his feelings: he was numbed with the shok of it all; he listened like a man in a dream to tha details they told him. It passed him by unmoved un-moved thst she had been In Mortlake's car w.cn the accident occurred: It ha1 conveyed nothin.x lo his mind when they told him t'.iat the only words she hsd p-ken during his brief flash of consciousness had been to ask ror him. As he stood there in the familiar scented pink drawing room his thoughts hid flown with odd Incongruity Incon-gruity t,o Chrlsime. 8ne would be kind to him she would be sorer for him; his whole heart ami soul had been on fire to get bat k ia her-rto gt away from the harrowins. silence of the flat; which, had alwayi |