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will». and spoiled her Mail- -,
ships with people she has no. ‘
And so she has undo on [in
mind to "sell out" and go to
llurope where no one will know
‘ her or her story.
Next morning she goes to see
L'LYSSEB X. random.-
wealthy widower. who is in the
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hand. She frankly admits fiat
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it this.
week later with M in out
\luy sets out for a rat at M-
niantie Clio before sailing (or
Forum. (in the train aha has a
shy flirtation with a handsome.
middle aged man across the oilla.
And as she enters her hotel at
the seaside resort. she sees him
going up the steps Just ahead oi
her.
(NOW 00 ON mm with man
fl‘HB lobby of the hotel W'Il dood-
ed with the rich sunlight of late
afternoon, and filled with smart-
y-dressod :;::-n and women. At one
end of it an orchestra wu‘Playing
something low and sweet \snd haunt
ring. ,
suddenly May remembered what it
was~the old "Destiny" walls that
had been so popular in 1914. at the
outbreak of the Great War.
“Destiny . . . Fate .
"tier what mine in to be." nha thought.
tin) as if in answer to htr thought.
her we: at that instant fell on the
figure of The Man From
tho Train!
Ho was standing at the dash. reg-
, inning for his room.
’ .9. Mtlu laugh shook‘ in May's
throat as she went forward and
stood beside him. From one corner
other eye she watched him as ho
dashed his name atrou the open
book "Herbert Waterbury,
Eiroolilinr; Momehusttta."
"What a nice namel" thought
May. Point by point she tool: him
in . . . his sunburned skin and hair.
the loose clothes he wore. the expen-
sive .4 ’l kitbag he carried.
"And he certainly looks like
money. "' she added " warfully to her-
aeli. as she watched him vanish into
an elevator.
Then she turned to the waiting
room-clerk. "i want a room that
faces the ocean. And a bath. of
course." she said. She did not ah
the rate. She didn't want to know
~didn't care how much it fluid
coat. She had 38000. and she no»
going to invest it in herself. in her
future.
And not one nickel of it was aha
going to save! "It it‘s all sane by
the end of the year, and I haven't
i' d the husband I want. I at when
ways go back to typowritinc.” she
decided comfortably a halt hour
. . i won-_
She looked straight into
bury.
bar room. "Besides i still have
sells it soon . . ."
Her thoughts touched lightly upon
Ulysses tor a moment. then settled
themselves upon the handsomo man
she had Just seen in the lobby.
‘ "Herbert Water-burr." she repeat-
ad the name aloud.
she sat: dotvn before the mirror.»
dress for dinner.
I C O
'1‘ kind of i. man would hire
such it man as he?
Probably a very elegant wo-
man who oould talk well. who knew
tho ways or the world . . .
Or else a little whirl-wind of a girl
who could any funny things. and
co-‘.d laugh at nothing . . .
"Oh, what do I enrol Hes proba-
bit married. and has a Mrs. liorbort
Waterbury tucked away up in
Brook}: ..:.’ May acoldod horsolt.
But she hoped that there was no
"Mrs. Herbert Waterbury."
a O O
HEN she was dressed, also
stepped back irom the long
glue and loolicd at her redec-
tion.
"Perhaps I do need a touch 0! color
on my cheeks," aha thought. doubt~
fully. Than she decided against it.
She had worn no rouge {or months.
except the brilliant mate on her
sensuous month.
And asalmt tho ivory whiteness of
her skin. her eyes. tonight, were nit
most black with suppressed excite-
ment.
She Went over to the window and
lashed out. For below the ocean lay
in the twilight; like a door of silver.
A band of lights sparkled along the
famous Boardwalk,
“Alter dinner; I shall go out
there." May said to herself. She
o...ght up a lace scarf from the bed
as she passed through the room.
Through her mind ran a picture or
herself. walking against the wind.
down the Boardwalk. And beside
her was a shadowy dgure . . . the
Intro of a man.
The picture passed instantly. like
a dream. And May found herself
shivering a little, as the elevator car
tidd hot lwlftly Ind smoothly down
to the dining room.
There was a vase of yellow roses
on th.‘ corner table where May at
and “tad for her dinner. She
mind toward and separated one
its torrent ration. hold it a.
moment against her lips.
Then suddenly. she folt u it sumo
the eyes of Herbert Water" . '
later. as Ibo stood it a window or i.
house. I do hope that Fol-rho man
And it was with him to mind. that ‘
one were looking at her. Slowly. un-
willingly. she raised her head. and
looked straight into the clesr. light-
blue eyes of Herbert Waterbury! He
was aitting not ten loot from her.
At that ,moi'ndnt. the ordinal".
broke into ‘tho ilrst soft strains of
the waits that in ballad “Doom.”
May dropped hor eyes. She ploitod
up the card and pretended to study
it. But tho hand that held it trem-
bled ever so slightly.
Tho waiter set her cull oi killed
conaomme betore her. and she began
her dinner. She had been very hun-
gry . .1 . but. suddenly shot found
she had no appetite. ‘
After the meal ehe poured herself
a small cup of black coiled. As she
raised it to her lips, aha lifted hot
one and looked once more at Her-
bert Waterbury. Deliboi'atoiy the lot
her eyes he in his (or a long moment.
She signed her check. tipped tho
traitor generously. and wllha can
loin air 0: defines walked out oi
the dining room feeling watorhun's
eyes upon her as she went. 2
Out of doors. the night was blank.
There was a high wind. and the
ocean that had been so oalm at sun-
down. reared. in the radiance from
t. J lights along the Boardwalk. May
could see the white foam along the
edge or the breakers.
Sho threw her loos scarf around
her shoulders and walked slowly
along in the direction of tho Ambas-
mdor hotel. that dimly loomed in the
distance.
The Boardwalk was almost desert-
od. Later on the any mm. would
Moments. onthelrwsytoiho
brillidni' -lighted theaters and mov-
ies that laeod the sea.
But at this moment the pleasure
seekers of Atlantic City were ooou-
piod with the serious business 0: din-
ing and being dined. ’
Bo May had the toilg sweep of the
famous promenade to herself . . .
almost to horsoir. Behind her as
she started out. she heard tootatano
as slow and measured as her own.
Ibo quichened bar noon. and the
tooisteno behind her ouiohebod. too.
W as:
his. Ibo opened her lips to say
‘Tbaolt you.” but found she could
pals unsound.
8M felt dreadfully awkward
nous-tidi- " '
Moll had (“It looked at her be-
fore. had Well when to her in the
street. ‘
But this man was different. He
was so serious. and so, obviously a
gentleman . . . or at least. a man oi
the world. Certsiniy not the tyne of
man who would follow a woman un-
ioaaha .. .Wall.ualosshe . ..
what?
For the lite of her. Nay oeuldnt
finish the thought. Utterly bellied.
almost billion. she turned am
quickly and waited back toward the
hotol. ‘
Broathlooaly Ilia aaitlt into one of
the dean velvet chairs in the lobby.
and leaned hall! . with closed eyes to
listen to the nude.
"My, but l’tn sick or Jazz. aren't
you?" asked a. soprano voice beside
her. Mid I” mad her eyes to
see a blond. plump woman with
bobyish bills area. sitting in the
chair halide har-
.“’rliat- isn’t in they're playing.
it’- Brahms." Itay answered. She
knew s. thing or two about music—
rool inlaid.
“Well. I wish the orchestra would
take something too it. it sounds like
a norvonsfhaaaddm they'ro hav-
his." the ma said. peevlehiy.
"When than are so many pretty
things like. an. indian Lova Coli.‘
I don't doe why they play such stud
as that. do you!" .
"I ills it." my answered. 8h.
bent her head to listen to the music
that seemed to sweep around her in
a tide.
lilo looked up to see llorbott
Waterbury earning down tho lobby.
His eyes were fixed upon her and la.
seemed to be coming straight toward
her.
With a curious calm. May watched
him come.
He plum beside her chair. and
she felt sure that ho was going to
speak to har- ‘
A mixed tooling oi dull anger. in:
dignotion. and excitement tilled box.
then.
as she looked up. she tan a hot dosh
smooth; up over her breast
neck. to the roots of her hair.
Then. with intense roliof. she also , '
that ho was not addressing her. but
was looking down at the itttio blond,
banish woman who sat handle bar.
"Hello. Bur .” the little blood
woman answand. patting the sun 0:: '
the empty chair on Mr at)!” side.
"Sit down and listen to the musing
it's better than. ,
It's terrible. but
nothing . . ."
She turned suddenly to May.
"What did you as} they were phi.
ins. ataxia?“ aho all“.
“Brahma." In: said. with on of-
fort. "Something“ Mus!- '
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"Fighting the Flames." a spectaou-
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David Torrance. Sheldon Ludo.
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