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Show UINTAII BASIN RECORD Deborah. Nobody in this world could have It any plainer. - v ,4' P oiieymocnv 7 PJKcrumtaims Wees Frances Shelley Continued TER IX CHAPTER X 11 told you we werent in ach other? It Iite without restraint. queer that a girl could utely cool and business-jhe- r marriage, even If It kind of marriage. But 't is not in the least ro her, and does not affect as at all, so why should ptbing but businesslike? ally mean to stay here e year? she asked with s it really necessary? i i v $ Shes no fool. jthers a sharper than you think, mean?" think you're fooling her te. She knows you and ent living together as -- lfe. She must know It in see It with half an i you e Law. How? y? of course. said quietly. hand on his arm. Pegged. "Go and the old lady, Bryn, childs face, , . Bryn her g)e with r the truth. ,'x .uncto. ln V1EAL ink it Is too much for to sacrifice your year to an old insist way o! k you ne be w hole leort.m. She wouldnt the BrJ you she is a lot think she Gi is, die, strong-n- s and a lot To Pilar It was a pleasant laugh, and ader the a little as she heard It. merry iri Being my life," he said. Glen you mean? she asked, nent ghed. unpa-- . led fn: here would be sacrific-- , Pilar. Dont you 1 care more for Grand-iloatlft eyebrow than I do for e the r ever knew before, and ould rtjrah . . . epanse Deborah? ,t time dryn said at last, upon ng the - brains, I cant think of n the world 25. that you n the scales to balance L,uncl would push them carried ha t aid's father's weight." tnd ib trying to tell me that ildnot'-ovwith her? y were my general idea. e woij a step closer. "Listen, ,er. said, under her breath. youre bewitched. ELL F. ou cant marry Deb-caTIRE do it." i Tran- - j5ryn gald happily. I dr. Git hellw, un-an- d d C i alf vs vchucl e a despairing gesture. . a real marriage. Why, Shed crazy. Bryn p. yu What does she ,, mad. life, or the world, or cu,tnre- - She has no k on, she has no polish, P lg but an Ignorant child, ongest World 1 in L't well ;rves got and rnnt you but as lnsiPld ok water. In two years what ore you going ars, it, ways ''Vyn. Dont tailed t vhen tt OuW I be carried pretty face. You need you need companlon- eed a wife who Is your Hderstandsyour word end can help you posi-lopul- upon I red by i Wng at her unhappl-- 1 "Im sorry. Pi-- g lonately. he tecd gently. "Im afraid its Hour,am making the mistake di You are not ql,ite faIr e Woit but we wln Pas9 that tageoi that I would be lsusest and r sophistication and who understands 1 anl1 can belp me t0 I for E Those tilings mean who I ve seen a wbole "was lar of girls 6uch as you de- ? got t not one of them has He! 0CCCj, a11 cut t0 8 Pattern, at that. I nev-8,iPattern so 0 It was to be In love a . I never Deborah. I01, i think what It Is that 3 ly wants out of life. Ill t Is now. He wants thetat f " n an ben be wants ir1 in and then he wants Mt o understand that, you infttlon when he finds the iove-- j except the world, whose mind reevy and sweet as Deborahs. nlon!' L I ,rt Is e completely ;ht emotions and per- E l', ling as delicate ns a flower 1.V.I, ail(l who U absolutely tf iselfKli, Illar, wlint can '.iuiVfa11 ,n love "1th her? .V 1 feel about Deborah. 1 the Iove me n(nv' b,,t Bills. vet' S1 T ' ?,ec,I'e 00,1 Pm not aSl'Vod, even , ot ,mes - 11- sure If she is a too good for me. DILAR stood motionless, her hands U clasped tightly around the railing, staring at him. Bryn moved off again, toward the house. Be suggested to Pilar that they go in, but she shook her head and did not answer, and Bryn did not wait. It had suddenly occurred to him what It was that he must do, and do He must find Deborah, quickly. and tell her that he loved her. He reached the door of her sitting room. He tapped. Ther was no answer. He entered, and closed the door gently behind him. Bryn hesitated, his eyes going to her closed bedroom door. He He his shoulders. straightened rapped lightly on the door. She would be there. She would be dressing for dinner. Yes?" her voice answered, softly, with that small lilt In It that sang In bis heart night and day. I . . . "It's I, Bryn, he said. could you come out and . . . and speak to me? I want to tell you something." There was a little hesitation, and then she said quietly, "Just a minute." And, after the minute, she opened the door and came out. She was wearing a dress he had never seen, another one, the quaintest and nfost one possible, but her beauty in it took his breath away. "You wanted to tell me someshe repeated. thing? Bryn looked at her. There she was, the girl he loved, with his wedding ring on her finger; and he had come racing to tell her that he loved her, and now that she was here before him, he was afraid. "Arent you going to tell me someDeborah repeated, knitting thing? her brows faintly. Bryn started. "Yes, he muttered. He swallowed. "Deborah, that is I mean, what did she did Pilar say to you this morning? I mean, what she said Isnt Important, but I want to know . . . that is, did she try to make you think that . . . Deborah was looking at him with those quiet eyes. She shook her head. It doesnt matter, she said "I understand." gently. You Bryn took a deep breath. he . . . you dont understand," Im trying to say that protested. whatever she told you was wrong. It isnt true. Her glance dropped quickly to her hands, clasped together before her. "It Is true, she said with ... "What is? Bryn said In desperation. "What she said. But It doesnt matter, you know. That Is, not to me. I can Imagine that you must be troubled, when you think about the position you find yourself in, but you needn't be troubled on my account. Really, Bryn. If only we if only there were some way . . . but Grandmother . . . The position I find myself In?" What Bryn repeated incredulously. position do I find myself In? Deborah was silent for a long moment, her eyes still hidden. Then she raised them, and said, "Lets not discuss it, Bryn. It Isnt necessary. "Did she suggest," Bryn demanded tensely, "did she suggest that I was, or ever had been, In love with her? I suppose thats not a question a man ought to ask, but I think I'm Justified. Im just beginning to wake up to a number of tilings. Tell me . . . did she? She DeboraVs eyes darkened. showed me her ring." "Her ring? What ring? "The ruby you gave her. "Oh, Bryn said after a moment, ne turned and walked away across the room. He couldn't stand being there so close to her without touching her, and there was still too much between them to think of Did she suggest It touching her. was an engagement ring, Deborah? Did she dare say it was? "I . . . It wasn't what she said. I thought that was what she meant. But you neednt explain these things to me, Bryn. There Isn't any explanation due me, you know. The explanation, it seems to me, Is due to Pilar herself. She . . . she doesn't know exactly why you married me. It must puzzle her dreadfully. It must hurt her. Couldn't you tell her? She Is ail torn to pieces with being hurt about it, wondering about it. I can see why she talks as she does. I dont quite it doesnt matter," she said hastily, and then, again, "I think you ought to tell her." "I have told her, Bryn said, and came a step closer. "She knows exactly why I wanted to marry you, ... ... ... Francisco. Grahams voice thickened. Thats your fault. I dont think so. It was fortunate for Deborah that somebody happened along to help her, but she would not have married you, Graham, even if she had to work the answer out for herself. She was quitA unprepared for the way In which you greeted her. It was entirely your own fault. If you had taken the trouble to act as a gentleman for the short time It was necessary to spend with her, she would have married you. She expected to marry you. I was only a chance passer-by- . Is that so? Graham said through clenched teeth. Its a damned lie. What you think youll get out of It, I dont know. Who the devil are you? This is my business. No, Bryn said slowly. Not any ... conviction. ... was sufficient to assure Bryn that this was, wiihout any shadow of "Im glad. doubt, Stuart Graham at last. He Bryn came back to stand before was out of bis navy blues and in her. "Deborah, if I explain about dark Chilian clothes, a big bloeky that ring, will you believe me? with figure tremendously wide It Isnt necessary for you to ex- shoulders that swung as he moved. plain. It isn't any of my business, lie was speaking to Gary. "Mrs. But I want to explain. Will you Larned expects me? believe me? Yes, sir." Her eyes met his steadily. "Ot Miss Mayne arrived home again course. But safely? Dont object, please. Listen, DebYes, sir." It was as businesslike orah Bryn stepped In through the nara transaction as tills. When I row door. He was not a yard from went to the Orient I was headed for Graham. India. We had talked ail sorts of Ilow do you do, Bryn said nonsense about jewels and precious pleasantly. stones and old treasures there, and He surveyed Graham whirled. after I got there I kept my eyes Bryn steadily, with eyes that glintopen for that sort of tiling . . . ed in the light And who are and once or twice, in writing home you? he inquired belligerently. to Pilar, I told her about one or Bryn lifted hi3 eyebrows. "Sure two things Id seen. So, in one let- you don't remember me, Graham?" ter I had from her, she enclosed a Graham straightened. His hand, check and asked me to buy her the at his side, clenched Itself. hanging most beautiful ruby I could find. "So, he said softly. "Its you. I bought the ruby, and had It set "Yes. for her In India. Thats the ring "I suppose you did the noble resthat she Is wearing now." cuer act and brought Deborah home Deborah dfd not speak. Bryn The poor little country girl moved a step closer. He put out again? lost In the big city? his hand and touched hers, gently. "Something like that," Bryn He took her cold fingers within his equably. agreed own, and held them as he spoke. And youve been hanging around She did not draw away. here ever since? I have an engagement ring to "Hanging around ever since, give," he told her. "It was my Bryn repeated quietly. "And, now mother's. It isnt a ruby, Deborah. that you know all about me, I Its a pearl. And the ring Itself Is should like to discuss with you your much too small for Pilars hand. I own here. Unfortunately, didnt realize It until lately, but I there position was no time, after your letthink Ive been waiting all my life ter arrived, to get an answer to for a girl who could wear my motor we might have spared you you; hers ring." the trouble of this trip." Deborah drew her hand away What do you mean, spared me swiftly, and put them both behind the trouble of this trip? her. She stared up at him, her face "Surely you understand that It was quite useless for you to come here, Graham. You must know that you put yourself quite out of the picture by your actions In San Captivating Daytime Frock This clever dress features a flattering yoke which dips to a point in front and is equipped with twin slashes a few inches below the neckline to accommodate a ribbon bow of any color you wish to use. Most women like Belligerently. He eyes were very dark. pale. Bryn stood silent, smlliDg down at her. Do you know what I'm trying to say, Deborah? They stood so, facing each other, eye3 clinging together. Bryn took a step forward, lost, the world swinging around him. A long slow sound floated in through the open windows. It persisted. It cut Into his consciousness. Deborah heard it, too. She caught her breath. It was Joe's horn, clear, demanding. It came again. A wave of color began to sweep np over Deborahs face. She moved quickly. She had heard the horn, too, but now . . . she smiled at him Bryn put his arms out. He put them around her, lifted her off her feet, held her close against his breast. She buried her face against him. He bent and kissed the tip of her ear. "I love you, he whispered, then set her gently on tfie floor and went swiftly away lest he should he tempted to look into her eyes again and so forgot what must be done at once for the sake of her happiness. Bryn dashed madly down the stairs and out of the house. Halfway down the path to the little bridge he overtook Tubby, thrust his arm through the crook of Tubbys elbow and dragged him along. Bryn flung open the narrow door at the back of the stable, and they stepped Inside. Simon was already there, leaning against Bryns car at the end of the row, his cigarette glowing brightly. Well, Bryn announced'here we are, little buttercup." That's "Oh, Simon murmured. . nice. The headlights of a car came slowly across the bridge down at the road. A man's voice culled out something In a sharp tone, and Gary answered from the gate. The car turned; the gate opened; the car swung through and stopped, as Gary shut the gates behind it and fastened them, according to Ids instructions. lie came back to the car, climbed to the running board and stood beside the driver as It moved slowly toward the wide door of the stable. It's Graham, all rigid, " Bryn decided. He stepped through the narrow door beside Hazel's stall, and the others follow ed. The car Jerked across the end of the incline, and slid along with protesting brakes to a halt beside the shadowy hulk of Pllnrs car. Gary got down off the running board and went Immediately bark to slide the stable doors shut. Meanwhile, the driver flung open his door and stepped out, and one look at him Grahams eyes narrowed. "Why? Go on. he Inquired. Try your story out on me. See how far you get. Bryn regarded him. "Very well, he said. Then, You came up here expecting eventually to marry her. Am I right? "Apparently you have already read my letter." Yes. Well, Deborah won't marry you. Thats final, Oh, Graham murmured scathSo thats final, Is It? And ingly. I suppose shes scared to see me and tell me herself, Is she?" Bryn explained. "Her mar- riage with you no longer depends on her own choice. She cant marry you. Even In case, like our friend of the Jungle, you had changed your spots. She cant marry you because she Is already married. To me. For half a minute Graham stood perfectly motionless, staring at him. Then he moved back a step and folded his arms. "Do you expect me to believe that? "I hoped you would." "Well, I won't. Its a damn' lie. She wouldn't marry you. She couldnt marry you. I know the family. I know the circumstances theyre In. I've had plenty of letters from the grandmother, and the girl, too. There isn't a chance in the world that she'd have married you. "Why? "You know damn well why. In the first place, she loses her property. In the second place, the old woman wouldnt hear of it for a minute, property or no property. She'd starve first Im the only man In the world theyd marry the girl to, and you know it. Oh, I get the situation. Im not entirely dumb. I can see that youre In love with her, and she's In love with you, but Glory of the Pen Men in the olden time won glory by the steel that flashed in their hands amid the smoke and din of battle. 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